The Perfect Gift
Chapter 1
AN: Hello, all! This is my very first Back to the Future story, so please go easy on me. It's not a trilogy story or anything like that. I know the title is pretty lame but it gets its point across, haha. Anyway, I believe some thanks and credit are in order. To one of the greatest BttF authors that I've seen so far, Flaming Trails, for letting me borrow three of her characters; Rick, J.J. and Spydo. Thanks again, girl! (By the way, go check out some of her stories. Believe me, you WON'T be disappointed)
I hope I don't disappoint any of you, either! So read on and I do love reviews (hint hint) Thanks!
"Marty…Come on, Marty, wake up…" A voice whispered in his ear. He felt someone's hand on his chest and he knew who's it was. Smiling wearily, eyes still closed, he lifted his own hand to pick up the second. He laced his fingers through the familiar hand and rolled over on his right side. This was when his eyes opened slowly, the gorgeous baby blues landing on a woman's face.
Marty McFly's smile grew as she gazed back at him lovingly. He loved it when she woke him up. She was the first thing he saw everyday. He couldn't believe that he'd been married to Jennifer for almost three years. As he gazed at her, he thought what went through his head every morning. 'She's so beautiful. I'm so lucky to have her.'
"I slept through the alarm again, didn't I?" He asked quietly. Jennifer nodded. Marty sighed. "Some things never change." He said, referring to the times he's always late for anything important. Hell, he was late to his own wedding.
Jennifer laughed softly. "Don't I know it. We're in Colorado by the way," She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "I'll wake up the others, then start breakfast." She leaned in and gave her husband a quick kiss before taking her hand out of his. She stood up and headed out the door to the other end of the bus.
Marty took in a deep breath, sat up, and exhaled while looking beyond to the window in the average sized bedroom. A rosy pink streaked across the sky and complimented the cerulean blue that was early morning. He spotted frost around the window frame and grinned, knowing that the ground would have a fresh blanket of snow. He too pulled his legs out from under the warm covers and over the side of the bed. He stood and walked to the very small dresser where he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans over his purple Calvin Klein boxers. He switched t-shirts and slowly padded out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"What's on the schedule for today?" He sleepily asked his three band mates. One of them, Rick, pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jeans he fell asleep in the night before, unfolded it and squinted at the tiny words under the dim light.
"According to this, we have to be at the coliseum by eight for a run through." He said.
"What time is it?" Marty asked. Rick stole a glance at his watch.
"Six forty-five." He replied. Marty and his two other friends, Spydo and J.J., groaned.
"You know, I really love going on tour, but why does R.J. insist on us being at practice so goddamn early?" Spydo complained from his position on a long, cushiony couch. "I mean, that show don't even start until seven or eight at night!"
"I've wondered the same thing everyday. The only thing I've come up with is that R.J. is crazy." J.J. said wearily. All four of them cracked a grin. Just then, Jennifer popped her head in from the next room over.
"Morning, guys. Breakfast is almost ready if you're hungry." She said, leaving them in their grief. The men left the small living room to join Jennifer in the kitchen. They sat at the table, which was really only a booth that just barely held the four of them.
"It's really awesome that you make food for us all the time, Jennifer." Rick thanked as he watched the woman butter toast. Jennifer shrugged.
"I really don't mind. I need something to do besides waiting for you to be done with practice. I'm actually getting better." She confessed.
"Yeah, we've noticed." J.J. said, giving his friends a meaningful look. They all nodded, remembering Jennifer's first try at making food from scratch. Needless to say, the chicken wasn't cooked all the way through, the bread was burnt to a crisp and the veggies were only halfway thawed. She had certainly come a long way.
'In fact, we all have.' Marty thought. His life was turning out better than he expected. His horrible, from what Jennifer replayed to him, future in 2015 was not to be. At only twenty-six years old, Marty McFly and his band, The Pinheads, was one of the fastest bands to skyrocket to stardom. They were discovered at some club, Marty couldn't remember the name of it now, when he was twenty-two. R.J., one of the British managers at Virgin Records, really dug their style and instantly wanted to produce an album. With his help the Pinheads put out their first record, "Heavy Sedation" in the United Kingdom, and the song soared to number one on the music charts. It stayed there for about four weeks. Once the band got enough publicity in England, R.J. told them they were ready to move on to the States. And move on they did. People took to the hit immediately and it did well, if not better, than it did in the U.K. They became instant rock stars.
