Hey here we go again! Hope you're ready for a fun time because that is what I'm known for giving. I suggest if you're a first time reader to read the first one called Being Marty's best friend. It will make a lot of things clearer and a whole lot funnier. I mean how seriously annoying is it when people are laughing at something that someone wrote, you read it and it doesn't make sense. Well let's pray that doesn't happen to you because you would really be missing out. This is simply a repeat of the last chapter in Being Marty's best friend, just to remind you what's happening.
"How about a ride, Mister?" I joked walking up the sidewalk to Marty's new car.
"You are not gonna believe how my life has changed since George socked Biff" Marty replied.
"I bet it has" I laughed.
"What has yours?" Marty asked confused how I knew.
"Nope. But I knew that if we changed the past even a little it would change the future. Particularly yours" I admitted.
"And you didn't tell me?" Marty asked.
"Hey, what kind of a friend would I be if I didn't let you figure things out on your own" I laughed. Suddenly the trash cans near us went flying. Marty and me ducked as the delorain came soaring back.
There was Doc. He was wearing a sort of sun glasses over his eyes and he was wearing some pretty weird clothing.
"Abby, Marty you gotta come back with me.
"Where?" Marty asked ready for another adventure.
"Back to the future" Doc replied as if it was obvious.
"Oh, no Doc no! I am tired of time traveling! Do you even know what we had to go through the first time! Plus today I was going to get back with Brandon!" I cried.
"Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?" Marty asked as Doc began to empty the trash cans.
"I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car" Doc said.
"On the other hand Brandon is a jerk anyway" I admitted hopping in.
"Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something?" Marty asked.
"No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. Well, not quite fine. It's just there are a lot of things to fix. Especially, with your kids!" Doc yelled.
"What are you talking about Doc? Abby and I don't have kids!" Marty yelled.
"In the future you do" Doc said gesturing for Marty to hop in.
"Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don't have enough roads to get up to 88" I reminded him.
"Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads" Doc replied simply putting his sunglasses on as we whirled into the air…
R/r And there is your prologue…