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Earth Angel, Will You be Mine?

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"Lou, I'll take a Pepsi," you say, walking into the café with little more than a quarter.

The owner smiles at you as you sit in your normal bar stool. "Isn't it a bit early for a Pepsi, Y/N?" He teases, winking at you. 

You roll your eyes, but grin nonetheless. You may be new in Hill Valley, but the owner has been your closest friend since day one. He seems to know all the right things to say. Even if you don't agree with his treatment of one of his employees, Goldie Wilson, you try not to get too upset about it. After all, it's not your business, and Lou really is a good guy, after all.

"Actually, Father sent me here. He wanted me out of the house for the day. Apparently, the outside is nice."

Lou laughs. "What are you doing inside, anyway? What's there to do but twiddle your thumbs?"

You shrug. "Think about boys. Do homework. Write some stuff."

"You can hardly be serious."

"Oh, but I am!" Your cheeks redden a bit at the idea of telling Lou about your writing. "I'm not very good, but I do enjoy it."

You check the clock on the wall and is a bit disappointed to see how slowly time has passed. Lou passes you a Pepsi and you smile at him and sigh.

"What's the matter, Y/N?" He asks, washing a plate with a white rag.

You sigh. "I suppose I'm just missing my old home. I had so many friends that I loved and well... the boys were cuter," you admit with a giggle.

Lou rolls his eyes at you. "You girls just don't give up, do you?"

You sigh again. "How did you and your wife meet? Was it love at first sight?"

Lou puts the dish down and that dreamy look returns to his eyes. "We actually met during a party right before the first World War began. I couldn't keep my eyes off her and I knew when I talked to her for the first time that she was the woman that I was destined to be with."

"That's so romantic," you sigh. "I wish it would happen to me like that."

You don't notice as a boy comes in and sits a couple seats away from you, asking simply for a bowl of cornflakes.

You sigh again, imagining the boy you had a crush on back home. Jonah Harrison. He was tall and had green eyes, like a forest in spring. He was the one you wanted to be with... until you moved.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, and both you and Lou look up. Standing at the door is a boy about five foot five, his hair slicked back and his face looking lost. You examine his face, and decide to ask what was wrong.

You open your mouth to speak, but Lou gets to him first. "Hey, kid, what'd you do, jump ship?"

He furrows an eyebrow. "What?"

You close your mouth and turn to Lou. "What's with the life preserver?"

The boy walks forward a bit and looks at Lou desperately. "I just want to use the phone."

Lou looks back at you, confused, then back at the boy. "Yeah, it's in the back."

The boy nods and runs to the phone booth.

"He's a bit odd, isn't he?" Lou asks.

"He must be now in town," you reply, curious about him. 

He comes back out moments later, a page of the phone book in his hand. "Do you know where 1640 Riversi-"

"Are you gonna order something, kid?" Lou interrupts, seeming annoyed by the boy's strange behaviors.

"Uh... yeah. Gimmie... gimmie a Tab." He sits next to you and the quiet one sitting a few seats down.

You look at him strangely. Who is this boy?

"Tab? Can't give you a tab unless you order something!"

"Okay, give me a Pepsi Free."

Free drink? Who does he think he is?

Lou rolls his eyes. "If you want a Pepsi, pal, you're going to pay for it!"

The boy takes on Lou's annoyed look, and clearly frustrated, answers, "look, just give me something without any sugar in it, alright?"

Lou raises an eyebrow at him. "Something without sugar..." He pulls out a coffee and the boy throws a few coins on the counter.

He puts his hand on the back of his head, and it dawns on you how similar he and the guy sitting next to him look, as they both sit at the counter in the same position. 

"Hey McFly," you hear, and you groan. The town bully, Biff Tannen, just stopping by to do his daily dose of pain. You have so far avoided his wrath, as you are pretty, but not quite up to Lorraine Baines standards. No one will ever be as beautiful as her... at least, according to Biff.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The boy glares at Biff as if he's seen him before, though considering how new he is in town, you're not sure how they would know each other. However, your suspicions are confirmed when he mutters, "Biff," under his breath, as if he's surprised to see him. 

