Disclaimer: I would never own Back To The Future, sadly.
A/N: I have to change every chapter in this story since of the changes I`m making right now, so please be patient and understanding if a lot of these aren`t in order.
As soon as he had reached his house, it was already dark, since he had stopped by 7-11 to get a soda.
He then saw that the car had a blindspot, and went over to check it.
"License, California: Bravo Tango Delta Six-Two-Nine. Tow for impoundment. Any unit, please respond.." The radio had said.
"Perfect, just perfect." Marty said sarcastically, as he entered the house, unknowingly interrupting a conversation between Biff and his father, George McFly.
"I can`t believe you loaned me your car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could`ve been killed!" Biff said, starting an "arguement".
"Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I was driving it." George replied calmly.
Marty sighed rather loudly, as it wasn`t unsual for his father to try to avoid confrontation. His father must`ve heard him, since he turned to him and greeted without enthusiasm. "Hi, son."
"What are you blind, McFly? It`s there, how else do you explain that wreck out there?" Biff interrupted.
"Now Biff, um, can I, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?"
"My insurance? It`s your car, your insurance should pay for it. And hey, I wanna know who`s gonna pay for this." Biff argued, showing his spilled shirt. "I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who`s gonna pay my cleaning bill?"
"Uhh." George replied, looking down.
"And where`s my reports?" Biff demanded.
"Uh, well, I haven`t finished those up yet, but you know, I figured since they weren`t due till..."
"Hell, hello, anybody home?" Biff interrupted, pounding on George`s head. "Think, McFly, think! I gotta have time to get `em retyped. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting? I`ll get fired. Now you wouldn`t want that to happen, would you?"
When George didn`t answer, Biff grabbed George`s shirt and demanded, "Would you?"
"Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn`t want that to happen. Now, uh, I`ll finish those reports up tonight, and I`ll run them on over first thing tomorrow, all right?"
"Hey, not too early, I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe`s untied!" Biff yelled, causing George to look down, giving Biff an advantage to slap his face. "Don`t be so gullible, McFly."
He then walked over to the kitchen. "You got the place fixed up nice, McFly." He then opened the refrigerator, and ranted, "I have you`re car towed all the way to your house and all you`ve got for me is light beer?"
Biff then turned to leave, then saw Marty, and rudely asked, "What are you looking at, butthead?"
Marty didn`t answer, so just as casually, he just walked past him, then turned and added, "Say 'hi' to your mom for me."
Marty sighed again, wondering why Biff had always said these kind of things. But usually, he ignored it.
"I know what you`re gonna say, son, and you`re right, you`re right. But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I`m afraid I`m not very good at confrontations." George admitted, hesitantly.
"The car, Dad, I mean he wrecked it, he totalled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad. I mean, do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?" Marty complained.
"I know, and all I could say is, I`m sorry." Geoge replied, obviously not wanting to have to go through another confrontation.
Sighing, Marty just went to his room to listen to his CD`s, practice his guitar and call Jennifer, up until his mother called him for dinner.
"Marty, why must you always turn up the volume when you listen to CD`s? I mean, it`s not like you`re the only one living in this house!" His mother snapped to him as he sat down.
"Oh, come on, Mom, I think I need to listen to how some bands are, as least just enough to get me to be able to play like them." Marty argued. "But I`m not going to be playing in it anyways." he thought angrily.
"You mean after they rejected you, you still think about playing at the dance?" his sister Linda, asked.
"Don`t remind me." Marty growled back.
"Believe me, Marty, you`re better off not having to worry about all the aggravations and headaches of playing at that dance." George spoke up.
"He`s absolutely right, Marty, the last thing you need is headaches." Dave said, in agreement.
Marty rolled his eyes. Out of everyone, Dave was always the one to agree with his father first.
"Kids, we`re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, your Uncle Joey didn`t make parole again." Lorraine said, bringing a metal tray with frosting on it that read 'Welcome Home, Uncle Joey' with a bird and what looked to be, jail bars.
"I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line." she added.
"Uncle Jailbird Joey?" Marty asked, rudely.
"He`s your brother, Mom." Dave added.
"Yeah, I think it`s a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison." Linda agreed, even though not usually agreeing with her brothers.
"We all make mistakes in life, children." Lorraine defended.
"Damn it, I`m late!" Dave cursed, now standing up.
"David, watch your mouth! You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here." Lorraine said.
"Come on, Mom. Make it fast, I`ll miss my bus." Dave complained. Then turning to George, he kissed his hair and said, "Hey see you later, Pop. Whooo! Time to change that oil."
"Hey Marty, I`m not your answering service, but while you were outside pouting over the car, Jennifer Parker called you twice." Linda said.
"I don`t like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble." Lorraine complained.
"Oh Mom, there`s nothing wrong with calling a boy." Linda reassured.
"I think it`s terrible, girls chasing boys. When I was your age, I never chased a boy, called a boy, or...sat in a parked car with a boy." Lorraine argued.
"Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody?" Linda wondered.
"It will just happen, like the way I met your father."
"That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car." Linda said.
"It was meant to be, anyway, if Grandpa hadn`t hit him, then none of you would have been born."
"Yeah, well, I still don`t understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street."
"What was it, George? Bird watching?" Lorraine asked.
George, startled, asked, "What Lorraine, what?!"
Lorraine sighed as she got another glass of Vodka, and ignored him. "Anyway, your 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."
"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'."
"No, no, it was 'The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance'. Our first date, or was it the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George?"
George looked up silently, and didn`t answer.
"Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then, that I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him." Lorraine finished.
After dinner, it was already 9, so Marty decided to go over his notes for his History exam on Tuesday, but he fell asleep anyway.
He then heard his phone ring. He yawned and looked at the clock. It was 12:28, with the song 'Time Bomb Town' by Lindsey Buckingham.
"Hello?" He tiredly asked.
"Marty, you didn`t fall asleep, did you?"
It was surely Doc on the phone.
"Uh Doc? Uh no, don`t be silly." Marty lied.
"LIsten, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall?" Doc asked.
"Um, yeah, I`m on my way."
Marty stretches, grabs his red vest and skateboard, and heads over to Doc`s house.
As soon as he reaches Doc`s house, he quickly finds his video camera on his desk.
He sees that Doc`s desk is scattered with papers everywhere, and he mutters to himself, "Gee Doc, time to clean the old garage." With that, he quickly grabs his skateboard, and skateboards to Twin Pines Mall.