*To separate my original chapters from my new chapters, the number will be in Spanish. I really like the Spanish language but I'm in Spanish I, so bare with me here. I promise I can count though.
Marty The moment you stopped coming over, Marty couldn't help but worry. He knew your home life wasn't always as stable as you dreamed and hoped for it to be, so your absence only made him fear for the worst. What had happened? Were you okay? Did your dad finally crack and move you away from the mother that you dreaded so terribly? Marty needed an answer and he set off to find one.
He arrived at your home with his heart pounding and his hands clammy with sweat. As he got out of his car, he wiped his hands on his denim pant legs, feeling his pulse in his palms. He approached the door and took the door knocker in his hands, letting it hit the burgundy door beneath it. He waited. The wait was agonizing. As he heard footsteps approach the door, his whole body stiffened, but when to door opened to reveal you, he immediately pulled you against his small frame.
"Don't do disappearing on me like that. I didn't know if you were okay. You had me worried sick."
Alex Alexander P. Keaton never missed a day of school if he could help it and neither did you. When you stopped coming to school and not even his beloved mother could contact you about what was going on after he tried many a times, he knew something was up. What had he done? Was it his fault? Were you sick? Were you pregnant?! Elyse definitely knew that you and Alex definitely did NOT study when you had your little study dates on Tuesday. You'd come in carrying your coat, but you would leave with your coat on and the collar popped up so nobody could see your neck.
"Alex, you need to go and see her," Elyse sighed, rubbing her temples as her son stubbornly tried to evade the conversation.
"Ma, she's not pregnant. I would know if she was." But boy was he wrong.
After another few days, you gave the Keatons the awareness that you hadn't fallen off the face of the earth. But this message meant for Elyse and only Elyse but heard by the whole family revealed it all. You were pregnant. Alex had gone from worried to mortified in seconds. Young Republican Alexander was a father.
Michael You were a stunt coordinator and a might one at that. You and Michael met while he learning the stunt for the skateboard chase in the first Back to the Future film. Due to the amazing success of the film, you were invited back on film two of the series when Marty and Doc would take the DeLorean and travel forward to 2015. The greatest fear you had was redoing the skateboard chase but for a hoverboard. How the hell would that work with a hoverboard?! But with help of many other friends in the business, you made it happen. The board would be stuck on a big pole and it would be like you were surfing air. Fun, right? How hard could it be? Well, dear, it was hard.
"Michael, the sequence is exactly the same as the original from last time, but there is a twist so please watch closely," you warned, beginning the stunt for him to see what would be happening. You got to the part where the board would get stuck over the water and it was nothing but your own core and this pole device keeping you up. You rapidly attempted to paddle with your foot, trying to fill the space with frantic anticipation. Swinging yourself a bit too hard, you practically did a front flip into the pond and Michael rushed over, the rest of the crew crying with laughter.
"You good?" He questioned. You poked your head out of the water, pushing your wet bangs from your face. "You bet your ass I am," you giggled. "You sure? Nothing's broken?" You stopped him, assuring everything was fine. "Sorry, Love. I'm just worried about you. That was quite the fall."
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