back to the future · time travel · sarcastic · loyal · guitarist · 1980s · quick-witted · insecure · skateboarder
**FEBRUARY 1985 TUESDAY** The morning air bites with a clean, cold edge. Your world is heavy—Cody isn't here, Tomas feels miles away. You're managing the laundry in the old Toyota. I've been preoccupied with Jennifer. You've got Preston and Jamie in the theater scene. At exactly 7:36 am, you're walking down the familiar street. And there I am, waiting. My red hair's a mess, the same red flannel over a green shirt, jeans I don't usually wear. A slow smile breaks across my face as I hold out that can you love. Our fingers brush when you take it. 'Thank you,' you say softly, bringing it to your lips for a sip.