Marty McFly
I was having a great dream, deep in sleep... My alarm clock went off but I didn't wake up. I was dreaming of the amazing, confident Marty McFly, who I went to school with. Why was I dreaming of Marty? Well, how can't you? I've had a crush on him since... Forever.
"(Y/N)!!!!! Wake up, you're gonna be late!" Marty screamed at me.
"What?"
"YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" He screamed at me again.
I snapped awake and opened my eyes, seeing my mom standing in my doorway.
"You've got 5 minutes to get ready."
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I yelped, kicking the blankets off.
"I thought you'd set your alarm, honey." She shrugged, walking back down the hallway.
I jumped up and quickly, I got dressed in mom jeans, a white T-shirt that I tucked into my jeans, and my black Converse (my style sorry lol). I slipped on my Swatch watch so I could tell the time. I brushed my hair, ran to the bathroom, which wasn't occupied, and brushed my teeth. I ran back to my room and grabbed my books, racing down the stairs. "Bye mom, bye dad!" I called, "bye (Y/N)! Have a good day!" They called back.
I raced out the door and down the sidewalk, I always walked to school and lolly gagged, but today I couldn't. If I was late again, that asshole would give me another tardy slip, and I couldn't have that. Saturday detention? No thanks.
I was not even close to school when I was knocked down to the sidewalk. My books flew out of my hands.
"Damnit, hey, asshole, what's your problem?" I snapped angrily while still looking at the ground, gathering my books.
"I'm so sorry," a familiar voice said.
I looked up to see the one and only Marty McFly nervously fiddling with his skateboard that he now had propped up. My anger instantly washed away.
"Let me help you with that.." He went and picked up two of my notebooks that had flew about five feet in front of me. He came back and handed me them as I stood up.
"Thank you..." I shyly smiled.
"No problem, again, I'm sorry for knockin' you down... I'm just late to school and if I get another tardy slip..." He trailed off. "(Y/N). Right?"
"That's me, I'm surprised you remember me, Marty." I stated as we began walking again. ...slowly walking, that is. We'll definitely be late at this rate, but for some reason I didn't care.
"(Y/N).." He repeated. "Yeah, we have history and language arts together."
"Yeah, and algebra."
"Mhmm... That too. And I couldn't forget a face like yours." He laughed.
I blushed.
He looked down and saw my Swatch. He grabbed my wrist gently and huffed, letting it go. "8:05. We're late, come on, hop on."
He tossed his skateboard on the ground and stepped on it.
"Marty, I can't..." I said.
"Yeah you can, (Y/N), please? You know that one law thing , no one gets left behind?" He pleaded, held out his hand and gave me a confident smile. I was scared, to skateboard, to tell the truth. But I took his hand and stepped on the skateboard with him anyways. I pressed my school books up against his back, and he didn't seem to mind when I wrapped my hands tightly around his waist. He began skating and my breathing quickened, he was going fast and I hoped we wouldn't fall.
I screamed a little when he zoomed past a person closely, and I heard him chuckle. We got to the front of the school four minutes later.
I hopped off and so did he.
"So, how was that?" He asked, kicking his skateboard up and carrying it once we made our way inside.
"Scary, but thank you so much." I smiled.
"You're welcome, (Y/N). Maybe I can get you home the same way, if you take me up on my offer, meet me by the stairs after school." He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed. He gave me a handsome smile, and before I could reply, he was already gone, down the empty hall to his locker, or class. Whichever he went to first.
A/N: Was this good lol? Good enough for a part two?
