|The New Boy In Town
Author: bttf4444 PM
This is the third part to "The Other Side" trilogy. This covers George's and Lorraine's views of what happened during the week in 1955. This is it, folks! It's now finished!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Drama - Chapters: 10 - Words: 19,073 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-27-08 - Published: 01-30-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4042981
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Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
November 5, 1955
8:35 AM PST
George Douglas McFly, who was seventeen years old, was eating cereal at Lou's Cafe - while working on his homework, which was actually Biff Tannen's homework. It was a good thing that the homework wasn't quite due until Monday. It might give him time to work on his stories, as well. Of course, he never let anyone else read them.
"Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?" George suddenly heard Lou Carruthers, the owner of the cafe, asking. Lou was usually real gruff, even though he was decent enough to George. In a way, George could actually understand why Lou was the way he was.
"What?" asked a young masculine voice, with confusion. George looked up, to see a boy who looked to be about his age. While he couldn't place his finger on it, the boy looked very familiar to him. Yet, he had a feeling that he met the boy.
"What's with the life preserver?" Lou asked. George was now curious about the young man's attire. Was he a member of the coast guard, or something? Why would he wear a life preserver into the cafe? Where exactly did that boy come from?
"I just wanna use the phone," the young man replied, as he sounded nervous. Now George was very curious about him, and wondered exactly who he needed to call.
"Yeah, it's in the back," replied Lou. George watched, as the young man headed into the back. George sure did his best to concentrate on the homework he had to do for Biff. However, he really couldn't stop thinking about the curious young man.
"Do you know where 1640 Riverside..." George suddenly heard the curious young man asking, after a few minutes. He sure thought this was the wrong place to ask someone for directions. Lou wasn't the type of person to take crap from anyone.
"Are you gonna order something, kid?" barked Lou. It was obvious that he was getting terribly annoyed with the curious young man, and George couldn't exactly blame him.
"Yeah, uh, gimme... gimme a tab," stammered the young man. George tried to get back to doing Biff's homework, as he figured that the young man seemed harmless enough - even if some of his mannerisms really seemed to be, well, eccentric.
"Tab?" Lou asked, incredulously, "I can't give you a tab, unless you order something."
"All right," the young man replied, very nervously, "gimme a Pepsi free." Now George couldn't help but wonder where the young men thought he got off with that order. It seemed as though the young man was very confused.
"You wanna a Pepsi, pal," Lou replied, angrily, "you're gonna pay for it." The tone of Lou's voice made George feel nervous, but he felt that the young man did ask for it.
"Well, just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?" asked the young man. It seemed like an odd request, as George happened to have a sweet tooth.
"Without any sugar," Lou was heard mumbling, as he handed the young man a cup of coffee. George decided that it was quite best to not pry into another man's affairs. It was still natural curiosity, though, to wonder why he acted so strangely.
"Hey, McFly!" called out a very familiar voice, as George turned around. He noticed that the young man was glancing at the gang. A part of him actually wanted to see Biff's gang bully the odd visitor, just to leave him alone.
"What do you think you're doing?" Biff Tannen growled, as he menacingly made his way over to George. With him were his lackeys: Mitch Mattis, Derrick Daniel Drake, and Joey Skinner - who were also known as Match, 3D, and Skinhead.
"Biff?" George heard the young man next to him whisper. He wonder how that young man knew who Biff was. However, Biff didn't seem to take notice of the young man.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, McFly," Biff growled, as he suddenly was in front of George's face. George was suddenly terrified, as he swallowed deeply. "You Irish bug."
"Oh, hey, Biff," George greeted, nervously. "Hey, guys, how are you doing?"
"Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?" demanded Biff, staring at George..
"Uh, well, actually," George stammered, even though he knew Biff never bought any of his excuses - being quite ruthless. "I figured, since it wasn't due till Monday..."
"Hello, hello, anybody home?" Biff asked, as he tapped George on the head. "Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it." He was also very quick to ask, "Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting?"
George sighed to himself, as Biff went on to add, "I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?" When George didn't answer, Biff rather loudly repeated, "Would you?" George knew that he was backed into a corner.
"Now, of course not, Biff," George replied, even though he secretly wished for just that. Still, he didn't dare to express that. "Now, I wouldn't want that to happen."
"Uh, no, no, no, no," Biff commented. George actually felt relieved - as Biff and his gang noticed the young man, and asked, "What are you looking at, butthead?"
