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Times all relative

Chapter Five: Back to the Future I: Young Biff, and the Baines family

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November 5th, 1955, Lou's Café

"Biff?" Marty whispered.

"What do you think you're doing? Hey, I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug," Biff shouted, moving towards the boy I'd been sitting next to.

I turned and looked at the boy and was shocked to realize that it was a young George. Holy shit! I've met Marty's dad before, but he was older then. Seeing him looking this young is just weird. The boy, George, turned to Biff, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Oh, hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?" George stuttered.

"Hey, you got my homework finished, McFly?" Biff questioned.

"Uh… well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday…"

Biff shook his head and started hitting George on the head as if he was knocking on a door.

"Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you…" George seemed to think about that for a second and Biff grabbed him by his shirt, "Would you?"

"Now, of course not, Biff, I wouldn't want that to happen," George denied.

It was obvious to me that he would love for Biff to get kicked out of the school.

"No, well what are you looking at butthead?" Biff questioned, glancing over at Marty.

"Hey Biff, get a load of this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown," One of Biff's friends mocked, pointing at Marty's vest.

Shit man, Biff's even more of an ass as a kid!

"How about my homework, McFly?" Biff questioned, turning back to George.

"Uh, well, Biff, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning," George replied.

"Hey not too early I sleep in Sundays. Oh! McFly, your shoe's untied," George glanced down at his shoes and Biff flicked his nose, "Don't be so gullible, McFly. I don't wanna see you in here again."

"Yeah, all right, bye-bye," George muttered, turning back to the counter.

As Biff was turning to leave he caught sight of me and smirked.

"Well hello there," He exclaimed, smirking at me.

I groaned, rolled my eyes, and turned back to face the counter.

"Not even in your dreams buddy," I growled.

I'd met grown up Biff plenty of times, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I heard him scoff and walk out of the café. I glanced over at Marty to see him still staring at George looking like he was having an out of body experience. Then again, I'd probably have the same look on my face if I came face to face with a younger version of my mother…

Oh shit! Mom is sixteen in 1955, and best friends with George McFly! Oh, holy shit, she lives with Uncle Em. Oh, shit I'm gonna run into her at some point. Oh, this is heavy! I haven't seen my mom since I was about five, and now I'm going to probably meet her before she ever had me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the conversation going on around me, until Marty grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the café. I was yanked around the side of the café and I noticed George riding off on his bike down the street.

"Shit. Hey Da… George! Hey, you on the bike!" Marty shouted, pulling me down the street.

I was still reeling from my realization that I'd be coming face to face with my mom at some point, that I allowed Marty to just drag me down the street. I snapped out of it when we came to a stop next to a tree with a bike leaned against it. I glanced around looking for George but didn't see him.

"He's a peeping tom." Marty muttered, staring up at the tree.

I glanced up to see George on a branch with a pair of binoculars, looking into a window, where a young woman was changing clothes. George scooted farther out on the branch and suddenly lost his balance and fell. He landed on his feet in the middle of the street just as a car was coming down the street.

"Dad!" Marty shouted, rushing out into the street.

"Marty wait!" I exclaimed, reaching out for him.

I missed his arm by a hair, and Marty quickly pushed George out of the way of the car just in time. Unfortunately, this caused Marty to get hit by the car, sending him flying backwards. He hit the pavement, and I heard his head smack against the ground.

"Marty!" I shouted, rushing to his side.

He glanced up at me, his eyes hazy, then passed out. Shit! What the hell do I do now? I could feel tears streaming down my face as I pulled Marty's head into my lap. The driver of the car appeared next to me and he muttered something under his breath.

"Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here, help me take him in the house!" The man shouted.

I ran my fingers through Marty's hair, and as I got to the back of his head I could feel a large bump forming where he'd hit his head on the pavement. I sniffled and whipped the tears off my face.

"It's all right miss, we'll get him into the house, and get him fixed up. He'll be all right," The man assured, patting me awkwardly on the shoulder.

A woman came out of the house across the street and helped me and the man get Marty into their house. I helped the two adults, who I'd found out where actually Marty's mom's parents, get Marty up a set of stairs and into a bedroom at the back of the hall. Stella looked Marty over, then assured me once more that he'd be fine. Then she lead me out of the room and to another room and told me to lie down and get some rest.

I must have looked a mess honestly, what with my tear stained face, rumpled clothes, and the bruise forming around my hair line where I'd hit my head in the DeLorean earlier today. I let my head fall back onto the bed, and sighed. Today had been one hell of a day so far, and long as hell. God, Time travel, and to think I was excited about the idea of it at first! I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew I was being woken up by a shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"Lorraine, are you up there?"

I groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I glanced over at the clock and realized that I'd been asleep for several hours. I climbed out of the bed and made my way out into the hallway and almost ran right into Marty.

"Marty! You're awake!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him.