"Hey, I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug!"

"Oh hey, Biff, guys, how you doing?"

The boy turns his face towards the quiet boy, known as McFly, and you sneak a glance at Lou, who just shrugs. You try to withhold your anger as Biff tortures poor McFly, and just focus your anger into curiosity, which makes it worse.

"I don't wanna see you in here anymore," Biff calls back to McFly as he leaves, and you sigh.

"Alright, bye bye," McFly replies innocently, and you sigh.

You want the mystery boy to talk to you, but he's staring at the McFly boy as if he were a ghost.

He drops his spoon and glances back at him. "What?" He asks, crudely.

"You're George McFly!" He replies, almost in awe. You can only wonder more about him. His voice is well... kind of cute, if you're being honest. You love the mystery involved with him, and his strange behaviors only make you more into him. 

You're snapped out of your trance by Goldie Wilson, who's trying to convince the McFly boy, apparently named George, to stand up for himself, which, after that display, you imagine won't happen.

"No, sir! I'm going to night school, and one day, I'm going to be somebody!" Goldie says. 

"That's right, he's gonna be mayor!" Mystery Boy calls out. This makes you suspicious. After all, how could he know that? Something about him isn't adding up for you, and now that you've met him, you can't help but want more. You can already tell that this boy is going to bring you adventure, mystery, and maybe even a romance.

You watch as George leaves while Goldie rants on, but Mystery has his back to it, and he somehow meets your eyes. His eyes are blue like a summer sky on a sunny day. His face is smooth, and you admire his small dimple on his left cheek. His mouth is drawn into a permanent line, but his button nose makes up for it. He gives you a quick smile, and your heart skips a beat.

Oh dear...

Goldie starts sweeping after Lou's near reprimand, and Mystery sighs and turns back to look at George, who's left. He drops his coffee back onto his dish, and when he hears the bicycle bell ding, he stands up. 

"Shit," he mumbles, and right as he's about to walk out the door, you stop him. 

"Wait!" You call out, and he turns to you, his face still looking a bit panicked. "What's your name?" You ask quietly.

"Uh... Marty," he says quickly, before taking off after George.

You turn back towards the counter, where you find Lou's knowing smirk. "I saw how you looked at him," he says. 

You scoff. "I don't even know him. All he told me was that his name is Marty."

"Come on, Y/N. I know what I saw!"

"It was nothing," you insist, folding your arms over your chest. "I need to be going anyway. Father would expect me home for lunch."

"It's only nine!"

"Well... we have lunch early on Saturdays." You quickly stand up and scurry off, only secretly hoping that you'll bump into the mysterious Marty again today.

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You walk downstairs and notice your father hunched over a stack of papers. "Father?" You ask, and he immediately looks up, trying to hide the stressed look on his face.

"Oh, good morning, Y/N," he says, standing up, a fake smile plastered on his face.

You tilt your head and look at him. "What's wrong, Father?" You ask sweetly.

He sighs. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I'm just afraid that we may not be able to keep the house." He begins to pace, a sign of nervousness that you immediately recognize. He shakes his head. "The bank is trying to con us! They're trying to get us to pay more than we owe on the house! We can barely afford it as it is... I don't know how we'd possibly afford to move again before the end of the month."

"Move again?" You ask. "We just got here!" You think of all the great things that have come with living in Hill Valley, such as Lou and Goldie and the crackhead that lives across town and... Marty.

He was on your mind for all of the last night. It's kind of hard to go to sleep when you're thinking about what he's hiding from the world. What are his blue eyes withholding? You want to know all of his answers. You imagine his lips on yours, and the very thought of it makes your heart flutter. Of course, what business do you have thinking about him? He's certainly not yours, and for all you know, he has a girlfriend.