"Hey, Biff," Skinhead pointed out, as he grabbed at the young man's vest, "check out this guy's life preserver." Snarkingly, he added, "Dork thinks he's gonna drown."
For a moment, George felt also as if he was part of the gang. However, Biff turned back to him, as the former asked, "Yeah, well.. how about my homework, McFly?"
"Uh, well, okay, Biff," George replied, nervously, "uh, I'll finish that on up tonight - and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."
"Hey, not too early," insisted Biff. "I sleep in Sundays. Hey, McFly, your shoe's untied." As George looked down, Biff slapped him. "Don't be so gullible, McFly."
"Okay," George replied, nervously. He couldn't help but wonder why he always fell for that. After all, it's not like Biff would actually care if George tripped.
"I don't wanna see you in here again," Biff added, as he and gang turned to leave.
"Yeah, all right, bye-bye," George called out, with false cheerfulness. He began to concentrate on Biff's homework, but then noticed the young man looking at him. If anything, this young man seemed to be almost as creepy as Biff. "What?"
"You're George McFly!" the young man replied, as he sounded stunned.
"Yeah, who are you?" George demanded. He didn't understand what the young man really wanted to do with him. It's not like many paid so much attention to him, unless they needed someone to target for ridicule. He certainly had to get out of here.
Before the young man can answer, Goldie Wilson came over with his mop, and was quick to ask, "Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?"
"Well, they're bigger than me," George replied, nervously. Goldie was always very friendly to him, and he wished he had the same kind of confidence as Goldie did.
"Stand tall, boy," suggested Goldie. "Have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that, if you let people walk all over you now - they'll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?"
"Watch it, Goldie," Lou snapped, as he walked by. George wondered why Goldie even bothered to work for someone as racist as Lou. Couldn't he just get a job elsewhere?
"No, sir," Goldie continued, "I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school - and, one day, I'm gonna be somebody."
"That's right," exclaimed the young man. "He's gonna be mayor." George was shocked by those words. How on earth could anyone be sure of that happening?
"Yeah, I'm..." Goldie started to say. Then, realizing what the young man just said, he exclaimed, "... mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor."
"A coloured mayor," Lou mumbled, "that'll be the day." George rolled his eyes, as he never did understand why certain people could be racist. After all, it's not like Goldie chose to be born with dark skin. Maybe Goldie should try running for mayor.
George suddenly looked at his watch, and he realized that Lorraine Baines could be changing soon. He began to head out, and grab his bike. He often quite fantasized about getting his revenge on Biff, but he was simply never a fighter.
"You wait and see, Mr. Carruthers," Goldie retorted, as George was heading out. "I will be mayor. and I'll be the most powerful mayor..."
As George hopped onto his bike, George suddenly began to wonder how the other Hill Valley residents would rather react to the idea of a non-white person being the leader of their city. There plenty of decent people in Hill Valley - weren't there?
George felt so nervous, as he was riding to Lorraine's house. It was bad enough that he had a reputation as a "wuss". If it ever came out that he spied on girls, then even the nicest kids in school might not want to talk to him. It would be a lonely existence.
Even his two closest friends, Billy Stockhausen and Lester Collins, didn't really know of his habit. He had a feeling that they wouldn't be too impressed.
"Hey, Dad," George heard a voice call out. It sounded like the young man who sat next to him at the cafe. What was up with him? "George! Hey, you on the bike!"
George didn't quite feel like taking to anyone, as he began to climb a tree. He reached for his binocular, and began to really focus them. As he looked into Lorraine's window, he saw that she was changing. He decided to take a closer look at her.
"He's a peeping tom!" George head a voice exclaim, with great shock. George's heart was racing, as he realized that his life was pretty much over. It would probably be all over school by Monday. He sure fell out of the tree, and right onto the road - just as there was a car approaching. "Dad!" the same voice called out, sounding frantic.
The young man just pushed George out of the way, but was hit himself. As the young man lay unconscious on the road, the driver of the car stepped out. As George rather figured the man was the father of Lorraine, he knew that he had to get out of there.
"Hey, wait," called out the man, as he was looking straight at George. He figured the young man might tell Lorraine's father that George was spying on her. This had to be the worst day of his life. He was quick to head home. "Wait a minute, who are you?"
George quickly rode off, as he felt real nervous about being confronted by the father of the girl he was spying on. He couldn't help but feel rather guilty, as the young man who just saved his life was injured. Still, confrontation was never his strong point.
"Stella!" Mr. Baines yelled, as George was riding away. "Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here, help me take him in the house!"