Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future; that belongs to Universal
Pictures. I only own the story line (The parts that don't coincide with the
movies.) The idea of writing about Doc's daughter is not mine either.
Amanda is mine and so is Chris. That's it.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. The reviewers keep me writing. And I need criticism.
I stood on the upper level of my father's converted garage. I heard the front door shut, but I kept my feet planted squarely on the wood floor two steps up from the rest of the house. I took notice of footsteps approaching me from behind and leaned against the wooden support beam. I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist and turned around to find Marty McFly, my father's incredibly charming and gorgeous teenage friend and assistant. He reached up and put his hand on my face. He spoke as a smile appeared on his face.
"I've loved you since the first second I saw you." A smile appeared on my face too and Marty put his hands back on my waist. He picked me up and lowered me down to the lower level, twirling as he brought me down. He sat my feet on the ground, our places switched from what they were before. I slipped my arms around his warm neck and he tightened his grip around my waist. He leaned in towards me and stared into my eyes.
"What about Jennifer?" I asked, slowly leaning in to him.
"Jennifer who?" He asked, our noses touching. I leaned up against the wall and put my fingers through Marty's belt loops. I pulled him against me and our lips met in the sweetest kiss I have ever experienced in the seventeen years of my life. In the height of our passion, my hip hit the stereo and my favorite song came over the radio. I ran my hands up and down Marty's back as we made out to the sound of Huey Lewis and The News singing 'The Power of Love.'
I groaned and opened one eye. I rolled across the bed and slammed my fist down on the alarm clock and I pulled the covers over my head. But my father quickly pulled them down to my waist.
"Amanda, you're going to be late for school!" My father's dark brown eyes were full of concern. He had his lab coat thrown over his clothes and I could tell that he hadn't bothered to comb his insanely out of control white head of hair.
I was the daughter of Dr. Emmitt L. Brown, the most brilliant man in the town of Hill Valley. And I'm not just saying that because I'm his flesh and blood. He's been spending the past five days fine-tuning his time machine. Yes, that's right, TIME MACHINE. He knew I was a heavy sleeper so, every morning, he came in and woke me up. I could never be late for school, such an important stage in my life.
School and education was tremendously important to my father. It also was to my mother.for a while. When I was a baby, she got tired of my father's genius qualities and abnormal eccentrics. My mother left us when I was eighteen months old. I do hear from her, every year on my birthday and Christmas. I don't actually hear her, either. She usually just sends me a card with some pictures and a gift.
Apparently she had somehow become wealthy because she sent me a DeLorean for my birthday. A DeLorean. Which made me think that it was something that I hadn't seen in a while. My father had asked to borrow it for a few days about eight days ago. I was getting tired of riding with him to school every day. I'd have to ask him about it at breakfast.
My dad made me some bacon and toast as I took a shower. I put on a pair of legging-tight jeans and a white shirt. I threw on a black vest and a denim jacket over it. My father and I ate bacon and toast sandwiches and washed them down with orange juice. I fluffed my naturally thick and wavy hair and threw on two coats of mascara. I grabbed my backpack from the table and walked out of the house. My dad and I jumped into his van. He dropped me off two blocks from the school and took off in the opposite direction to work on the time machine. I wasn't allowed to see it until tonight at the Twin Pines Mall. I hoped Marty would be there.
I ran up the stairs of Hill Valley High School and put my books into my locker, but kept out my history book and notebook. I opened the door to the classroom just as the warning bell rang. I sat in front of the seat that was usually empty at this time of the day and diagonally from Jennifer Parker. Jennifer was Marty's girlfriend of one and a half years. Possibly, Marty wasn't attracted to me because I was his best friend's daughter. Or possibly it was because I wasn't exactly the most normal teenager in school. But I was not a nerd.
I WAS NOT a nerd. I hung out with the football players and went to the keg parties. I drank and I had done drugs. But I hadn't had sex. And I was incredibly smart (Thanks Dad!) That is possibly why I wasn't the epitome of popularity.
But I still didn't understand Marty's choice. It was odd how alike Jennifer and I were. We both had hair that deserved a magazine cover, except mine was blonde and hers was brown. We both had a 4.0 and were contenders for valedictorian. Two months ago, we had the same morals, but she changed them and had sex with Marty. I don't blame her. I'd do it with Marty. In a heartbeat. In a fraction of a heartbeat.
The final bell rang and Marty and Jennifer weren't in class. An hour after class started, Marty walked in class followed by Jennifer and Strickland. I assumed that he caught them making out in a closet, but the pink slip in Marty's hand disproved that theory.
