History's Gonna Change (Marty Mcfly x OC)

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I had never left school so fast. Marty took his time with Jennifer as he walked her most of the way home, though from the audition I was fed up. We barely got to play, not only that but the sheer joy and delight on Needles face was taunting me to hit him. If I hadn't left when I did I probably would have pounced on him, gouging out his eyes, I did everyone a favour by sparing them from the gore. 

I groaned at the audacity of it all as I turned down Marty's street, the dull noise from my skateboard on the pavement was relaxing. Knowing my mother she was out till morning on a day shift at the hospital, and knowing her she also didn't clean up from the party I fled from last night as well. Which is exactly why I skated straight into the Mcfly's driveway and to the door. I kicked up my board and walked in, I called out a hello and set my things down in their usual spot in the doorway before heading to the kitchen. Since we were little, my mother pushed the idea of being good friends with the Mcflys, which no one ever minded. Our parents wer friends in high school, so once my mother realized they still lived in Hill Valley, the Mcfly residence has been my second home, maybe even first.

"Hey! It's me!" I called, checking the kitchen cabinet I found a peanut brittle stash belonging to Marty's father, George Mcfly. I took it down and brought it to the couch as I watched their television. About an hour later, and after George came out of his office room and gave me a smile, we were greeted with a short siren outside. Confused, I looked to George who sighed tiredly once he turned away from the window. Not a moment later Biff, his boss, bursted through the front door. 

"Mcfly! Jesus... Mcfly get your lousy butt over here!" I craned my neck from my lying position on the couch to see Biff annoyed, and pacing the entryway. Rolling my eyes I watch him turn to George in the kitchen and begin going off at the poor man. "You didn't wanna tell me about that blind spot? Huh Mcfly?" 

George didn't respond, he only seemed confused. "Goddamnit you Irish Bug... that's gonna cost a fortune!" The siren outside stopped, and I faintly heard the sound of a skateboard, carefully I sat up and put the peanut brittle on the coffee table as I watched Marty walk through the front door, stressed as ever. 

"I can't believe you lended me your car, without telling me it had a blind spot." Biff mused as he shook his head at the wall. Marty looked at the scene, then over to me as I mouthed 'I beat you here', he sighed with a hint of a smile.

"...Blind spot." George mumbled, seemingly not buying the story Biff laid out. 

Biff then turned to George as Marty stayed by the door and watched, "I could have been killed!" 

With that the smaller man sighed, "Now- now, Biff- now... I never noticed that- uh, there were any blind spots before when I would drive it." As Biff moved closer to George, it allowed the father to finally see his son was home, in which he sighed again. He hated when Marty saw him like this. "...Hi son..."

I'll give George credit, that probably as confrontational as that man will get. He told his view, though we all knew it would get nowhere with the other man in the room. "Wha- what are you blind Mcfly?" 

I glanced at Marty to see his disapproval as he stared at his father for being so submissive to Biff, he looked away from the two men to me where I waved him over to the couch with me, our favourite show was on; Stelar Skateout. He shook his head and stayed by the door. 

"Now Biff... can- can I assume, your-uh insurance is going to pay for the damage?" 

His boss scoffed, "My insurance? It's your car, your insurance should pay for it- hey! I wanna know whos gonna pay for this!" Biff lifted the end of his blazer to show George a stain. "I spilt beer all over when that car crashed into me. Who's gonna pay for my cleaning bill?"