Your father sighs, snapping you out of your thoughts. He rests his hand on your shoulder and sighs. "I know, darling. I'm doing everything I can so that we can stay. I know how much you love it here."

You just sigh. "I think I'm going to go to Lou's for awhile," you say, pushing past him to get to your shoes.

"You know, you seem to spend more time with that old man and negro more than you do us," he scolds. You roll your eyes and tie your laces.

"I just use him as an excuse to get out. I generally only spend about an hour with Lou before I bore of him and move on."

"Well, when you do bore of him, maybe you and I can do find something to do in town. It'll give me an excuse to get away from all of this nonsense," he says, motioning to his paperwork.

You nod. "Okay, Father. I'll see you later," you say, with little intention of actually doing as your father had planned for the two of you. Of course you love him, but every time you and him try to hang out, he tends to shift his mind towards his work or whatever needs done around the house. Days with your father always go less than what you had planned them out to be. Maybe it's not his fault, but he never seems to listen to you or understand what's really best for your well-being. You've gotten used to being on your own, ever since your mother left. 

You arrive at Lou's right as he's opening for the day, and he smiles when he sees you. "Well, you're here early."

You nod. "I just wanted to get out of the house."

"Your pop drunk again?"

"No, he's just really invested in what he's doing right now."

Lou looks at you and notices the spark, which is usually bright and brings the life to your personality, is a bit dimmer than usual today. "Hey, what's the matter?" He asks, being the internal softie that he is.

You sigh. "Father says we may have to move again?"

"Already?" Lou asks, suddenly looking deflated. "Ya just got here! How is he gonna let this happen?"

"That's what he's working on right now. I just don't really wanna deal with it today."

Lou opens the door to allow you inside and smiles at you as you sit in your usual seat at the counter. "Well, you're welcome to stay here until your pop wants you home again."

You grin. "Thanks, Lou. I was planning on staying here anyway. I wanted to look for someone anyway."

His eyebrow raises slightly. "You're not looking for that weird kid in the life preserver, are you?" 

You bite your lip and giggle. You feel a blush coming up to your face, but you decide to ignore it. "Is it really that obvious?"

"You were practically drooling over him," Lou teases.

"Was not!"

Unexpectedly, Goldie walks in, apologizing for being so late for work.

"Goldie, please tell him that I do not have a crush on Marty!"

He looks at Lou for clarity, and Lou laughs. "That kid wearing the life preserver and predicted that you would be mayor."

"The weird one?" Goldie asks, making you blush and Lou laughs. 

"Yeah, him. And Y/N has a crush on him. A bad one."

"I do not!"

"Don't deny it, Y/N."

You bury your face in your hands and both employees laugh. "I do admit, she was pretty infatuated after he left."

You roll your eyes. "I'm not listening to this abuse."

"We're just being honest!" Goldie teases.

Suddenly, the door opens again, and the exact boy that you wanted to see bursts through the door. "Marty!" You exclaim, a bit surprised that he would come at all. He quickly looks to you, almost worriedly, and once again you get a look at his beautiful features. You gulp, suddenly feeling self-conscious talking to him. "Uh... hi. I was here yesterday when you ran off. I was the one who asked you what your name was right before you shot out the door."

"Oh," is all he responds, and your heart drops. Surely he has more to say than that.

"Why did you run out yesterday?" You ask, and you go to look at Lou and Goldie, but notice that they've left the room, and you can't help but scoff at their shenanigans.

Marty shifts in his jacket, which looks a lot more like what would be worn in today's time than the... life preserver he was wearing yesterday. "Oh, er... I was chasing after a friend of mine. You must have seen in here yesterday. He's not very good at sticking up for himself."

"Are you new in town?" You ask suddenly, throwing him off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"You just looked so lost yesterday. Maybe I misjudged you, I don't know. I'm new in town so I haven't met everybody yet. My name is Y/N, by the way. Sorry for rambling. I ramble when I get nervous. Not that I'm nervous, or that you make me nervous. I'm just... I'll shut up now." You mentally slap yourself for being such a rambling idiot. How is he ever gonna like you if you act like this every time he approaches you, you wonder?