Looking back on it all, Marty sometimes thought it was a dream. He had just graduated from college, going from an ordinary person with a wild dream to the guy that others dreamed to be like. Everything had happened so suddenly that he really never had time to let it all sink in. It seemed impossible to believe that one day he could be somewhere as simple as a grocery store, the people passing him by not even giving him a second glance, let alone care who he is. And then to be at that same store as he was a month or two before and have cameras flashing in his eyes, a mob of people surrounding him, pleading for just one autograph…
It was heavy stuff.
The Pinheads slowly adjusted to hearing their songs on the radio or seeing a hilariously fake article about one of them in the tabloids. Of course all of their family and friends stuck by and supported them, and each and every one was so happy for the boys. No one stuck by Marty as much as Doc and Jennifer, though.
Doc…
Marty smiled at the memory of his best friend and everything they'd been through when he was seventeen. Shortly after Marty's eighteenth birthday, Doc suddenly returned with Clara and his two sons, Jules and Verne. When Marty asked what brought him back, Doc answered that the West was getting a bit too wild, dangerous even, especially now that he had Clara and the boys to protect. Although 1986 was no better, Doc wanted to see Marty again. Eventually Doc moved out of his garage and to a very nice neighborhood, full of kids for Jules and Verne to make friends with. Of course, Doc still had the Time Train, but kept it hidden in a huge basement that only Doc, Clara and Marty knew about. As far as Marty knew, the Time Train was never used again after the move.
That was eight years ago, so knowing Doc, Marty was pretty sure the Train got to see the light a few more times.
He sure did miss him.
As he ate his unburned eggs and bacon, Marty pondered what old Doc was up to, how Clara and the boys were doing. 'They must be pretty big by now.' He thought. The last time he saw the Brown family was at Christmas three years ago. None of the Pinheads could get away for the holidays anymore. They started going on tour a year after their second album release, "I Got A Feeling". That one did better than "Heavy Sedation" and R.J. proposed the idea of a tour. Their last Christmas with their family and friends was just before they left. They've all gotten plenty of letters and gifts but it wasn't the same, especially for Marty. He wanted to hear his mother's story of the mysterious Calvin "Marty" Klein, even if it was for the billionth time. He missed Dave and Linda and all the bickering that used to go on between them. It got lonely on the road sometimes. Oh sure, Jennifer was a part of his family now, but there was no replacing the simplicity of loving parents and caring siblings.
Marty felt a body slide in beside him, which brought him out of his pensieve state. He glanced to his right to see Jennifer, eating her breakfast happily. He automatically slipped his arm around her shoulders, which made her scoot closer to his warm body.
"What do we have to do after practice?" Marty asked Rick, pointing to the innocent slip of paper that had ruined their morning. Rick picked it up and read off the rest of the schedule.
"From eight to ten is a run through. Ten-thirty to eleven-thirty is yet another run through, but with sound and light check," Rick sighed, but plunged on. "We have a two hour break to get showered and dressed because we have a TV spot at two."
"What show?" Jennifer asked, munching on her toast.
"It says here just some local talk show. We have to play "Punk Rock Blues", apparently," "Punk Rock Blues" was the newest song the Pinheads released just before the start of this third tour. "That'll last for an hour. Then we have to come back here for a newspaper interview at five. Once that is over with, we have an hour to do whatever we want. Score! Who's up for some Atari?" There was a chorus of cheers that erupted among his fellow band mates. It was rare that they ever got "hang out time". The majority of their day was filled with even more practices and TV slots, along with interviews for various magazines and newspapers. Performances always started at seven or seven-thirty, eight at the latest, so R.J. had to plan the interviews carefully so they wouldn't run into show time.
Jennifer just shook her head and laughed. They were twenty-six years old and they still loved to play the Atari games, especially Marty. It was his game set that was currently sitting on the living room floor. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of it.
"You guys know what comes after that." Rick said, tossing the paper on the table. The other three nodded, Jennifer getting up and taking five empty plates with her. The boys smiled their thanks up at her.
"You better get dressed, it's seven forty-five." Jennifer warned, setting the plates gently in the sink.
"Shit," Marty sighed. The four rose from the table, Rick, J.J. and Spydo shuffling to the room they shared, while Marty jogged to the bedroom to grab his coat. "Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?"
AN: So? What do you guys think? I know that this chapter doesn't get to the plot point, but it will around chapter 2. This was just an introduction chapter of sorts. Please leave me some feedback and if you absolutely MUST critique, please do so in a nice way and let me know how I can improve in my writing instead of flaming me. I would really appreciate it. But, if you are one of those people that thought this sucked and flame me, I will only laugh at you and ignore you. Seriously, I've seen it done to way too many authors, myself included, and all it does is bring their self esteem down I'm sure.
Anyway, so yeah, review por favor:)
DreamlessMermaid