Marty and Rosie

❤︎proposal❤︎

Marty paced the space of his childhood home, that no longer looked like his childhood home as he waited for the day to start. He snapped his fingers anxiously.

"What's got you so uptight?" Dave asked, looking up from his papers. Marty turned around, seeing his brother.

"Nothing," Marty said quickly. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice, attempting to stay calm. He felt his pocket, realizing that the box was still there. He sighed in relief, knowing that nothing could go wrong.

   "Good mornin', Marty," his fathers said, walking into the kitchen.

   "Mornin' dad," he replied.

   "Any plans for tonight?" George asked, making small talk.

"Nothing big. Rosie and I are going out," he said. He was right. It wasn't big. It was huge. The nineteen year old was proposing to his girlfriend. He had debated if he should wait or not, but decided that in the end, the two would end up together anyways. This was his way of letting her know that they would be together through thick and through thin.

"Sounds fun," George said, smiling when he saw his son's face light up at the mention of his girlfriend.

The day passed slowly, with Marty staring at himself in the mirror, rehearsing his speech and trying to pick out his clothes. After trying on three different outfits, and deciding that he didn't like any of them, he had an idea. Since he was proposing, and the 1950's had been such a large part of their lives, he tried on the red jacket he had worn to school in the 50's. He smiled at himself, popping the collar.

"Perfect," he said, and this time, he didn't mean it sarcastically. He fixed his hair, and grabbed his car keys. By now, the sun was setting and he was mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He blasted the music on his radio loudly, using it as a distraction. Soon enough, he pulled up to the Louis's house. He grabbed some flowers, for his girlfriend. He knocked on the door, and Rosie answered.

   "Hey, sweetheart," she said, leaning over and kissing him. "What's with the jacket?"

   "Hey! I thought it looked cool," he said, handing her a bouquet of flowers. He looked down at his jacket, and the two laughed at the reaction.

   "Well, thank you, Marty," she said, gesturing inside. He walked in and saw Rosie's parents sitting at the kitchen table with wine glasses. They looked over at the young couple and smiled.

He had previously asked for their permission to propose, and had basically begged them to allow him to do so. He finally convinced them when Rosie walked out of her bedroom, immediately excited to see him. She sat on his lap, and he kissed her cheek.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Just wanted to see my favorite girl," he replied, kissing her quickly.

   "Have fun tonight, you two," Robbie said, and Nancy smiled, winking at Marty.

   "Don't get home too late, okay?" She said. Rosie nodded as she set the flowers in a vase.

   "Whatever you say," she replied. Marty grabbed Rosie's hand and lead her outside. She looked at the sky. "It's so pretty!"

"Yeah," Marty replied, kissing her head before opening her door. She hopped in, crossing her legs. Marty sat in the driver's seat, looking over at Rosie.

"What?" She asked, noticing the look he was giving her. Marty laughed lightly.

"Nothing," he said, noticing the scar on her ankle, the stitches long gone. He smiled, knowing that she no longer needed her crutches.

"So where are we going?" She asked. Marty shrugged.

"Wherever you want," he said. Rosie smiled leaning onto the seat, thinking.

"Surprise me," she said.

"Okay. How about this?" Marty said, turning the car around and driving into a clear space of land. The two walked out and the young couple climbed into the back of the truck. Pillows and blankets lay in the back for them to use.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Rosie said, and Marty shrugged.

"Maybe," he said, laying backwards and pulling Rosie with him.

   "I love you," she said, staring at the stars.

   "I love you too," he replied. She then pointed at the stars.

   "You know, these are the same stars we saw in 1885," she said. Marty smiled.

   "They are, aren't they?" He said, thinking about their adventures in time. "Where do you think Doc is?"

   "Probably somewhere exciting," she replied wistfully. Marty looked at her, before leaning in to kiss her.

   "You're beautiful," he said. She blushed and tucked her head into his shoulder.

   "And you're handsome," she replied. Marty sat up, and she followed, confused.

   "This isn't right," he said with a smile.

   "What isn't right?" She asked, giving him a confused look. Marty hopped off the side of the truck, and lifted Rosie off suddenly, making her laugh.

   "Come on," he said, and they began to drive again.

   "What are you doing?" Rosie asked. Marty only glanced at her.

   "Something I've wanted to do for a long time," he said. He parked on the curb of an almost empty street. Rosie knew this area like the back of her hand, and looked around.

   "The clock tower?" She asked. Marty smiled and hopped out of the car. Rosie followed, and he took her hands in his, walking backwards, leading her towards the steps. "Marty, what's going on?"

   "Just... let me talk," he replied. The two stood in front of the tower that had been a huge part of their lives. "Rosie Louis. You are my best friend, and the love of my life. We've done some incredible things in our lifetime, and I know that we're still teenagers, but I also know that the two of us are meant to be together. Like Doc said, the future isn't written yet, and I want to write it with you."

Rosie watched as her boyfriend pulled something out of his pocket, and kneeled down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a ring. Rosie's eyes widened and she covered her mouth, not expecting  this. Marty stood up, making eye contact with the girl.

   "What do ya say?" He asked nervously, as she hadn't given an answer. Rosie nodded.

   "You're so dumb," she said, setting her hands on his cheeks and kissing him. He slipped the small ring on her hand and she looked at it. "Are we insane?"

"Oh absolutely," he said.

"We're engaged!" Rosie exclaimed as Marty smiled. "Groovy."