After class, Marty came over to my locker. This didn't surprise me. We were great friends. So were Jennifer and I, although I always wanted her boyfriend. He leaned against the tan metal of the lockers.
"Any idea why your dad wants me to be at the mall at 1:15 AM?" I shook my head.
"You'll have to wait and find out." I shut my locker and started walking towards chemistry when Marty grabbed my arm. My nervous system went into overload and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I knew I must have been blushing. I turned around.
"Can you at least tell me where the hell he's been this past week?" I put my finger under his chin and leaned in towards him until our noses were almost touching. I could tell he was thinking of stepping back.
"Working." I whispered and turned around, continuing on to class. I had a smile on my face all day. I had never been that intimate with Marty except in my dreams. I was looking forward to 4th block. Marty and I were partners for a project in English.
It was Friday, so my classes went by exceptionally fast. Fourth block came so quickly. Our teacher gave us the last half hour of class to work on the project that would be 50% of our final grade. I sat down next to Marty and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"What?"
"In the hallway before second block." I shrugged and laughed it off. Marty looked at me strangely and then we began to work on our project. The end of the class came before we knew it and just as Marty walked out of the classroom, I grabbed his arm. He turned around.
"Good luck on your audition, McFly." I loved to call him McFly. He laughed.
"Thanks." He replied and took off towards his locker. I had time to spare, so I watched him open his locker and pull out his skateboard. He slammed his locker shut and ran down the hallway, skateboard under one arm. I got my chemistry and my history book and put them into my backpack. I was walking down the hall and caught the eye of my 'boyfriend', Christopher Jackson, the offensive linebacker for our school football team.
He gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek.
"Need a ride home baby?" He asked, squeezing my arm. I nodded. He shut his locker and escorted me towards his red Camero parked in the school parking lot.
Ours was a complicated relationship. I wasn't even sure if it was a relationship. We had dated in the past, and we had never really grown apart. He was polite, and charming and gorgeous; but he wasn't Marty. Many people in school thought that we were 'an item' but nothing was said about this, until I was three blocks from home.
"Amanda, you know people think we're together, right?" He looked over at me as he pulled up to a stop sign. I mentally groaned. Why did he have to bring this up?
"Yeah." I said, dreading what he was going to say.
"Do you want to get back together with me?" SHIT! I looked down into my lap as Christopher pulled up in front of my house. I opened the door and I was about to step out, but he put his arm around my waist and pulled me back into the car. He leaned across me and shut the door of the car. I looked back down in my lap and he tipped my head up with his chin. I looked at him and he was staring at me expectantly.
"There is someone else." I said to him and watched the light disappear from his eyes. And I saw the puppy dog quality in the handsome man that I had fallen in love with.
"Do I know him?" I was glad that I wasn't completely obvious about my crush.
"I'll see you Monday." I said, about to open the car door again. He locked the doors.
"Who the hell is it?" He looked at me, confused and angry.
"Why?" He put his hand on my face.
"Because I want you." And truthfully, now that I was alone with him (that and the fact that I'd never have Marty), I wanted him too. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. He retreated from my lips and planted sweet kisses along the inside of my neck. I opened my eyes in just enough time to see Marty skate by on the back of a slow-moving police car. Our eyes met for a split second as Chris tried to unbutton my vest, but he looked away seemingly uncomfortable.
I pulled away from Chris, grabbed my backpack, unlocked and opened the door in one swift movement. I got out of the car.
"I.I.just can't." He grabbed his steering wheel and stared at the street. He caught a glimpse of Marty on the back of the police car.
"It's McFly, isn't it?" I shut the door of the car, but the window was rolled down. "Fuck! It IS McFly! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. I swear to God. Jesus Christ Amanda!" I was walking up to my house, but I could still hear him. I heard the car door slam and I hurried to my house, but I didn't get there fast enough. Chris ran in front of me and stood in front of the door.
"Chris, please move." He put his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off.
"Why him? Why McFly?" I didn't answer him. "Amanda, he's got someone." I looked up at him. "And you deserve to have someone too." I pushed Chris aside and opened the door. I shut it in his face. He tried to open the door, but I locked it. He left. I walked over and put my backpack on the counter. I grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge and heard someone calling me in the living room. I walked past my father's amplifier. It had overloaded and was probably the work of Marty.
"Amanda!" I saw that Chris had his head through the window. I walked over to him and pushed his head out of the opening. I shut the window quickly. I ran around and closed and locked all of the windows. I even went to the front door and quickly removed the key from under the mat. I sat at the counter and did all my homework for the weekend. It took me about a half an hour.
