Chapter Two:

I got on well that whole month. I was able to go to the McFly's house most of the days to pick up beer, and the house was luckily still occupied with food. McFly also did all of the difficult things for me, as usual, and I honestly think I had a better time with all of them gone. Though I have to admit, when I saw Patricia step out of the car, I knew I missed her.

She drove up with the kids and looked up at me as I stood on the stairs. Only having a beer in my hand, I just lifted it as some sort of wave. No smile flickered across her face, and she didn't wave back. She parked the car and stepped out in silence, the same with the kids. They walked right passed me, still not saying anything.

"Ok, is this the way you're supposed to come home from a month long vacation?" I asked when my wife and I were finally alone in the room and the kids were in their rooms. "You aren't going to say anything at all?"

"I'm just doing what you're doing." she said, and she gave me a look, a look that said, "I'm waiting," to me. I put the beer bottle down calmly again, just like I had done a month before. Just as I set it down I knew she had a point.

"How was your vacation?" I asked. She looked down at her suitcase and sighed.

"It was... fine."

"Fine?" she nodded. "Just fine?"

"Just fine." she repeated, and I knew this conversation was not going well.

"Did you do anything interesting?"

"I spent some time with my friends from high school." she said, still not looking at me, but I noticed that she glanced at me every few moments.

"Really? Who?"

"You wouldn't have known any of them." she said, and it was then that I noticed she was unpacking her suitcase right in front of me. When I looked closer, all I saw her doing was turning over her piles of clothes, over and over again.

"So what did you do while I was gone?" she finally asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." I said, and then I picked my beer bottle up again to take a sip. I then noticed that our lights were switched off. I didn't remember anyone turning them off. I glanced over at her just as she seemed to notice too.

"Well, since you're back..." I started to say, but for some reason the look on her face made me stop. She looked more upset than she did the day she walked out for a month. "Now what's wrong?"

"Everything." She replied, but this just made we roll my eyes again.

"Don't give me that-"

"No, YOU don't give me that, Biff Tannen." I noticed that she had been saying my full name a lot lately, even before she left. She then started to wave her hands in between us.

"Is this what you want us to be?"

"What do you- wait, what? What the h-"

"All that beer must be making your eyes blurry." she said coldly, and then she shut her suitcase shut with a snap. I watched her started to leave the room, but I tried to stop her.

"Aren't vacations supposed to make you, I don't know, happy?" I said sarcastically. She stood there for a long moment, and then she finally turned around to face me.

"Did you miss me at all?" she asked. She was looking down at the floor, and not at me once again. Oh, I thought. So that's her game. She's just testing me.

"That's what you wanted to go on vacation for?" I said, and I opened our small fridge to take out a beer. "Here. I think you need one of these." I stood there with my arm outstretched, but she didn't take it. "Are you going to take it?"

Finally, I thought as she finally started to reach for it. I let go with her hand closed around it, but she let it drop to the floor. "Dmnit, Patricia! Did you have to drop it again?"

She quickly dropped down on her knees, and for a minute I thought she was going to kiss my shoes, but she was just moving the broken pieces into one section of the floor. When she stood up again she started to stop down on top of them so they broke into more pieces. I started to wonder: Has my wife gone insane?

"If you didn't care about me, then why did you marry me?" she finally said, and then she turned around and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with a mess that I wasn't going to clean up.

To be honest, our marriage was not based on real love. I personally would have rather married the love of my life, Lorraine, but she married McFly, so I turned to someone else. It was at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, and I was planning to show Lorraine that I was better than the Irish Bug. We actually never danced until after I got caught by Strickland and had nothing else to do. I remember being drunk that night, and I wasn't sure about her but later we spent the rest of the night parked.

We were married shortly after Lorraine and McFly did, but we didn't have a large wedding. I never thought it bothered her that much, but that night she yelled at me I started to have second thoughts. However, I was too tired and must have drank too much, and I didn't think about it much longer. I did remember it was a month after her last outburst, and I thought it was a phase. When I went up to bed later that night, she wasn't there. I didn't bother searching the house, because I figured maybe she was talking to the kids or doing something else before she came to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't feel anyone in the bed next to me, and when I checked the clock it was five in the morning. Usually my wife sleeps in on Saturdays, just as I do.

