BAD ROMANCE [George McFly]

Chapter IV // Evelyn T.

I was back at my house on a Saturday afternoon. Lorraine and I hung out for a couple more hours in the morning before I had to leave. I thanked Mr and Mrs Baines for their hospitality given the situation, and apparently they liked me so much that they'd have me anytime. It kind of warmed my heart, actually. I'm glad they liked me. I didn't know the first thing about manners, haven't had experience in years. I was glad Lorraine liked me too; we lived completely separate lives and considering Biff was a bit TOO friendly with Lorraine I thought she would hold me to the same standards as my friends. Thankfully not, though. She was a real friend. I got back around 11 o'clock in the morning. Thankfully, my mother hadn't come back last night, or had and didn't check on me because there was no note on the foyer table. It sounds bad but I'm quite numb to the feeling now.

Right now I lay on my bed with a sigh on my lips. I was far too bored for a teenager on a Saturday morning. Biff was out somewhere with Match and Skinhead and there was no way I could contact them. I didn't want to pester Lorraine (I had just done so, therefore I felt bad) and the house was like always, quiet as a mouse. I laid there for a good half-hour, thinking about what to do. I looked to my right, and on my bedside table there were a few coins. 

'Bingo..' I thought. Getting changed into a pair of blue jean shorts that went up to mid thigh (scandalous) and a plain white shirt, I swiped the coins and put them into my pocket. Putting on the first pair of shoes I could find and a black cardigan, I took my time going downstairs and into the front yard. I kept my bike there. Before you say it, unfortunately it wasn't a motorbike (how cool would it be if it were!) but just a regular pedal-push bike. The worn down baby yellow paint on the metal frame was very noticeable and I marked it off on my mental calendar to repaint the frame soon. The little basket on the front was filled with a few more coins that I usually kept for emergencies (more like an emergency milk-shake if I ever needed one). It was essentially my baby, really.

Putting the change I had in my basket into my pocket, I climbed onto my bike and pedalled out of my front yard and into the neighbourhood. Riding free with the wind in my hair, it felt nice. In and out of streets, my destination a little ways away, I took in the beautiful view of Hill Valley. I looked out into the houses that piled along the road, the ones that I walked past yesterday. They all blurred into one as I rode past. I smiled to myself, and in that moment it was peaceful.

Until my bike totalled.

The front tire of my bike ran head fast into a rather big rock that was on the road, leaving me lurching forward and over the bike. I gasped as I slid onto the hard concrete, hot searing pain in my arms and legs. Tears formed in my eyes unconsciously and I sniffed. I stayed there for a few seconds, cursing myself for not looking where I was going.

"A-Are you okay?" A voice spoke from a couple meters away. Looking to my right, I saw the concerned face of McFly looking at me. I quickly got up and grabbed my bike, the heat rushing to my cheeks in mortification. Looking at him I nodded and started to walk. There was a stabbing pain in my foot and I winced.