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21 October 2008 @ 06:09 pm
Chapter 3  
Title: The Dream
Pairing: Doc/Marty
Rating: PG 13
Words: 755 words

In this chapter, Marty is dreaming about Doc. And it´s PG 13. In later chapters R and NC-17.

Chapter 3

The dream was cloudy, but he see himself standing on an giant parking lot. It was night, no cars were parked on it. Then a shape going slowly. He can´t him or her hardly identify, but when the person moved closer he could see his white hair and his white lab coat. It was Doc. He smiled at Marty.

“Hello Marty”, he said quietly.

The teen began to touching Doc´s shoulders. It felt so real, but it was just a dream. He touched his face, his arms and his whole body. His fingers gliding over Doc´s back, stomach and the lower area.

Then Marty looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

It was silent, nobody says a word. He touched his neck and pressed his lips on Doc´s. They closed they´re eyes, enjoying the kiss as if was the last kiss in his dream.

“Marty…” somebody called his name. “Hey, Marty, wake up. You´re sleeping since 30 minutes.

His dream faded away, the reality comes over him and he opened his eyes.

He looked at Mr. Arky, the history teacher. Mr. Arky has black hair and he looked very angry.

The whole class is looking at Marty, some girls laughing above him, because nobody is sleephin while Mr. Arky´s alleged interested education. But for Marty, school was just boring.

“Marty”,Mr. Arky said. “you can´t sleep in my education. You know that you´re notes not good and you can´t not accomplish it. I´m sorry for you, but you must go. I don´t brook sleeper here. Please stand up and leave the classroom.”

“Okay, okay”, he babbled and taked his schoolbag. He leaved the classroom.

As he was in the corridor, he found a bank and throwed his schoolbag on it. He layed down on the bank and his hand sinked onto the schoolbag.

Later that day, the school bell rang. School was over. Marty McFly got up and saw the children and teenager ran out the school. He sighed.

I just wanna go home he thought I have no more desire. Lorraine and George would be bad at me, but that´s worth it. I think I can´t make music later. And I don´t wanna play in a band.

Marty abandoned his hopes and dreams. So he skateboraded home at 3.00 P.M. He was nearly there, as he saw from the distance a few yellow blinking lights. When he borded closely, he could see an tow truck standing in the gateway.

Something´s wrong here he thought. And he was right. He saw George´s car is hanging on the truck. Marty shooked his head.

Outside standing George and Biff and talked together.

“I can´t believe this what you have done, McFly”, Biff said angrily. “I can´t believe that you borrowed me the car without saying that it has a blind spot. I could've been killed.”

George replayed with:” Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it.” He noticed Marty is standing in front of his father. “Hi, son. Go in the house, we talked later about your school banishment.“

Marty stared at him. “How did you know?”

“Mr. Strickland called me.” George wanted to say something, but Biff was quicklier.

“But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?“

George looked at the busted car. “Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?”

“My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?“


“And where's my reports?”

“Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due till…„

“Hello, hello, anybody home?” He knocking with his right fist lightly on George´s head. “Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you?“

„Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?“

“Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied. Don't be so gullible, McFly.”

Biff looked at Marty. “What are you looking at, butthead. Say hi to your mom for me.”

Marty nodded and opened the house door.

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