Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Twelve || Night Shift

Amelia sighed as she entered the miniature diner, Cafe 50s, for her night shift. She didn't mind her job, the work was simple enough and the pay was good- but the nighttime shifts made her dread it every time. On almost every night shift she had, she would get the worst kinds of people- the druggies, the hookers, the homeless- you name it. And this particular morning of October 26th, 1985 was no different.

Around 3AM, entered a wide-eyed, crazy looking man with white hair sticking up all over the place, with a teenager who had a tired expression on his face and a bright, red vest. Amelia was slightly curious as to what they were doing at such an odd hour, with each other. At the same time, she didn't want to know.

Naturally though, Amelia refrained from saying anything, not wanting to cause a fuss. Instead, she decided to keep her mind focused on their order.

"Hello," she said, with a strained smile on her tired lips, "what can I get for y'all this lovely morning?"

"Two iced waters, please." The older man said, with a smile on his and rubbing eyes. "Could we please see the menu?"

"Two iced waters, got it." She said. "And oh, of course you may." She politely handed the menus to them, wanting to mentally slap her self for forgetting to give them the menus.

She headed off, and she could immediately as soon as she left the two began whispering in low voices. She couldn't make out much of what they were saying, but she did hear the words "terrorists", "plutonium", and "DeLorean". She didn't understand what any of it meant, but it sure sounded like something illegal. Not surprising, but still alerting...

Amelia finished pouring their glasses and handed it back over to them. "Have you decided on what you would like to have yet, or do you need more time?" She asked.

The young man grinned. "We'll take 6 flapjacks, please." He kindly said, handing over the menus. Amelia slightly raised her eyebrows in disbelief, surprised on how innocent he seemed. But soon, she quickly snapped back to reality and scribbled it down on her notebook.
"Okay." She smiled. "Is there anything else?"

"Nope, that's it," the young boy replied, nodding his head, "thank you."

Amelia nodded in response and went off to send their order to the chef. She tended to the other customers, but she still couldn't help but hear snippets of the odd duo's conversation.

"How- why would you rip off terrorists with plutonium?" The younger boy whispered-shouted. A few heads turned towards them and the older man shushed him loudly. "Oh, you're funny, Marty." The older man laughed, in an obvious way to dismiss his theory. The heads turned back around, but Amelia couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble they had been in tonight. Or the past few nights. She knew there were crazies in the diner all the time, and she wanted to believe that they were probably just druggies rambling on about crazy stuff.

But nevertheless.. she couldn't help but feel something different about them.

That there was something more, something she didn't know.

And she was going to find out.

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Edit: sorry this is extremely short, but I hope you guys enjoyed!