History's Gonna Change (Marty Mcfly x OC)

6

(unedited)

When I woke I heard soft sounds, again. This seems to be a pattern.

Slowly I rubbed my eyes and looked over from my lying position, to the left was a window. To the right was a young girl sitting on the edge of my bed facing Marty who was sat up in shock. Oddly with the bedding wrapped around his middle, were his pants off?

I frowned in confusion to Marty and propped myself up on my elbow. "Marty? What the hell are you doing?" My voice came out groggy, and I finally sat up fully.

I watched as Marty struggled for an answer, and I glanced at the young girl. Blinking I rubbed my eyes before my eyes opened wide, right, Lorraine. I cleared my throat again before giving her a small smile.

"Lorraine, hi... sorry about your bed. Your mother said I could use it." She looked between Marty and I before shyly replying.

"Oh, no, it's alright. I don't mind..." Her voice trailed as her eyes focused back on to Marty. "You know I've never seen purple underwear before Calvin..."

I look to Marty very very confused. Why was his mother talking about his underwear? And why is she calling him Calvin? I watched as Lorraine's head ducked in embarrassment, but also in...lust? What was happening?

"C-Calvin... why do you keep calling me Calvin?" Marty asked, obviously very uncomfortable.

Lorraine perked up. "Well that is your name isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear..." Behind her my mouth burst into an amused grin, Marty saw it and wasn't too impressed which only made it better.

His mother then reached over to pull away the bedding covering his lower half, and it took everything in me not to laugh when he panicked, jumping back.

"Oh, I... guess they just call you Cal..." She mumbled sitting back on my bed, this girl is crazy. 

"No, actually people um, people call me Marty."

I leaned forward and looked at Lorraine from the side, she was completely bamboozled by him. "Oh... pleased to meet you, Calvin...Marty."

As if it couldn't get any better, Lorraine get up and sits next to Marty on his bed, completely ignoring me. I tried my best to wipe the smirk off my face.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" She mumbled softly only ever staring at Marty. Now we know where the staring from the cafe comes from.

Still uncomfortable, Marty glances from me back to Lorraine before saying it was fine. "No! Fine! yeah, no. It's great, yeah it's fine-" I purse my lips as he rambles trying to scoot back on the bed, she did sit pretty close to him.

"That's a, hot big bruise you have there..." Lorraine mumbled reaching for Marty's head, he only kept scooting back and ended up, falling off the bed! Yes! It was brilliant.

At that I finally let the roaring laughter out as Stella called up to Lorraine, resulting in her freaking out and throwing Marty his pants as she left to distract her mom. Marty looked at me almost whining about how that went as he tried putting his pants on, yet he fell again trying to out them on! It took a minute to cool down after laughing so hard, but I was now sat at the edge of my bed and Marty was up pacing the bedroom.

"I can't believe she took off your pants! And when she sat next to you- I actually felt bad." My cheesy grin made Marty sigh and sit across from me on his bed, his head in his hands.

"We need to find Doc, and get out of here..." He mumbled, my hands met his shoulders and he looked up.

"Yes, Doc's house is next up. We can just go down there for a bit, grab some of Stella's meatloaf, and ask for directions before we leave. Easy peasy." I smiled at him, and finally I got a small smile back.