"Oh, um... hi Y/N. Yeah, I'm new in town. I'm living with my uncle right now."

Your heart flutters at the sound of his voice. "Uh... can I offer you a drink? A sandwich?"

"Do you work here?" He asks.

You chuckle and shake your head. "No, but I'm here so often that I might as well." You go behind the counter and stand in front of him, taking in every part of him. You stare into his big, blue eyes and inhale his cologne, which is a bit unusual. You smile at him and are pleasantly surprised when you receive a smile in return. "So what can I get you?"

He shrugs. "Is water okay?"

"Just a water?" You ask and he nods. You shrug and grab him some ice water before shoving it in his direction. "So what brings you here this morning, Stranger?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm just trying to clear my head."

Score, you think, glad that he's admitted to having a cluttered head. Of course, you already knew this, but hearing it from him makes it even sweeter.

"Same here," you admit. Maybe if you open up to him, you'll be able to get him to open up to you, you think excitedly. "My dad is trying to keep the deed to our house."

He pauses his sipping and looks up at you, concern in his gaze. Your heart flutters again at the knowledge that his gaze shows that he's genuinely concerned about you. "What? I thought you said that you just moved here!"

You nod. "We did. The bank gave my dad a bad deal on the loan. He was conned, and now they're threatening to take our house away."

"Can't you sue?"

"We can, but we'd lose more than we would have originally. We would never win against the bank."

Marty sighs in realization. "I'm sorry to hear that. Good luck on the house."

You nod, then take your chance. "What about you? Why is your head cluttered?"

He chuckles. "Long story," is all he says. He looks down at the bar table and sighs. "Basically my life is at stake if I don't figure a way to fix everything. Actually, I don't even know what I did wrong." He shrugs, then sighs, looking nervous and almost hopeless.


"Girl problems?" You ask, trying to keep the jealousy out of your voice.

He chuckles again, this time a genuine sound that makes your heart soar. "I never really thought about it like that. But yeah, kinda. Just not my girl problems."

"Why let other people's problems affect you like that?"

He sighs. "I don't really have a choice."

"You don't have to succumb to other's people's issues, you know."

"You don't understand," he snaps, making you tense up. You've never really been great at talking to guys, hence why you've never been asked out. Of course, you've never been against having a boyfriend, but apparently, guys having been against having you. He sighs in apology. "I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a bit tense at the moment."

You nod in understanding. "Forget I said anything. Do you want to take a walk?"

He seems to ponder his answer for a moment, and you can feel your hopes growing. Finally, he answers, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I should."

Your heart breaks, but you try to respond as if nothing happened. "Oh. Okay."

Unfortunately, he can hear the hurt in your tone and he sighs. "I'm sorry. Things are just really complicated at the moment. I shouldn't even be here right now. My uncle would kill me if he found me here."

"Kill you?"

"Sorry. It's an expression."

He rubs the back of his head again, and you have to bite your lips to keep from saying anything. "Then maybe you should go," you say quietly, making him look up at you in surprise.

After a moment, he nods. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Thanks for the drink," he says, and with that, heads out the door.

It takes everything in you to not break down and start crying, and when Lou and Goldie come out of hiding, they pat your back comfortingly. "Did you hear that?" You ask them. "He has a girlfriend," you conclude.

"He didn't directly say that," Goldie counters.

"He said he had girl problems. And that things were complicated. He's dating someone," you say, and you can't help but start crying.

Goldie hugs you and you cry into him. "He did say that it was complicated with him. So maybe, if he does have a girlfriend, they're not on the best terms right now. Maybe there's a chance for you to swoop in and pick him up."

