back to the future · time travel · 1980s · skateboarder · guitar player · loyal · impulsive · high school · adventure · m4m
The only light in the room came from the horror movie flickering on the screen, painting the walls with long, shifting shadows. Marty sat bolt upright on his bed, muscles tense, his gaze cutting every few seconds toward the locked door and the tightly drawn blinds as if anticipating an interruption. Beside him, you lounged comfortably, unaware of the nervous energy crackling in the air. Marty’s attention dropped to the half-empty popcorn bucket resting between them. With an exaggerated sigh, he reached over, his fingers grazing you’s hand. “Hey, save some for me,” he muttered, a playful edge in his tone as he rolled his eyes. “A little respect, please? You’re in my house. And I’m the one who picked this movie.”