She was silent for a while as she continued to work on the car, which actually worked. Spike was in the middle of the third coat when she heard Biff start walking passed her. Humming to create an illusion that she was busy at work, she moved the rag around in the same spot on the car until biff was finished walking down the street. "Moron." She said under her breath, then she shot up faster than a lightning bolt and grabbed Griff's arm. "Let's go, while he's gone."

New 2015 Part II

The two teens went running down the street in the opposite direction as Biff, grinning as they came to the Café 80s. Griff laughed and pushed through the door, only it didn't open. "What the hll?"

"Look!" Spike pointed to a sign on the door, and read it aloud. "Closed, since everyone is going to the McFly concert. P.S." she looked at the sentence in parentheses. "Slight glitches in the computers that need to be fixed." She snorted. "Yeah right."

"Great." Griff grumbled and leaned against the wall of the store. "Now what do we do?"

Spike looked down at her watch devastatingly. "It's almost seven o'clock. Hmmm..."

"No way! How did it take so long for us to clean that car?"

"Well, let's face it, Griff," she gave him a look. "We're not the fastest hoverboards in the store, or the sharpest spikes on the finger." She looked down at her bare finger. "Well, at least you aren't."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Griff said, glaring at her. "Are you saying I'm stupid?" he suddenly pushed her by the shoulders out onto the sidewalk. "You better not be."

She snorted and she regained her balance and stood in front of him with her arms crossed. "One of the stupidest. I wonder where you go it from?" She pretended to be thinking for the answer. "Oh yes, I think I know. Maybe from your 'Butthead' gramps."

"Oh yeah? I suppose you think you're smarter than me?" Spike could see his face was reddening from anger.

"I was the one who got out of jail, wasn't I?" she said, starting to enjoy her time to gloat, but then she realized Griff was looking at her funny. Slowly she started to get her deja vous feeling again.

"Spike, don't you remember? We didn't go to jail. They let us work for Biff instead- I don't know why though..." He said, then he started to wave his hand in front of her face. "Are you ok?"

In her mind she got a small vision of her in a weird outfit giving a tour. "Yeah, I'm fine... stop... stop doing that!" She grabbed Griff's waving arm, but when she touched him she got another 'vision' of them in jail. "You... you don't remember when I broke myself out of jail, then I said it would have been great if you let me ride your Pit Bull then I did this." She grabbed his face and gave him a kiss, but only in the middle of it did she realize she had never done that before. She broke away quickly, shocked at what she did. Griff looked even more shocked.

"You never did that to me before..." He looked at her suspiciously. "Are you sure you're all right?"

Her jaw dropped as she stared back at Griff in amazement. "I think I AM going crazy..." she suddenly looked afraid, which Griff had never seen before.

"Since when did you become the unpredictable type?" he asked, and then suddenly the whole air around them seemed to change.

"WHAT!? Are you saying I'm not usually the unpredictable type? What about you?" Griff was about to answer her but she interrupted him. "Me? I'm more unpredictable than you could be." She rolled her eyes. "That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"

He hesitated, looking confused again. Just as he was about to answer Spike interrupted him again. "No, it wasn't. Yeah yeah, see? I knew what you were going to say after that too. If I'm so predictable, what am I going to do next?"

Griff looked like he was going to get mad, but then he suddenly smirked as he thought of something to say. "You're going to kiss me again so I think you're unpredictable?" it sounded like he was half guessing but Spike was amazed that he was right. How could someone like him think of that? She turned her back to him and started to pace the sidewalk. "Nope. That wasn't what I was going to do." She lied. "I was, uh, going to give you a challenge. Yeah, that's it. A challenge." She grinned mischievously and tapped her fingers together. "I am such a genius. Whoa, deja vous."

"Oh yeah? And what challenge would that be?" Griff asked, and she could tell he was trying to get his bat, only he forget Biff took it away from him. "I knew he was going to do that." She thought, then she smirked. "My challenge is to see which one of us can make a better gang."

Griff snorted, crossed his arms, and stood in front of Spike giving her a smug look. "I accept."

"Great. Meet me right here tomorrow at the same time as right now." She said, looking at her watch. "Dmn I forgot I don't have my hoverboard."

"Wait, wait... you're giving us one day to make a gang? ONE day?" Griff nearly screamed at her while holding up one finger.

"You don't think you can do it?" she said, giving him a "Are you chicken?" kind of look. Griff gave her a look, then he fumbled with something in his pocket. "I can do it... it's you I'm worried about." He said, then he looked left and right, realizing there were no people around at that time.

Spike just shook her head, then she turned to leave. She already had her plan planned out. She'd steal her hoverboard back from Biff...

"Oh yeah, Biff... What to do with him...He'll probably be back at the car soon." she thought, then her mind came up with another great plan. She snickered to herself, and then she bolted over to the police station. She was sure they'd be watching Marty McFly at least on the tv. At least she hoped they were.

"Officers! My gosh!" Spike crashed into the only police man that was there's desk. All the others had gone to the concert, and to Spike's luck, the only one who was there was even dumber than Griff. "Down...down the street of the Café 80s... Biff Tannen stole my hoverboard." She lied. "Well, it's only half a lie." She said. "He stole everything I had with me! Then he hit me with his cane and I must have blacked out." That was only half a lie too. "He really did hit me on the head with his stupid cane."

"I'll be down there right away!" the police man lept up from the seat and was out the door, but just as Spike was about to snicker he came back in. "Wait a minute... Aren't you Leslie O'Malley, that girl who hangs around with that nutcase Griff? You're supposed to be working for Biff."

"I've been getting that a LOT these days. You have no idea how many people have told me that. As for Griff Tannen... I have never been less than a hundred feet near him." The officer didn't even lift an eyebrow at her. He grinned, laughed, and said, "Good for you. Anyway, I'll be off." Spike shook her head at him, wondering why they kept him here.

"And I'll be off too." Spike started walking down the hall near the cells, but she stopped short and made a weird look. "Where am I going? I'm supposed to be going that way." She rolled her eyes at herself and turned around. "I could break any of these prisoners out in a second if I had my spike with me. Hey, I can get that back from Biff too..." she flew out of the doorway and back into the streets, feeling her deja vous again.

"Now, to get my 'stolen' goods back." She said, smirking. "Thank you, 'Marty' for having your concert today. Makes it a little easier. I am so going to pound Griff to the ground tomorrow." She ducked behind some trash cans in case Biff, the police man, or both came by, and headed towards Biff's house.