November 12, 1955
11:45 a.m.
Annie's POV
Marty and I got into town and we saw Biff picking up his car. He was complaining on how much it cost to have the manure removed. While he and the mechanic went into the store, Marty and I snuck into the back seat of the car. Marty went in first and I went in after him and landed on top of him. That forced a blush out of both of us.
He said, his voice near a whisper, "Quick, Annie. Throw the blanket over us so Biff doesn't see us."
I grabbed the blanket over us and we heard Biff coming back. We felt him throwing some small paint cans on us. We looked up and saw Biff over by Aunt Lorraine and her teenaged friend.
Biff said, "Well, look at we have here. That dress looks really pretty, Lorraine but I prefer for you to wear nothing at all."
Aunt Lorraine forced him away from her and responded, "Biff, why don't take a long walk off a short pier?"
I whispered, "Nice one, Aunt Lorraine."
Biff responded, "Why don't you and me go to the dance tonight?"
Aunt Lorraine rolled her eyes and responded, "I'm doing something else tonight."
Biff looked at her and asked, "Oh, yeah what?"
Aunt Lorraine lied, "I'm washing my hair."
Biff rolled his eyes and shot back, "Oh, yeah. That excuse is as lame as a screen door on a battleship."
Marty rolled his eyes and whispered, "It's a 'screen door on a submarine' you dork."
Biff asked, "Who are you going with then? That bug's George McFly?"
Aunt Lorraine shot him a look and answered, "I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay?"
Biff blushed at little and asked, "That guy with the hot cousin?"
I blushed out of embarrassment and being totally crept out. Like I would be interested in that son of a bitch.
He added, angrily, "You're going with me. When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours? You're my girl."
Aunt Lorraine rolled her eyes and responded, "Biff Tannen, I will never be your girl. Even...even if you had a million dollars."
I whispered to Marty, "If only she knew."
Marty shot me a look and then we ducked back down as we heard someone coming over.
We heard Biff threaten, "Yes, you will Lorraine. It's meant to be! Someday you'll be my wife!"
We heard an old man saying, "You always did have a way with women."
Marty whispered to me, "That's Old Biff's voice."
Biff swore, "Get the hell out of my car, old man!"
Old Biff responded, "If you want to marry that girl, Biff. I can make it happen."
Biff seemed annoyed at him and responded, "Oh and who are you? Mr. Lonely Hearts?"
"Just get in the car, butthead," Old Biff demanded.
Biff got mad and asked, "Who are you calling a butthead? You butthead?"
'Nice comeback,' I thought. Just then, Old Biff started the car.
Biff asked, scared out of his mind, "How did you do that? Nobody can start this car but me."
I smirked at that and whispered to Marty, "Not the brightest crayon in the box, is he?"
Marty shot me a look and we heard Old Biff add, "Just get in the car, Tannen. Today is your lucky day."
They drove off with us in the back seat. We took a sharp turn and drove into the garage in the driveway of Biff's house.
Biff said, freaking out, "Hey, watch it! This cost me 300 bucks!"
"Would you shut up about the car," Old Biff yelled realizing how annoying he used to be.
"And another thing, how do you know where I live," Biff asked crossing his arms.
"Let's just say we're related Biff, and that being the case I got a little present for you," Old Biff tried again.
Marty and I peered over, making sure that they didn't see us.
He added, "Something that'll make you rich. You want to be rich, don't you?"
"Oh yeah, sure, right, that's rich, ha, you're going to make me rich," Biff scoffed.
Old biff held up the almanac and asked, "You see this book? This book tells the future. It tells the events of every major sports event till the end of the century. Football, baseball, horse races, boxing...the information in here is worth millions, and I'm giving it to you."
With that, he handed it over to Biff.
"Well, that's very nice, thank you very much. Now why don't you make like a tree and get out of here," Biff said not impressed.
"It's leave, you idiot! 'Make like a tree, and leave'," Old Biff said smacking younger Biff on the head.
"Alright then, leave," Biff shrugged.
"Don't you get it? You could make a fortune with this book, let me show you," Old Biff said turning on the radio.
"UCLA trail 17 to 16! It's 4th and 11 with only 18 seconds left of this game. I'd say it's all over for UCLA," the radio announcer admitted.
"Bet you a million bucks UCLA win at 19 to 17," Old Biff said looking at a page in the book.
"What, are you deaf old man? He just said it was over! You lost," Biff yelled.
"Oh yeah," Old Biff asked smartly.
"Here comes Decker with the kick, it's up, it looks good folks, it looks very good, field goal! UCLA wins 19 to 17," the radio announcer finished.
"Alright pops, what's the gag," Biff asked concerned.
The old Biff explained, "I told you, it's in this book! All you gotta do is bet on the winner, and you'll never lose."
"Alright, I'll take a look at it," Biff said throwing it back onto the back seat.
Marty grabbed at it, but Old Biff got it first, not realizing Marty and me. Marty gave me an 'almost had it' look.
"Never, never leave this book lying around! Don't you have a safe? No, you don't have a safe. Get a safe! Keep it locked up, and until then keep it on you like this," Old Biff cried putting in book in the back of Biff's jeans.
"Hey, what're you doing," Biff asked concerned.
"And don't tell anyone about it either. Oh, and there's one more thing." Old Biff continued. "One day; two kids, or a crazy wild haired scientist is going to come around asking about that book," Old Biff said as he walked off with Biff.
They closed the garage door. I heard it lock loudly. That only meant one thing. Marty and I were trapped. Marty and I got out of the backseat and Marty tried the door.
I said, "Marty, you and I both heard that door lock. We're trapped."
Marty cursed, "Damn. I'm calling Doc." He took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Doc, come in."
Doc's voice came through and he asked, "Marty, Annie what's up?"
Marty started to explain, "Annie and I hitched a ride Biff's house and Old Biff showed up..."
I added, "He gave his younger self the book and left but now Marty and I are locked in Biff's garage."
Marty finished, "You got to fly the De Lorean over here and get us out of here!"
Doc responded, "I can't take the De Lorean out in the daytime but don't worry. I'll find out a way to get over there."
With that, Doc was gone...
Marty mumbled, "Perfect."
I shrugged and responded, trying to lighten the mood, "Well, it does beat being locked in a library for twelve hours..."
Marty shot me a look and asked, "Annie, what's with you and the jokes?"
I shrugged and answered, "It eases the tension. And I don't want you seeing me that I'm scared stiff."
Marty perked up at this and asked, "You're scared, Annie?"
I nodded and responded, "I almost lost you at the dance tonight. That was the most horrible ten minutes of my life..."
A tear rolled down my cheek and he wiped it away.
He responded, his hand on my cheek, "I promise, Annie. I won't ever leave you like that."
His lips came towards mine and we kissed. Probably not the best time for it but it seemed right.
A few hours later, we heard Biff yelling at his grandmother, "I'm going to the dance, grandma!"
Marty and I both perked up and jumped into the car. I threw the blanket over us and I felt us backing out of the driveway. I also heard bike bells.
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