Goldie's words hit you hard. "You're right," you say. "And, even if I can't, I'm going to figure that boy out. I'm going to find out his secrets and why he's avoiding me. I'm going to help him. I'm going to help him if it kills me."

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"Oh dear! I'm late again!" You shout, throwing the covers off of your body. Your father must have overslept (probably passed out drunk in his office), and of course, he had your alarm clock. That means that he's probably late for work, and you're late for school for the third time in the two weeks that you've been going there. 

You throw on a dress and run out the door, not bothering to wake up your father, as he would get fired if he showed up to work in his current state.

Your shoes slam the concrete as you run towards the school, all the way across town. About halfway there, one of your shoes rips and you trip, scraping your knees. You groan, and pick up your broken shoe before setting off again, now half barefoot and bleeding. 

You finally arrive just as first period is ending. You walk in through the front door and notice Marty and a man standing in front of you. You straighten up and hide behind one of the lockers. You lean in to try and listen to the conversation.

"That's him," Marty says, sounding horrified. You gulp, wonder who he could be talking about. 

"What did your mother ever see in that kid?"

"I don't know Doc, I guess she just felt sorry for him cuz her dad hit him with him the car... hit me with the car..."

The conversation is going way over your head. Who is Marty's mother? See in a kid? As in think is cute and want to date? Or adopt? What could he possibly be up to?

"Hey! George! Buddy! Remember me? The guy who saved your life the other day? Yeah, there's somebody I'd like you to meet."


The only George you can think of is the one that came in to Lou's the day you and Marty met. He was the kid that Marty chased after. He was the one that Biff tortured and humiliated on a daily basis. What could Marty want with him? 

You quietly watch the man in front of you, as Marty is no longer in sight. You slowly realize that he must be Marty's uncle that he had briefly mentioned yesterday. Suddenly, Lorraine Baines runs by, shouting dreamily, "Isn't he a dream boat?"

Horrified, you realize that she must be talking about Marty. Your Marty. Are they dating? Is she the girl he was talking about yesterday? It wouldn't surprise you, of course. The cutest boy you've ever met going with the most popular girl at Hill Valley High School. How did they even meet? Maybe they've been together for a long time now. After all, Marty's uncle lives in Hill Valley. Maybe he visited here often, and now he lives here. Or, maybe they just met when he moved. Honestly who knows? So much is possible with him. He's such a mystery, you think.

The late bell rings, and as much as you don't want to be late again, you decide that this may be the only chance to get any intel on Marty's secrets.

"Whoa, this is heavy."

Heavy? You mentally slap yourself as you realize that you've missed part of the conversation; and from the sounds of it, an important part of it.

You watch as they walk out of your sight, and you're just about to step out from behind the locker when you hear, "Of course! The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance! They're supposed to go to this! That's where they kiss for the first time!"

Kiss? Who? And anyway, how could he possibly know anything about that dance, you wonder. After all, the dance isn't until Saturday.

His uncle begins to walk back towards you and you hide behind the lockers again, just to be safe. Once he's gone, you step out from behind the lockers and watch Marty as he paces back and forth.

"What are you up to?" You call out, and you stifle a giggle when he flinches.

"Y/N!" He calls back, and a grin creeps across his face, making your heart skip a beat. "I didn't expect to see you so often," he says smoothly as he walks back towards you. Every step he takes is another thud in your chest.

You shrug. "It's a small town. What did you expect?"

"Well yeah, but I never realized that it was ever this small," he says, raising a few questions.

You narrow your eyebrows at him. "Where are you from?" You ask, curious.

He gulps and bites his lip before answering very quickly, "Hollywood," and regaining his composure.

Very obviously a lie.

"Hollywood, eh?" You ask. "Your folks must be rich."

He shrugs. "I suppose they're doing alright for themselves," he says, probably lying again. "I like coming to my uncle's though. Hill Valley is just so much more relaxing than Hollywood, you know what I mean?"

"Is that why you decided to live here?"

"That and the fact that I couldn't bear living with my parents anymore."

