Heya everyone! Update for ya...well for whoever really reads this...anyways. Hope you guys enjoy it =D Oh, I should of mentioned this in the first chapter, or even in the summary but uh, this story is gonna be heavily based off the movie. There will be some twists and turns and I promise you guys will enjoy it! At least, I hope ya do! =)
Disclaimer: I don't own Back to the Future
I do own: Marlie, Jeremy, and Becca
Chapter 3: The McFly Family
The sun was in it's motion of setting before I finally skid into my driveway. I flipped my skateboard up and caught it as I stared in aw at was in my driveway. It was my dad's car...crashed. I saw a tow truck hauling it from the street, and the radio speaking the license plate.
"Perfect...just perfect." I exclaimed to myself sarcastically, not wanting to look at it anymore I slipped into my house, only to hear Biff yelling at my dad...again.
"I can't believe, you loaned me your car without telling me it had a blind spot!" Biff complained, pointing an accusing hand at dad, who just had his hands on his hips staring at the ground. I stood there silent near the front door and watched. Not wanting to interrupt, especially with what happened this morning.
"I could've been killed!" He shouted, I rolled my eyes, shrugged my shoulders and mumbled quietly. "One could only hope..." Fortunately no one heard me, I looked to my dad to see what he had as a reply, if it was the same as mine, finally we'd be on the same page.
"Now, now Biff, now, I never noticed any blind spot before when I was driving it." I noticed my dad caught sight of me, but didn't focus his gaze on me long. He placed a hand on his stomach and greeted me very softly.
"Hi Marlie." I didn't reply to his greeting, I just looked up at Biff, who didn't even seem to know I existed let alone know I was in the house.
"Are you blind McFly? It's there! How else do you explain that wreck out there?" He asked my dad angrily, once again I mumbled my own reply under my breath. "Simple...A monkey was at the wheel..." And once again I was ignored, thank goodness. I looked back to my dad as he leaned against the wall, stumbling out his reply.
"Now, Biff, um, can I...assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?" He asked unsure, I scoffed silently, with a 'as if' look plastered on my face. Biff obviously didn't agree to my dad's answer either.
"My insurance? It's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this?" Biff asked, showing my dad a stain on his ugly dark blue jacket.
"I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?" He continued taking some steps closer to dad, I still remained silent, watching the scene going on.
"And where are my reports?" He asked, referring to the reports he was yelling at my dad about this morning. Dad nodded at this and walked over to the kitchen counter where his briefcase laid.
"I, I got your reports right here Biff, all finished." He said as he opened up his briefcase, then handed them to Biff. He snatched them up and briefly scanned them over.
"Yeah it's about time too." Was all Biff replied with, not even a single thank you, but that's not a surprise...at all. Biff suddenly stopped looking them over and eyed my dad.
"Where's the extra report?" He asked, dad raised an eyebrow at this.
"Now uh...Biff you never said anything about extra.."
"McFly honestly, why wouldn't I want that? I sure ain't gonna do it myself." Biff explained, cutting off my dad's sentence. I heard a sigh escape from my dad, but he still seemed to listen to Biff.
"Okay Biff...uh.. I'll finish that extra report up tonight, and I'll run em on over first thing tomorrow, all right?" He asked, giving in to Biff's demands.
"Hey not too early alright I sleep in on Saturday." Biff stated, then he pointed at a spot on my dad's shoe stating. "Oh McFly, your shoe's untied." Being his gullible self, dad looked down to see only for Biff to flick up his finger, hitting my dad in the nose. Biff laugh and headed over to the fridge.
"Don't be so gullable McFly." He said, still chuckling a bit as he opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. "I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you got me was a light beer?" He asked, snapping the can open. I groaned mentally and let out one of my silent comments. "Lets hope this one spills on your face." Once again, ignored. He chuckled a bit once more but stopped as his gaze 'finally' landed on me.
"...What are you looking at Butthead?" He asked me, same as this morning. This time dad couldn't stop me from snapping back a reply.