When I was finished, I sat down on my bed, curled into a ball and sobbed. I cried until the phone rang, when I quieted down and let the answering machine get it. I immediately heard Chris's voice on the machine.
"Amanda. I really want to talk about this with you. Please. Amanda, I LOVE YOU." I picked up the phone.
"Chris, leave me alone, and don't call again." He tried to interrupt me.
"Amanda.please just listen to me.wait...no please don't hang." I took the phone away from my ear and was about to hang up, but for some reason, I decided not to.
"You've got one minute, Chris. Go."
"Amanda. I love you. I've always loved you and if it was up to me, we would have never have broken up. I want you to be my girlfriend. You're so beautiful and smart. You're talented and you're an amazing person. I don't know what I'd do without you." He was starting to ramble on. "You have the power to make or brake my day, and that's kind of scary, but I just want to be with you."
"Time's up."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Leave Marty alone."
"Date me."
"What?"
"Date me and I'll leave McFly alone." I don't know why, but his aggressive behavior made me even more interested in him. But not enough to date him. Or was it enough?
"No." Marty was a tough, smaller, but tough guy. He could hold his own. "But I will consider dating you again, if you give me some time to think!" I could hear him smiling.
"What changed your mind?"
"The one minute you had to plead your case. No one has ever complemented me like that before. And I guess what you said about Marty having someone."
"Want me to call back later?"
"No. I've made up my mind."
"Yeah?" I could hear him quietly gulping down his saliva on the other end.
"Chris, you're an amazing person and a great friend. There is potential for it to go further. And I want it to." I smiled, and I could tell Chris was too. "You have to realize I still love Marty. I might always love Marty deep down. I don't know how long it will take for me to love you the way I love him. But it WILL happen."
"Listen, I have to go to practice. Amanda, I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Like you love Marty?"
"No. And Chris, if you tell anyone that I have the hots for McFly, we're over, understand?"
He laughed. "I'll call you tomorrow."
We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up the phone. The message he left before I interrupted him was immediately erased. I went to the freezer, still feeling terrible about my decision. I grabbed the chocolate ice cream and taped to the carton was a note. It was in Marty's handwriting and read:
Knew you loved chocolate. Sorry about the amp.
Love Marty.
Love Marty! Perhaps, he was being overly kind because he ruined my father's equipment. Maybe he loved me. Maybe we had a chance. And maybe Chris and I shouldn't be together.
A/N: How'd you like it? Well, I have tennis practice everyday and schoolwork, so I can only promise an update once a week.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW. The reviewers keep me writing. And I need criticism.
I stood on the upper level of my father's converted garage. I heard the front door shut, but I kept my feet planted squarely on the wood floor two steps up from the rest of the house. I took notice of footsteps approaching me from behind and leaned against the wooden support beam. I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist and turned around to find Marty McFly, my father's incredibly charming and gorgeous teenage friend and assistant. He reached up and put his hand on my face. He spoke as a smile appeared on his face.
"I've loved you since the first second I saw you." A smile appeared on my face too and Marty put his hands back on my waist. He picked me up and lowered me down to the lower level, twirling as he brought me down. He sat my feet on the ground, our places switched from what they were before. I slipped my arms around his warm neck and he tightened his grip around my waist. He leaned in towards me and stared into my eyes.
"What about Jennifer?" I asked, slowly leaning in to him.
"Jennifer who?" He asked, our noses touching. I leaned up against the wall and put my fingers through Marty's belt loops. I pulled him against me and our lips met in the sweetest kiss I have ever experienced in the seventeen years of my life. In the height of our passion, my hip hit the stereo and my favorite song came over the radio. I ran my hands up and down Marty's back as we made out to the sound of Huey Lewis and The News singing 'The Power of Love.'
I groaned and opened one eye. I rolled across the bed and slammed my fist down on the alarm clock and I pulled the covers over my head. But my father quickly pulled them down to my waist.
"Amanda, you're going to be late for school!" My father's dark brown eyes were full of concern. He had his lab coat thrown over his clothes and I could tell that he hadn't bothered to comb his insanely out of control white head of hair.
I was the daughter of Dr. Emmitt L. Brown, the most brilliant man in the town of Hill Valley. And I'm not just saying that because I'm his flesh and blood. He's been spending the past five days fine-tuning his time machine. Yes, that's right, TIME MACHINE. He knew I was a heavy sleeper so, every morning, he came in and woke me up. I could never be late for school, such an important stage in my life.
School and education was tremendously important to my father. It also was to my mother.for a while. When I was a baby, she got tired of my father's genius qualities and abnormal eccentrics. My mother left us when I was eighteen months old. I do hear from her, every year on my birthday and Christmas. I don't actually hear her, either. She usually just sends me a card with some pictures and a gift.
