History's Gonna Change (Marty Mcfly x OC)

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(unedited)

No one should know us in 1955 right? That makes no sense. So why had this guy come in with Marty's name coming off his tongue? My face scrunched and I looked to Marty who had an expression I can only describe as surprise and disbelief.

"What do you think you're doing?" The guy asked, walking towards us. His guys follow behind him as the girl stays more near the door. She looked familiar too.

"Biff..." Marty blinked at the boy in front, and everything fell into place all at once. From the timid boy eating cereal to the bully standing in front of us. 

I looked at Marty. "So that means he's-" 

"Hey, I'm talking to you Mcfly you Irish bug!" Biff stormed over to the boy next to Marty and when he finally turned around there we saw George Mcfly. I called Biff attractive? Ew!

"Oh hey Biff, hey guys. How's it going..." He mumbled taking a bite of cereal. Jesus, it was obvious George had never been good with Biff, even now he's even more timid and nervous than before. 

I looked to Marty who was staring at his father like he had four eyes. I smacked his shoulder but he didn't budge. I sighed and my gaze fell back onto the girl by the door. She was filing the sides of her cleanly done nails, while chewing on some gum. Much like how I expected a typical 50's punk girl. 

"Did you get my homework finished Mcfly?" I heard Biff's loud voice from beside me but for some reason I couldn't put my finger on why that girl looked so familiar. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of Biff's henchmen look back at her and stifle a laugh as she began laughing with him, probably at George. 

"Ah, well, actually I figured since it wasn't due till Monday-" Biff grabbed George into a headlock and started knocking on his head. Deja vu.

"Hello, Hello, anybody home? Hey? Think Mcfly, think. I've gotta have time to recopy." Somethings never change Jesus. "Do you have any idea what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school, you wouldn't want that the happen now would ya?"

Would ya? I can hear him now, the girl walked over to Biff and looked over his arm, amused to watch George fumble for an answer. Her dirty blonde hair put up in a fancy updo, a matching light blue pencil skirt and blazer, almost something like my mom would wear. My mom... oh.

"Would ya?" Biff grumbled in his face and again George had no time responding this time. 

"No... no..." Biff's voice faded off as his gaze somehow shifted to the stunned Marty in the seat over. "What are you looking at butthead?" 

Marty just sat there. He was baffled almost like a little kid. I nudged him. "Uh, Marty? Answer please!" I whispered.

Nothing. My friend sat there. Suddenly the goon standing closest to Marty grabbed his vest. "Hey check out this kids life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown!" They all laugh. 

It was foreign seeing guys pick on Marty so easily normally he'd have something to say back. "It's clearly just a vest idiot." I mumbled and looked to the goon who said it. "And why chew on a toothpick, shit stuck in your teeth?"

"Who the hell are you?" Toothpick frowned at me and punched his fist into his opposite hand, he looked up at my hair. "Ha! That thing is no better, where'd you find the little tutu?" 

The guy chuckled, gaining a chuckle from the others as well, but I watched Donna step over and look at it herself, she felt it and mumbled. "Mmm I think it's pretty cute, where'd you get it?"