"Gee, now why does THAT sound familiar?" I asked sarcastically, he frowned at this, but didn't say anything back to that.
"Say hi to your mom for me." He told me, as he walked out, nudging me in the shoulder as he left. Now, Biff had this sorta...scary attraction to my mom, heaven knows why though. Getting off that subject in my mind I turned slowly towards my dad, I was pissed about the car. How else were we supposed to get to the lake? Unlike this morning his gaze met mine, my look to him was filled with disappointment, shock, and rage all mixed into one.
"Now...now Marlie I know what you're going to say. And you're right, you're right. But uh, like I said this morning, Biff just happens to be my supervisor. And I'm afraid I'm just not good at, confrontations." He told me, hell if I knew what that meant, I didn't care if he took Biff's side over mine now.
"The car, dad!" I complained, telling him what was really on my mind, this made him look away. I took a couple steps closer to him now, wanting him to look at me when I talked, at least act like he cared.
"I mean, he wrecked it, he totaled it! We needed that car tomorrow night dad. You know why." I continued, gesturing out the door to the smashed up car, I let out an aggravated sigh.
"I mean, do you have any idea how important this was to me? Do you have any clue?" I asked, dad sorta cowered from me as if I was Biff, I didn't shout or raise my voice much at him, but this was serious.
"I know Marlie, and all I can say is, I'm sorry." Was all he stuttered out, I rolled my eyes angirly and went to my room, slamming the door shut. I jumped onto my bed and let out a loud and frustrated groan, everything was ruined! The next hour or so, I laid silently on my bed, my headphones in and my music blaring as I stared at the ceiling, my rage still lingering in the pit of my stomach.
"Marlie, time for dinner!" I managed to hear a voice call to me, I recognized it as my mom. I yanked out my headphones and stood up, throwing my I-pod onto my bed as I left my room. I walked down the hall and entered the dining room. My dad was already seated at the table, watching 'The Simpsons' on TV. My older siblings Linda and Dave were also seated at the table. Dave was around 19ish and worked at the Burger king near Doc's house, and my 18 year old sister Linda...well she needed a life honestly. I took my place at the table and stared at the dinner in front of me, it wasn't exactly the most appetizing meatloaf I've ever seen. I pushed it away slightly and rested my elbows on the table, propping my head up. Dad and the rest of the family had heard I didn't make the cut with the band auditions. Dad was pouring himself a bowl of peanut brittle and looked over to me, ready to start a conversation.
"Believe me Marlie, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance." He told me, offering me some peanut brittle, I shook my head and declined with a sorta disgusted look on my face.
"Ya know Marlie he's absolutely right, the last thing you need, is headaches." Dave butted in, I looked away, focusing on the food I didn't wanna touch. 'Maybe I wanted heacdaches' I thought to myself as a reply but physically, I just sighed. A couple of minutes later mom walked into the room, carrying a glass of Vodka in one hand and a cake in the other.
"Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, your uncle Joey didn't make parole again." She told us dropping the cake that said 'Welcome home Uncle Joey' on the table, sitting down in her seat, she added. "I think it would be nice if you all dropped him a line." I ended up raising an eyebrow at mom's statement.
"Uncle Jailbird Joey?" I asked, my uncle Joey had been in prison for a long time, so long I don't even remember what he did in the first place to get there.
"He's 'your' brother mom." Dave half complained, and Linda agreed to this. "Yeah I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison." She commented, pulling the curlers out of her hair. This actually made me roll my eyes and think 'not as embarrassing as having you for a sister'.
"Well, we all mistakes in life children." Was mom's reply, I glanced over to Dave who looked at his watch, almost spitting out his coffee.
"God dammit, I'm late." He stated loudly, getting up from his chair.
"David!" My mother said firmly. "Watch your mouth. Now come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here." She ordered, he groaned a bit at this.
"Alright mom, but make it fast. I'll miss my bus." He said walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek. He then walked over to dad.