"Butthead," I muttered as I climbed out of bed. "Making me get up at this hour."

I walked clumsily out into the hallway, checking every single room. I thought she had to be in the house, because there was no other reason to leave again. She was just gone for a whole month. I was hoping that month would get rid of all that stupid misery she had.

When I finally gave up on the upstairs I headed downstairs, though I doubted she'd be down there. I was proved wrong when I found her sleeping on the couch. She was tucked under a few blankets, and tonight she looked worried in her sleep. Usually I saw her looking happy when she slept.

"What the hll are you doing down here?" I said as loudly as I wanted to, and, luckily, she jerked awake when she heard me.

"What is it?" she said groggily, but when her eyes focused on me, she rolled them. "Oh, it's you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, spreading out my arms to show I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Can't sleep?" she asked instead of answering my question. I saw her glance towards the clock, and then look back at me.

"No, I can't sleep because I ain't in bed." I said, and I laughed, but she kept a straight face. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to keep myself awake. "I ain't in bed because I had to get up and look for you."

"You didn't have to look for me." she said softly.

"What does that mean?"

She started fiddling with her blankets, like she usually did when she wasn't sure if she should say something. I remember when we were parked she did the same thing with the end of her dress. It's strange I'd remember something like that from that night. I probably remember it because I was trying to look up her dress. I was pretty sure she was nothing like Lorraine, though.

"Why did you come looking for me if it upset you?" she finally asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but then I stopped. She did have a point. Why did I get up so early to come look for her? I already knew she was in the house.

I decided to shrug. "I don't know. I guess I'm just tired of all this sht going on with you and I want things to go back to normal."

"What would you call normal?" she asked, leaning against the couch. She still refused to come any closer to me when I sat down.

"Dmnit, you're wasting my time," I told her, but I went on anyway. "We used to stay up late on weekends like this, and then we'd sleep in. We were like a couple of teenagers, if you get what I mean," I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. "Now this..." I pointed at her. "All this that's been going on is stupider than a screen door on a battleship."

"If you paid attention you'd realize things aren't normal anymore, Biff." she said coldly, and then she paused, and we were both silent.

"What is the real problem here?" I finally said. "You never used to get upset about our anniversaries or whatever the h-"

"I WAS upset all those years," she said, and then she slowly slipped out from under her blankets. "You were too drunk to see it."

"Then-"

"Or hear it." She cut me off, knowing my question before I said it. There was another silence before I said, "So is that the problem? Big deal I'll remember it next year."

"Why should I believe you?" she suddenly said, surprising me. She gave me a long hard look, and then she gathered up her blankets. "You said you loved me at our wedding, and you lied even then." After that she left the room. Why was she always the one to leave me alone? I followed her after a few moments, but she locked me out of our room. Instead of pounding on the door, I headed back downstairs to try to figure out why she kept yelling at me. Though I wasn't happy about not being able to sleep in, I did it anyways.

I thought about our wedding. It wasn't a big fancy one, and almost no one came. I wasn't surprised about no one from my family coming. For the most part, my grandma was not invited. A few of Patricia's family came, but most of them were not very happy with her decision, as I could tell. I thought that the other family members that did come were either busy, or just used that as an excuse because they were so upset with her. Either way I didn't think about it much. For our honeymoon we went to Las Vegas, in which was probably the only thing she liked about our marriage, but since I seem to have been wrong all this time, maybe I was wrong about that too. We had Biff Jr. only a few months after we got married, and then Patricia told me she wanted another child. She wasn't that happy about Biff Jr. but I didn't think much of that either. I remembered our first anniversary, but after that I started to forget. I remember one year I went out with my high school friends on one anniversary and found her waiting there, but she was forced to forget about the whole thing because I was drunk and I had forgotten. Maybe it was because I was drunk, but I remember she didn't mind.

Remembering that my wife mentioned she had been with her high school friends, I tried to remember who they were, but I couldn't remember anything. Then I surprised myself as I came up with a plan so crazy it just might work.