Apparently she had somehow become wealthy because she sent me a DeLorean for my birthday. A DeLorean. Which made me think that it was something that I hadn't seen in a while. My father had asked to borrow it for a few days about eight days ago. I was getting tired of riding with him to school every day. I'd have to ask him about it at breakfast.
My dad made me some bacon and toast as I took a shower. I put on a pair of legging-tight jeans and a white shirt. I threw on a black vest and a denim jacket over it. My father and I ate bacon and toast sandwiches and washed them down with orange juice. I fluffed my naturally thick and wavy hair and threw on two coats of mascara. I grabbed my backpack from the table and walked out of the house. My dad and I jumped into his van. He dropped me off two blocks from the school and took off in the opposite direction to work on the time machine. I wasn't allowed to see it until tonight at the Twin Pines Mall. I hoped Marty would be there.
I ran up the stairs of Hill Valley High School and put my books into my locker, but kept out my history book and notebook. I opened the door to the classroom just as the warning bell rang. I sat in front of the seat that was usually empty at this time of the day and diagonally from Jennifer Parker. Jennifer was Marty's girlfriend of one and a half years. Possibly, Marty wasn't attracted to me because I was his best friend's daughter. Or possibly it was because I wasn't exactly the most normal teenager in school. But I was not a nerd.
I WAS NOT a nerd. I hung out with the football players and went to the keg parties. I drank and I had done drugs. But I hadn't had sex. And I was incredibly smart (Thanks Dad!) That is possibly why I wasn't the epitome of popularity.
But I still didn't understand Marty's choice. It was odd how alike Jennifer and I were. We both had hair that deserved a magazine cover, except mine was blonde and hers was brown. We both had a 4.0 and were contenders for valedictorian. Two months ago, we had the same morals, but she changed them and had sex with Marty. I don't blame her. I'd do it with Marty. In a heartbeat. In a fraction of a heartbeat.
The final bell rang and Marty and Jennifer weren't in class. An hour after class started, Marty walked in class followed by Jennifer and Strickland. I assumed that he caught them making out in a closet, but the pink slip in Marty's hand disproved that theory.
After class, Marty came over to my locker. This didn't surprise me. We were great friends. So were Jennifer and I, although I always wanted her boyfriend. He leaned against the tan metal of the lockers.
"Any idea why your dad wants me to be at the mall at 1:15 AM?" I shook my head.
"You'll have to wait and find out." I shut my locker and started walking towards chemistry when Marty grabbed my arm. My nervous system went into overload and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I knew I must have been blushing. I turned around.
"Can you at least tell me where the hell he's been this past week?" I put my finger under his chin and leaned in towards him until our noses were almost touching. I could tell he was thinking of stepping back.
"Working." I whispered and turned around, continuing on to class. I had a smile on my face all day. I had never been that intimate with Marty except in my dreams. I was looking forward to 4th block. Marty and I were partners for a project in English.
It was Friday, so my classes went by exceptionally fast. Fourth block came so quickly. Our teacher gave us the last half hour of class to work on the project that would be 50% of our final grade. I sat down next to Marty and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"What?"
"In the hallway before second block." I shrugged and laughed it off. Marty looked at me strangely and then we began to work on our project. The end of the class came before we knew it and just as Marty walked out of the classroom, I grabbed his arm. He turned around.
"Good luck on your audition, McFly." I loved to call him McFly. He laughed.
"Thanks." He replied and took off towards his locker. I had time to spare, so I watched him open his locker and pull out his skateboard. He slammed his locker shut and ran down the hallway, skateboard under one arm. I got my chemistry and my history book and put them into my backpack. I was walking down the hall and caught the eye of my 'boyfriend', Christopher Jackson, the offensive linebacker for our school football team.
He gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek.
"Need a ride home baby?" He asked, squeezing my arm. I nodded. He shut his locker and escorted me towards his red Camero parked in the school parking lot.
Ours was a complicated relationship. I wasn't even sure if it was a relationship. We had dated in the past, and we had never really grown apart. He was polite, and charming and gorgeous; but he wasn't Marty. Many people in school thought that we were 'an item' but nothing was said about this, until I was three blocks from home.
"Amanda, you know people think we're together, right?" He looked over at me as he pulled up to a stop sign. I mentally groaned. Why did he have to bring this up?
"Yeah." I said, dreading what he was going to say.
"Do you want to get back together with me?" SHIT! I looked down into my lap as Christopher pulled up in front of my house. I opened the door and I was about to step out, but he put his arm around my waist and pulled me back into the car. He leaned across me and shut the door of the car. I looked back down in my lap and he tipped my head up with his chin. I looked at him and he was staring at me expectantly.
