iv. unwashed

                                    

                                          
➠ 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕖𝕤 
                          
ARRIVING IN a different year was not something one would expect to become used to. In Marty's case, however, having to rush through two weeks of several trips in time, he decided to consider himself an expert on the subject matter. This wasn't one of those times though at least not completely. It was all much more complicated and detailed and he didn't exactly have the capability to understand time travel let alone something as Star Trek as multiple dimensions. The whole thing was actually just an episode of the Twilight Zone and not the ones that were easy to understand from their age; just a mess of a plot from someone who wanted to change the pace of the series usually.
                          
Walking through the town, spinning a circle around as he did so, it didn't seem to be Hill Valley. There was another town just 20 miles out from them and the closest to any major city known as Avalon, which the band had played when they first started booking themselves gigs. Recognizing some of the shops except only appearing more run-down and lonesome, he could assume he had landed himself here. 
                          
"Why would Amanda be here?" He thought to himself. In general the whole situation was confusing to follow, aside from possibly her motivation to have even come to this year at all. Finding himself thinking it had to do with him, or, the longer he walked on, knowing it had to do with him made the guilt set in at a heavier rate.
                          
Simply hoping everything was okay and things can go back to the way they were, Marty continued to follow on with no real instinct as to where to look first. Shops were close to empty despite it being after five now with the expectation of more activity to be involved. Everything was unsettling quiet, the lack of bustling street life making him feel suspicious as to what was going to go on next. 
                          
"Alright now think this over, if Amanda were here with no way out, she'd have to get a job somewhere right? I mean, that's what the Doc did in 1885?" Marty thought, knitting his brows tightly the longer he focused himself on the task. "That leaves either the movie theatre or the photo hut, no doubt about it."
                          
The movie theatre, logically, contributing to the nostalgia of their high school years where she worked at the very same theatre in Twin. . .Lone Pine Mall. The photo hut was simply out of knowing how much she liked to take photographs and develop photographs. Even ranting to him specifically on the necessity of a dark room for getting b-roll of their travels together when they were older. The seemingly romantic memory now leaving him with a bitter taste in his mouth under the circumstances. 



                          
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May, 1988
                          
HOLDING THE FILM over her eyes in the dimly lit room of the apartment, Amanda let out a laugh to flip herself over to wave the dainty strip over to her boyfriend. Coming up from the other room to smile at her enthusiasm he laid down beside her to take the film from her grasp and examine it himself. "You know, I could've been a terrible band photographer if I wanted to," She suggested, smiling over noticing the grin coming up on Marty's face over the images of their show from last night. 
                          
He lowered it down to look at her instead and nodded in agreement. "I mean whatever it takes to get you to stick around here a little longer, I'll take it." 
                          
Being enveloped in his embrace to have Amanda laugh hysterically over this she shoved him away in order to try and gain his attention again. "Y'know all the laidback kids worked at that photo hut at the mall. They were always out on the benches during their breaks just. . ." She waved her hands with a swift nod to have Marty watch her continue on with this confused. "Relaxed. I don't know, but Bobby and I would always hang out with them whenever we had breaks together and they were neat." 
                          
"They were neat?" 
                          
Cringing over her word choice she turned back over to him. "You know what I mean," Amanda told him defensively to examine the film again. Watching silently he brushed her hair coming off her shoulders to lean closer beside her for the two to fo the same. The slits of light in the room reflected from her film strip, the couple being able to see stills of the moments of the band's set to have Marty constantly in a state of joy over living his own dream. 
                          
Everything at that moment was more or less perfect for them now that he thought about it. Amanda was just transferring into CalTech officially that next year and the band was charting at number one with a single before they even released the album. Things had worked so well in their favor then that it seemed impossible for anything else to not be just as easy. Everyone finally had what they wanted, Marty could never imagine it was too good to be true.



                          
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THE UNEASY FEELING that Erica had brought up in regards to an individual being described as strikingly similar to that of the one that was prominent in her dreams continued to hang over Amanda through the course of the day. She tried her best to file this away as pure coincidence, that it wasn't possible for something like that to have happened at all. With her memories still very much lost and the inability to recollect anything that had happened to her didn't mean that the idea of a time traveling Delorean was going to suddenly become truth. 
                          
Walking down to the local family restaurant to pick up some food before heading home, she pulled open the doors nonchalantly. Lowering her headphones from the Walkman she'd gotten that often left for the tapes inside to become stuck, Amanda acquainted herself with the local waiters at the front. Taking a seat at the booth unaware, the waiter passed her up a coffee as he always did to have her smile back as a return. "Another round of Miami Vice again tonight," He told her to send out a laugh as a response as he scribbled down what she usually ordered, "It'll be out in a minute." 
                          
Nodding silently she searched for the creamers, pouting to herself over there only being one set out amongst the sugars. Deciding to not be a bother and ask for more she grabbed the extra sugar packets instead to begin to put it into the coffee. "Here." Being passed the extra creamers from a person beside her she smiled graciously. 
                          
"Oh hey, thanks. . ." Turning to face them properly when doing this caused for Amanda to trail off in the gracious remark. Instead her face turned pale, wondering if she'd fallen into her own mania by their presence being here. Blinking stupidly she took her hand back to adjust herself further away from him. 
                          
The boy causing this reaction from her nervously took his hand away, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to speak. "You usually take your coffee with extra cream, but you'd never tell anybody. I think the only times I'd ever even seen you drink black coffee was when the group was up late in the studio recording the E.P.."
                          
"Who are you?" 
                          
Her brows were forcefully knit together with raised suspicions of the boy in front of her. The one not only bearing the resemblance of that of the one Erica had come across, but the one prominently featured in each of her fantastical dreams of grandeur. With the increasing amount of concentration she had on trying to understand this, a migraine formed out of the amount of effort that came with figuring this all out. 
                          
His eyes drew down to her almost in sorrow. The baby blue seemingly fading from the simple question she had asked. He was torn over something of which she unintentionally had a part in, but couldn't place what it was considering she did not know who this was. "Amy, it's me? C'mon that's not funny."
                          
"I'm not being funny, I'm asking who you are?" Amanda laughed over this to gesture a hand between them for emphasis. "You and I have never met."