The Future {Marty Mcfly x reader} BOOK 2

1955

'November 12th, 1955, right?' Dad asks as we sit down in the DeLorean. Marty nods and dad types in the date. 'Unbelievable that old Biff could've chosen that particular date, it could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand it could just be an amazing coincidence.' The time circuits start beeping. 'Damn! Got to fix that thing.' Dad hits it till it stops beeping and the lights go on again. 'Alright, time circuits on.'

'Doc, what if we don't succeed?' Marty asks out of nowhere.
'We must succeed.' Dad says.
'And we will, I believe we will.' I smile.
'You have a lot of hope.' Marty chuckles. 'I admire that.'
'Well, why wouldn't I have it? I mean, I'm surrounded by two amazing people, both really smart and both have experience with the time machine, so why wouldn't I?'

We quickly hit 88 miles per hour and go back to 1955.

'It's like we never left, it's like I was here yesterday.' I smile.
'You were here yesterday. Amazing isn't it?' Dad adds.
'Wonderful!'

'You like it here, huh?' Marty asks.
'Well yeah, your mom is a really good friend, low-key wish that I would have a friend like her in 1985.' I laugh.
'You have me.'
'I know that and I couldn't ask for any other best friend or boyfriend, but I just wish I had a good female friend. Y'know, to gossip with, to do each other's make-up. Girl stuff.'
'Okay...' Marty shrugs.

'Alright, sunrise should be in about 22 minutes.' Dad looks at his watch. 'You two go into town, track down Biff and tail him. Sometime today, old Biff will show up to give young Biff the almanac. Above all, you must not interfere with that event. We must let old Biff believe he succeeded, so that he'll leave 1955 and bring the DeLorean back to the Future. Once old Biff is gone, grab the almanac any way that you can. Remember, all of our futures depend on this.'

'Right, no pressure, we just need to save the fucking future.' I say sarcastically.
'Here's some binoculars and a walkie-talkie, so we can keep in contact.' Dad hands Marty the stuff. 'I'll stay here and try to repair the short in the time circuit. That way, we don't risk anyone else stealing the time machine and I won't risk accidentally running into my other self.' We run away from the car.
'Other self?' Marty questions.
'Yes, there are now two of me here, two of you here and two of Y/n here. The other me is Dr. Emmett Brown from 1955, the younger me that helps the other you get back to 1985.' Dad starts running back and forth, Marty follows him, but I don't bother doing that, knowing that he'll just pace back this way and go back the other way.

'Remember the lightning bolt at the clocktower?' Dad asks. Marty and I nod. 'That event doesn't happen until tonight, so you must be very careful not to run into your other self. Let me give you some money.' He opens a suitcase with money from different years in it. 'I have to be prepared for all monetary possibilities.' He hands us some money. 'Get yourself some '50's clothes.'
'Check, Doc.' Marty intertwines our fingers and we start walking towards Hill Valley.
'Something inconspicuous!' Dad yells at us.

'You sure you can walk that far?' Marty says after a few minutes.
'Yeah, I have to, so I will.' I chuckle.
'I could carry you, if you want me to.'
'It's fine, Marty. I can walk, don't worry about it.'
'Okay, but if you can't go any further, I'm going to carry you.'
'Whatever you say, mr. Purple underwear.' I laugh.
'You're gonna keep that one in, aren't you?'
'Yup!' I noop his nose.
'Great.' He playfully rolls his eyes at me.

After a while of walking we arrive at Hill Valley.

'So, 50's clothes, huh?' I smirk.
'Yeah, but it has to be 'something inconspicuous." Marty laughs.

We go into a store and buy some clothes.

'Is this inconspicuous enough?' I walk out of the changing room wearing a big dress.
'I have no idea, I do know that you look amazing and that we're getting that one.' He pulls me in by my waist.
'Wow, okay.' I laugh as I place my arms around his neck.

'Are you still going to pay?' A cranky old lady says.
'Right, of course.' We pull away from each other and pay.