"There is someone else." I said to him and watched the light disappear from his eyes. And I saw the puppy dog quality in the handsome man that I had fallen in love with.
"Do I know him?" I was glad that I wasn't completely obvious about my crush.
"I'll see you Monday." I said, about to open the car door again. He locked the doors.
"Who the hell is it?" He looked at me, confused and angry.
"Why?" He put his hand on my face.
"Because I want you." And truthfully, now that I was alone with him (that and the fact that I'd never have Marty), I wanted him too. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. He retreated from my lips and planted sweet kisses along the inside of my neck. I opened my eyes in just enough time to see Marty skate by on the back of a slow-moving police car. Our eyes met for a split second as Chris tried to unbutton my vest, but he looked away seemingly uncomfortable.
I pulled away from Chris, grabbed my backpack, unlocked and opened the door in one swift movement. I got out of the car.
"I.I.just can't." He grabbed his steering wheel and stared at the street. He caught a glimpse of Marty on the back of the police car.
"It's McFly, isn't it?" I shut the door of the car, but the window was rolled down. "Fuck! It IS McFly! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. I swear to God. Jesus Christ Amanda!" I was walking up to my house, but I could still hear him. I heard the car door slam and I hurried to my house, but I didn't get there fast enough. Chris ran in front of me and stood in front of the door.
"Chris, please move." He put his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off.
"Why him? Why McFly?" I didn't answer him. "Amanda, he's got someone." I looked up at him. "And you deserve to have someone too." I pushed Chris aside and opened the door. I shut it in his face. He tried to open the door, but I locked it. He left. I walked over and put my backpack on the counter. I grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge and heard someone calling me in the living room. I walked past my father's amplifier. It had overloaded and was probably the work of Marty.
"Amanda!" I saw that Chris had his head through the window. I walked over to him and pushed his head out of the opening. I shut the window quickly. I ran around and closed and locked all of the windows. I even went to the front door and quickly removed the key from under the mat. I sat at the counter and did all my homework for the weekend. It took me about a half an hour.
When I was finished, I sat down on my bed, curled into a ball and sobbed. I cried until the phone rang, when I quieted down and let the answering machine get it. I immediately heard Chris's voice on the machine.
"Amanda. I really want to talk about this with you. Please. Amanda, I LOVE YOU." I picked up the phone.
"Chris, leave me alone, and don't call again." He tried to interrupt me.
"Amanda.please just listen to me.wait...no please don't hang." I took the phone away from my ear and was about to hang up, but for some reason, I decided not to.
"You've got one minute, Chris. Go."
"Amanda. I love you. I've always loved you and if it was up to me, we would have never have broken up. I want you to be my girlfriend. You're so beautiful and smart. You're talented and you're an amazing person. I don't know what I'd do without you." He was starting to ramble on. "You have the power to make or brake my day, and that's kind of scary, but I just want to be with you."
"Time's up."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Leave Marty alone."
"Date me."
"What?"
"Date me and I'll leave McFly alone." I don't know why, but his aggressive behavior made me even more interested in him. But not enough to date him. Or was it enough?
"No." Marty was a tough, smaller, but tough guy. He could hold his own. "But I will consider dating you again, if you give me some time to think!" I could hear him smiling.
"What changed your mind?"
"The one minute you had to plead your case. No one has ever complemented me like that before. And I guess what you said about Marty having someone."
"Want me to call back later?"
"No. I've made up my mind."
"Yeah?" I could hear him quietly gulping down his saliva on the other end.
"Chris, you're an amazing person and a great friend. There is potential for it to go further. And I want it to." I smiled, and I could tell Chris was too. "You have to realize I still love Marty. I might always love Marty deep down. I don't know how long it will take for me to love you the way I love him. But it WILL happen."
"Listen, I have to go to practice. Amanda, I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Like you love Marty?"
"No. And Chris, if you tell anyone that I have the hots for McFly, we're over, understand?"
He laughed. "I'll call you tomorrow."
We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up the phone. The message he left before I interrupted him was immediately erased. I went to the freezer, still feeling terrible about my decision. I grabbed the chocolate ice cream and taped to the carton was a note. It was in Marty's handwriting and read:
Knew you loved chocolate. Sorry about the amp.
Love Marty.
Love Marty! Perhaps, he was being overly kind because he ruined my father's equipment. Maybe he loved me. Maybe we had a chance. And maybe Chris and I shouldn't be together.
A/N: How'd you like it? Well, I have tennis practice everyday and schoolwork, so I can only promise an update once a week.