Author's Note: This is the fourth story in a series of ficlets that centre around important events in the Clint Eastwood Universe, which belongs to both EmmettMcFly55 and bttf4444. Of course, neither of us own the rights to Back to the Future. This story was written by bttf4444.

November 12, 1955
10:15 PM PST

Sean Robert Eastwood sighed, as he stepped into Lou's Cyber Coffee Shoppe - along with his best friend, Jules Clint Brown. In all honesty, he had rather mixed feelings on the evening. As a good friend, he quite figured that he should be cheering on George Douglas McFly - who finally managed to stand up to the school bully, Biff Tannen.

"Man, the storm sure is awful," grumbled Jules, as the two of them headed towards a booth. "Well, Sean, did you quite have fun at the dance? Even though I didn't have a girlfriend, I really enjoyed the music and the refreshment. It was rather enjoyable."

"Oh, I so absolutely agree," replied Sean, nodding. "Yeah, I quite enjoyed listening to Marvin Berry and The Meteorites. Their music really rocked. I also thought Marty Klein performed some kick ass music. I mean, he never told us that he was so talented."

"Yeah, I thought his music was totally awesome," agreed Jules. "At any rate, I'm sure gonna miss him. He was such a nice dude. I mean, there quite aren't too many people who wanna hang out with us - considering that most people regard us as 'freaks'. The thing is, Marty managed to give us some great insight - and he also helped George..."

"Oh, yeah, about that," Sean replied, swallowing. "To be honest, I just can't help but feel as if... Well, you know how he practically became the most popular kid in school - in a flash? What if he just decides that... that he no longer wanted to be our friend?"

"C'mon, Sean," protested Jules, laughing. "You really think he would do that to us? Do you think it's even fair to think that George might decide to abandon us, just like that? If anyway, Biff and his thugs will probably end up also leaving us alone - now..."

"I sure hope you're right, Jules," Sean replied, sighing. "At least, I'd still have you - as well as Lester and Billy. Speaking of which, Lester did mention something about seeing Marty take Biff's wallet. I sure wonder what that was about. Since Marty never struck me as a thief, I really have a hunch that Biff was the one to take Marty's wallet."

"Yes, I sure wouldn't put it past Biff," Jules replied, rolling his eyes. "Of course, in this day and age of paying with your thumbprint - how many people carry around wallets, anymore? I mean, Dad does - but I don't think too many of our generation would..."

"Well, apparently, Marty did have a wallet," muttered Sean. "Well, I quite agree that I'm gonna miss him. I sure wonder how things between George and Lorraine will work out. She always seemed like a nice enough girl - but, on the other hand, she can..."

"She always was real boy crazy," agreed Jules, nodding. "Then, again, seeing as how Biff nearly raped her - and George intervened... Well, I'm sure that Lorraine felt quite grateful for his intervention. I really wonder if he's gonna show her any of his kick ass sci-fi stories. I wonder why he was so afraid to show them to us. They're awesome!"

"I wonder how we're gonna be able to thank Marty," Sean commented, sighing. "That really was about the best week of our lives. I serious think that George should get his stories published. I don't understand why your dad was so dead set against the..."

"I don't understand, either," Jules replied, shaking his head. "He gave me very explicit instructions to not bring George or Marty to our house. I'm just worried that, for some reason, he's mad at George. Also, just what did he really have against Marty Klein?"

"Yeah, that actually doesn't seem like your dad," agreed Sean. "Usually, he's more laid back. Well, what should we really eat? How would mozzarella cheese sticks sound? Or, perhaps, we can really go for the buffalo wings? Since the place is open until midnight, we can play some video games. I heard they have a few new games in the arcade."

"I'll go with the mozzarella cheese sticks," replied Jules. "With extra marinara sauce. I can hardly get enough of those. Of course, Mom just doesn't like me eating too many greasy foods. I swear, it's like the woman is from the 19th Century - or something."

"She sure does seem old-fashioned, in some respects," agreed Sean. "Well, why don't I treat?" Turning to the Wait-O-Screen, he pressed his thumb to the plate. "It's rather amazing, of course, just how much advanced technology we have. I mean, it's so..."

"I rather know what you mean," agreed Jules. "Sixty years ago, we didn't even have land cars - let alone hover-cars. People quite used to travel by horse and buggy - or, in the winter, horse and sleigh. When you think about it, it's no such wonder that the older generation considers us to be lazy. They really had to do everything manually."