"Hey see ya tonight Pop." He said kissing the top of dad's head. "Woo! Time to change that oil." He said waving his hand a bit, dad just laughed insanely geeky like at this. We walked over to me and ruffled a hand through my hair.
"Catch ya later squirt." And with that he left, I just rolled my eyes once more. Squirt? Yeah right. Dinner was not even quiet for a minute before Linda reminded me of something.
"Hey Marlie, I'm not your answering service, but while you were in your room pouting about the car, Jeremy Parker called you twice." She said, holding up my cellphone, which I seemed to have left at the counter earlier today. She slid it across the table to me and I reluctantly caught it. And I thought that was gonna be that with the topic, until mom burst in.
"Oh, I don't like him Marlie. Any boy who calls a girl is just asking for trouble." She stated, I groaned mentally, and slumped down in my chair putting my hands over my head, surprisingly Linda was there to back me up.
"Oh mom there's nothing wrong with calling a girl, or vise versa." She replied, I smiled lightly at this, but only briefly.
"Well, I think it's terrible. Boy's shouldn't be chasing after girls, or girls after boys." Mom stated, and here we go with the lecture. I glanced over to Linda, who looked confused.
"Then how am I supposed to meet anyone? Marlie didn't start dating Jeremy by sitting in her room all day." Linda stated, mom let out a gasp and my eyes widened. I glared at Linda as if yelling 'Why did you just say that!'.
"Marlie! Is this true?" Mom asked looking to me, abashed. I bit my bottom lip, but nodded slightly. She let out a huff of what seemed to be anger.
"You should be more like me when I was around your age. I never chased a boy, or called a boy, or, sat in a parked car with a boy." She told me and Linda, in still what I think was anger.
"Then don't expect grandchildren." I stated, if that's how she wanted it, I wouldn't get anywhere in life.
"That still doesn't answer my question on to how I'll ever meet anyone." Linda stated, I rolled my eyes yet smiled playfully.
"Even if you did have the chance, don't get your hopes up Lin." I told her, she glared at me for this and I let out a cocky smile. Mom however ignored our little, spat, she just started her story with a smile.
"Well girls, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father." I decided to stay silent for this, but Linda, didn't.
"That was so stupid, grandpa hit him with the car." She said almost loudly, but mom didn't seem to care, she was now in some sort of dreamy state.
"It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born." She reminded, I shrugged slightly, cause that was true. Linda scoffed a bit and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street." Linda stated, this made me question it too, but I still remained silent.
"What was it, George, bird watching?" Mom asked dad, who hadn't been paying attention at all. He had been finishing up that report Biff ordered him to do, but he managed to look up.
"What Lorraine, what?" He asked rudely...oh yeah, what a man. I looked back over to mom to see her reaction.
"Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him." She explained, it was kinda sweet if ya thought about it...for a really long time. But I had, and one might say it would make a great book. Linda had decided to interrupt mom once more, simply because she couldn't stand this story.
"Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance." Mom stopped her right there. "No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George?" I looked back over to dad who was cracking up over a pointless joke, still not even bothering to pay attention, I looked back to mom, her dreamy look now increasing that it almost scared me.
"Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realised I was going to spend the rest of my life with him." I looked back over to dad, oh yeah...mom...sure is lucky. I rolled my eyes at the thought and stood up, picking my plate up with me.
"Excuse me." I said, mom looked over to me a bit disappointed. "Marlie you haven't even touched your food." She told me, I looked down and tried to come up with a excuse to why I hadn't, besides the fact that it was repulsive and mom was a horrid cook.
"Um, I had a big lunch so I wasn't really in the mood for dinner." I told her, she seemed to buy this and nodded, I proceeded to the kitchen and cleaned off my plate, then threw it in the sink and headed towards my room.
"Night!" I called out before shutting my door, I slipped on some pajama pants and jumped into bed, my head hit the pillow and in a couple of minutes, I was asleep.
