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He probably would have learned her address, anyway; Hill Valley was a small town. Everybody knew everybody. And yet, it was complete serendipity that he had found it.
It was his ninth birthday. Despite looking forward to it, he had woken up with that weird feeling underneath his skin and with every noise sounding louder than it usually was. His parents, usually willing to indulge him when he was feeling this way, offered to let him stay home that day since it was his birthday, but he wanted to go to school.
Because he was going with a goal in mind. After all, he would be turning ten the next year; he was practically a man already, wasn't he?
He was finally going to talk to her.
But, of course, when recess had finally arrived, his anxiety had gotten the better of him, and he went off to hide away in his usual space to read or write.
Then, when school let out, Biff and his friends started ganging up on him; after a few blocks of running, he had climbed up the nearest tree to escape them. He made it onto a... somewhat sturdy branch, clinging to the trunk for his peace of mind while he waited for Biff to get tired of waiting and go away. Trying to ignore their taunts, he looked ahead, into one of the windows of the house in the same yard as the tree...
And that was when he saw her.
Lorraine Katherine Baines.
His mad dash to escape his tormentors had led him to her.
He had been quietly pining for her since their first communion, his attention more focused on her than the priest's sermon every Sunday. Most of his dreams, once out-of-this-world fantasies that he would write in his notepad the next day, were now about her.
The only time that he had ever worked up the courage to speak to her was when they were eight years old; it was the Christmas service, and she had been chosen to sing a solo. A painting that she had done of the Nativity was also on display. After the service, he complimented her on both before skittering back to where his parents were waiting for him.
And now, she was his girlfriend.
Girlfriend!
He just wished that he didn't have to wait so long to take her on an actual second date; she had gotten grounded because she had broken curfew the night of the dance (she had been supposed to be home by ten, but that freak storm had caused the two of them to try to seek shelter until the worst of it subsided, so she was home fifteen minutes late). She could only leave the house for school and church, and her phone privileges had been revoked.
But at least he had a way of seeing her until her punishment was through-- and this time, he could actually talk to her.
He didn't have to wait long for her to come to the window, holding the baby, Joey, in her arms (well, he wouldn't be the baby for long). With one hand, she unlatched her window and lifted it up.
"You really need to stop climbing things," she joked.
He laughed, remembering how he explained how he had met the strange boy who had played Cupid for them. "Well, it worked out, didn't it?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it did."