"Oh, yes, the times certainly have changed," agreed Sean, as he glanced outside the window. As he glanced at the courthouse, he could hardly believe what he saw. "This is so weird, Jules. Take a look outside the window - and tell me what you see, okay?"

"Everything looks normal, to me," Jules replied, as he turned to the window. "There is a lot of heavy rain, of course - but, other than that, it's very..." With a sudden gasp, he added, "Oh, I see what you mean! You're talking about the clock, I'm guessing?"

"Exactly," replied Sean, as he could hardly stop looking at the clock. "When we walked into this place, I could swear that it was a quarter after ten. However, the clock really appears to be... stuck at 10:04. Man, I do wonder if this dreadful storm was what... I can hardly believe it! Oh, what has it been? I think it was about, uh, seventy years?"

"Uh, yeah, I believe so," whispered Jules. Just then, the food popped out of the wall compartment. "Oh, goody! We can eat! Well, in other news, it quite appears that my brother is really hitting it on with your sister. Oh, I'm not sure what I think of all this."

"Right, I see what you're saying," agreed Sean, nodding. "At the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance, I had noticed that Mallory and Verne were just ... Well, I noticed how they kept dancing together - as if they were a couple. It really seems a little freaky."

"Yeah, it almost seems like incest," Jules replied, in a near whisper. "I mean, we're not exactly related - but it sure... Well, all their lives, Verne and Mallory were best friends - just like you and I are best friends. I suppose it's not exactly my place to judge - but this really... I mean, it's not even just tonight. It seems to have been lasting for a..."

"Of course, if they end up tying the knot," Sean pointed out, gently, "then you and I would practically... become brothers. Not that we aren't simply already like brothers, but it was would seem as if... On the other hand, though, I quite agree with you..."

"Perhaps, we could actually be fretting over nothing," suggested Jules, as he bit into a mozzarella cheese stick. "Neither were dating anyone else, so I guess it's only very natural for them to wanna dance together - rather than... dancing by themselves."

"Yeah, I guess some really are self-conscious about that," agreed Sean. "At any rate, enough about that. I would like for Marvin Berry and The Meteorites to hit it big. They really had the talent, y'know? They actually performed some groovy psychedelic rock, indeed. I wonder if these guys can do glam metal, as well. That would be awesome."

"Psychedelic rock seems to be their forte," pointed out Jules. "I can't exactly see them being that much for new wave music, either - or punk rock. Come to think of it, I'd just like to also see Calvin Klein hit it big. I'd like to have a recording of the song that..."

"I believe he called it The Power of Love," explained Sean, as he began to feel a little wistful. "If I can quite get a digital recording file of that song, I would upload it to the internet - and I would send it to all our online friends. I just totally loved that song!"

"I really do hope that he comes back, sometime," Jules replied, sighing. "At any rate, your dad really revolutionized music. I mean, he invented rock and roll - and it's quite impressive just how well it caught on. Of course, the older folks really hate that style of music. Except for Dad, of course - who's always been surprisingly open-minded."

"Your mom, on the other hand," Sean pointed out, "doesn't seem to like it much. I just think it's kind of funny, seeing as how your dad is very much older than your mom. I'm not saying that music should be limited to certain age groups, of course - but it's a..."

"Right, I knew what you mean," Jules replied, softly. "So, anyway, what do you think of the 'Darth Vader' story that George told us? He rather insisted that, if he didn't ask Lorraine to the dance, Darth Vader would melt his brain. Do you really that there..."

"It sounds scary, to be honest," Sean replied, shuddering. Truth to be told, the story gave him the chills. "Of course, there was the Roswell incident of 1947 - but, still, it is a... Well, the existence of extraterrestrial life has never really... been confirmed. I'm not saying that there can't be life on other planets. Still, it really does seem as if..."

"The story really does seem a little far-fetched," insisted Jules. "I wonder if it was just George's overactive imagination that got to him. I mean, he sure is creative. I do wish the best for him, and I sincerely don't believe that he'd ever stop being our friend."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Sean replied, with a small smile. "Perhaps, I am being a little paranoid. I simply hope that you're right, Jules. I mean, about Biff also leaving us alone. I bet Biff never saw that coming! Well, he finally got his comeuppance!"

With that, Sean and Jules both just burst in peals of laughter. He pondered over the advice that Marty Klein have, quite repeatedly, told them. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. Indeed, it rather was true - as George had proven. He decided that, from then on, he would also apply that piece of wisdom to his own life.