You can tell that he's lying through his teeth, as you've been studying human behaviors for years as a female detective-in-training. You would never tell anyone that, of course. Not even your own father. No one would understand, as females in your era have been marked down time after time. You remember your mother telling you stories of her as a young girl, fighting for women's right to vote. She was the one who inspired you to follow your passion, and even got you into a school for forensic sciences when you were 12 years old. She was your ultimate hero, until she walked out of your life for good.

You scoff at his lie. "You're telling me."

He looks at you sympathetically, then smiles, as if he's just come up with some brilliant idea. "Do you want to cut class for awhile?" He asks. "I mean, if you want to. We can just go outside till lunch and just... chat?"

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. "Yes, actually I'd like that very much."

You both walk outside, and just sit on the steps to the front of the school. You refuse to look at him, or your heart might explode right out of your chest.

"So are your parents really that bad?" He asks, looking at you like a sad puppy.

You want to know all of his secrets, while keeping as much about yourself private as possible, but you find it really hard to say no to those big blue eyes. "Well... my mom left when I was 12. She didn't say a word, and instead just got up and walked out."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," he says genuinely.

You shrug. "I mean, I'm used to it now. It's been almost six years now. But dealing with my dad has been really hard. He... he gets drunk a lot. And he thinks he can fix everything and do everything by himself. He refuses to let me help him, and he can't hold down a job. I wish I could make his life better, because I love him, but I honestly don't know if it's possible at this point."

He nods, as if he's holding onto every word you're saying. You've never met someone so willing to listen to you, so eager and understanding. You can feel yourself falling deeper in love with him, which is way deeper than you wanted to fall originally. "I can understand that. My mom drinks Vodka religiously. It's not super heavy, you know, so it's not that bad, but it's still really ruined her health."

You nod, staring at him intently, watching as his words roll off his tongue so effortlessly. Everything about him screams perfection. You wish so badly that you could hold him in your arms, touch him, and kiss him.

Except... he has a girlfriend.

"How did you and Lorraine get together?" You blurt, and then cover your mouth immediately after. "I'm sorry, it was just a rumor I heard, I just-"

"A rumor? Are you kidding me?" He asks, looking slightly worried and disgusted. "I would never date Lorraine! She's my mo- my uh... mom's friend's daughter. She's like family to me. I could never do that."

You can't help but feel slightly relieved at the news. "But... she likes you, doesn't she?"

He makes another disgusted look. "Unfortunately, yes. But, I'm trying to set her up with someone else."

"George?" You ask.

"I guess you've been paying attention," he chuckles. "Yeah, George McFly."

You grin. "Can I help?"

He shrugs. "Well, I don't see why not."

He stands up, and offers his hand out to help you up, when he notices that you're barefoot. "Forget your shoes this morning?" He teases.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Actually, my drunk dad overslept this morning, so I had to run to school, and my shoe broke on the way here."

"Oh, uh..." he bites his lip. "I have another pair of shoes at my uncle's house that you can have, if you want."

You have another pair back at home, but you would never turn down the opportunity to accept something from Marty. After all, he is the boy you've been searching for practically your whole life.

"Actually, I would love that. Can I come over tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? Don't you need shoes by tomorrow?"

You wink at him, and you swear that he blushes a bit. "I... yeah. Tomorrow would be nice."

You realize you haven't let go of his hand, and you squeeze it a bit tighter. "I think... actually... I should head home. I've already missed two classes and Father is going to need my help sorting everything out with the house."

He stares at you for a long time, before he finally snaps out of it and lets go of your hand. Immediately, you miss the warmth and the smoothness of his averagely sized hand. "Yeah.. you don't want to lose the house."

"Right," you nod. 

You stare at each other for another moment before you start to walk away. "Well... I'll see you tomorrow."

"Right. Tomorrow," he says, and waves at you as you walk away.

And that's how you fell in love with Mystery Boy Marty.