I felt his arms circle around me, and he pulled me closer to him. We were interrupted by Ms. Baines telling us that dinner was ready. We followed her down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"So, tell me Marty, how long have you been in port?" Mrs. Baines asked, smiling sweetly at us.

"Excuse me?" Marty replied, sounding confused.

I groaned and shook my head. I love that vest he wears but man it's not a good fashion choice for 1955!

"I guess you're a sailor, that's why you wear that life preserver," Mrs. Baines explained.

"Uhh… Coast guard," Marty muttered.

"Sam. Here's the young man you hit with your car out there, he's all right, thank god," Mrs. Baines stated as we walked past Mr. Baines.

Mr. Baines was fiddling with a tv, but he stopped for a second to glance up at us.

"What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?" Mr. Baines questioned, obviously miffed.

"Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods. Sam, you quit fiddling with that thing, come in here and eat your dinner. Now let's see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey," Mrs. Baines introduced.

Marty turned towards the playpen and bent down so he was eye leave with the baby.

"So, you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid," Marty muttered, smirking.

I giggled at this. I'd never met Marty's uncle before, but I'd heard all about him from both Marty and his siblings.

"Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. He cries whenever we take him out, so we just leave him in there all the time," Mrs. Baines set out a couple plates on the table then glanced up at us, "Marty, Andie, I hope you like meatloaf."

"Well, I really…"

Marty was cut off by Lorraine shoving a chair towards him, causing him to fall back into the chair.

"You can sit next to me Calvin… Marty," Lorraine stated, batting her eyes at him.

Calvin? The hell? Why did she call him Calvin? I sat down on the opposite side of Marty, as I eyed Lorraine as she continued to make goo goo eyes at Marty. Suddenly Mr. Baines rolled the tv over to the table and set it right next to me.

"Look at it roll. Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat," Mr. Baines exclaimed excitedly.

"Our first television set. Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?" Lorraine asked, scooting her chair closer to Marty.

Oh lord, she's flirting with Marty! She's flirting with her future son! I just might hurl!

"Well yeah, you know we have…" Marty glanced over at Lorraine for a second, his face going red, "Two of them."

"Wow, you must be rich," Milton exclaimed, smiling at us.

"Oh honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets," Mrs. Baines said, smirking.

I glanced over at the tv for a second to see Ralph dressed up like a space man.

"Hey, I've seen this one…"

I gently elbowed Marty in the side.

"What he means is we love this show," I cut in, giving young Milton a small smile.

Marty looked over at me questioningly and I leaned closer to him, so I could whisper in his ear.

"This episode is brand new for them, there won't be reruns for a while."

He nodded his head at this. Lorraine eyed me for a second, but then went back to fawning over Marty. I felt like throwing up at the sight.

"You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?" Mrs. Baines asked.

I stifled a laugh as Marty looked over at Lorraine then back at Ms. Baines.

"Yeah, I think maybe you do," Marty muttered.

"Oh, then I wanna give her a call I don't want her to worry about you," Mrs. Baines stated.

"You can't, uh, that is, uh, nobody's… nobody's home," Marty exclaimed.

"Oh," Mrs. Baines said, frowning.

"Uh, listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?" Marty asked, pulling out the phone book page from earlier.

"It's the other end of town, a block past Maple, east end of town," Mr. Baines stated, not looking away from the tv.

"A block passed Maple, that's John F. Kennedy Drive," Marty uttered.

I groaned, and gently elbowed Marty once more.

"Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?" Mr. Baines questioned, looking over at Marty.

"They have renamed it that yet," I whispered, leaning towards Marty once more.

"Oh," He murmured.

"Mother, with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he otta spend the night? I mean, after all, dad almost killed him with the car," Lorraine exclaimed suddenly, once more scooting her chair closer to Marty's.

"That's true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility," Mrs. Baines replied, nodding her head.

"And he could sleep in my room," Lorraine whispered, glancing longingly at Marty.

I saw her hand slid towards Marty's leg, and I quickly jumped up and pulled Marty from his seat.

"Oh, that's not necessary. My uncle is letting Marty stay with him while Marty's parents are away. We should probably get over there before he starts worrying about us," I stated, pulling Marty out of the house.

This day just kept getting weirder and weirder by the second. First, we see my uncle get killed by Libyans, then we get sent back to 1955, then Marty's own mother starts flirting with him! I wish I could just close my eyes and wake up back in our time.

"Come on, let's go see if we can find my uncle," I whispered, pulling Marty down the street.

"God that was awkward, did you see how my mom was acting?" Marty questioned, shuddering.

I nodded my head and pulled him into a quick kiss.

"We'll find my uncle, and he'll help us get back to our time, and everything will be fine," I stated.

He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. We stood there for a moment, before pulling away from each other and walking down the street…

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this chapter, so review and let me know what you think!