Five... six ...
‘Biff Tannen,’ she spat back, ‘I wouldn’t be your girl even if you had a million dollars!’
With that, she stomped on his foot.
Biff let go with a gasp, then Lorraine bashed him in the head with the dress box.
Lorraine and Babs quickly walked down the street.
Marty let out all the air he had been holding in. He was glad that was over.
Oh, shit! There was somebody else getting into the front seat of the car.
Marty ducked down quick, hoping he hadn't been noticed.
‘Oh yes, you will!’ Bill half-shouted, half-groaned through his pain. ‘It’s you and me, Lorraine! It’s meant to be! You’re gonna marry me someday. Lorraine! You’re gonna be my wife!’
Marty shivered as he thought about that other 1985, when Biff’s words had come true. He’d do almost anything to make sure that didn't happen again. But who had gotten into the car? Marty looked up at the driver’s seat, and saw a head of white hair.
It was Old Biff, from the future! This must be the moment they first met, when Old Biff gave his younger self the Sports Almanac!
‘You always did have a way with women,’ Old Biff cackled.
‘Hey!’ his younger self hollered. ‘Get the hell out of my car, old man!’
But Old Biff only laughed again.
‘You wanna marry that girl, Biff? I can help you make it happen.’
‘Yeah?’ Biff asked sarcastically. ‘Who are you, Miss Lonelyhearts?’
Old Biff sighed.
‘Get in the car, butthead,’ he ordered.
‘Who you callin’ butthead, butthead?' the young-ster shot back.
Marty heard the engine catch, then come to life with a roar. Old Biff must have started the car.
‘How’d you know how to do that?’ the younger Biff demanded. ‘Nobody can start my car except me.’
‘Just get in, Tannen,’ Old Biff ordered. ‘Today’s your lucky day.’
There was a moment’s silence, then the sound of footsteps, and a door opening and dosing. Tim teenager had decided to get into the car.
Old Biff eased the old Ford forward.
Marty let out a deep breath. So far, he thought, so good.
When he decided to hide in the back of Biff s roadster, he never guessed he would have both Biffs in the front seat. But, up ’til now at least, neither one of them had looked back. The way they were jawing up there now, Marty hoped they wouldn t have time to look at anything else.
A couple of minutes passed, then the car drove out of the sunlight and stopped. Old Biff turned off the engine. Marty looked up and saw rafters overhead. They must be in Biffs garage.
‘How’d you know where I live?’ the younger Biff demanded.
‘I know a lot about you. Biff,’ the older version replied smugly. ‘For example, I know you’d like to make a lot of money.’
‘Yeah, so?’ the teenager mumbled, obviously not impressed. ‘Who wouldn’t?’