Hey, guys I'm back. I know I haven't been writing my author's notes recently. So, I'll let you know that a lot from this story is random stuff I added in. If anyone has a problem with it sorry. Of course it will stay with the plot. I'm just gonna have a lot of fun with it. This is probably going to be one the best stories you'll find with such a strong and fun friendship. I have such a strong friendship with Morgan Sakana here and at school. And it's weird but she is my inspiration for a lot of my ideas. Thanks Morgan for being such a great friend Morgan. Morgan this chapter is for you. I know your really gonna love this chapter…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my character Abigail. Yep, the prune girl.
"Alright Marty get a grip on yourself. This is just a dream. A very intense dream." Marty muttered to himself his eyes transfixed on the road before us.
"This is a dream right?" Marty asked glancing at me temporarily. I shrugged smiling.
"Only, one way to find out" "Wha…" Marty cried as pinched him making the car swerve violently. I giggled as I saw his mock hurt expression.
"You know that is the first laugh I got out of you since we jumped into this delorian." Marty said gesturing to the car like I was ignorant.
"Yeah, I guess it was" I said smiling.
You the reader are probably like exploding right now cause you know I just witnessed my dad "The Doc Brown" die. Your probably wondering why aren't I crying my eyes out. My dad just died for Pete's sake! This is where Marty would say "Pete must be some nice guy if Doc died for his sake." Though I have to admit that may be a little too harsh of a joke for Marty. Your probably also wondering why Marty isn't being more sympathetic towards me. Well, have you ever heard the songs "Cowgirl's don't cry" and "Fight like a girl?"
Well, I loved my dad and I would hurt for a long time. But, I wasn't going to give up the hope that he would somehow live to see another day. Besides, I'm sure Doc had some separate plan in case the Liberian's came back.
So, maybe he wore a bullet proof vest or something. Yeah, that's it! A bullet proof vest. Now to answer the other question about why Marty wasn't being more sympathetic towards me. I honestly can't answer for him.
I'm not a mind reader. Yep, no matter how many time I've watched Star Wars I failed in mind reading.
If we ever get back to our time I'll email Mark Hammil and ask him for some better instructions.
But honestly, I think he wasn't very sympathetic because like me he was trying to figure out some way to explain how Doc could be alive. Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts. Well, more like thrown. Why hadn't I thought to buckle up?
For those who are reading this I'm warning you never go without your seatbelt. The car slowed.
"Marty what's wrong with your foot?" I asked knowing very well he must be getting tired.
"Uh, Abs were running out of Plutonium." he said as he pointed to the gas tank arrow. I prayed for once in my life that Marty would be wrong. I watched the arrow leap up and down deciding whether it was empty or just above it.
Finally, it hit empty and we stopped with a sickening thud.
(I should stop there but I'm not that evil! Ha ha!)
"Isn't the girl supposed to sit in the car while the guy pushes?" I groaned. Marty had come up with some brilliant idea to push the delorian behind a billboard. At least I thought it was brilliant until I realized he wanted me to push as well.
"Yeah, good thing your not one of those girls" Marty commented as we grew closer to the billboard.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just thought you'd like…" he paused and sniffed the air.
"The sweet smell of gas and manure."
"That's manure? I thought that was you." I joked.
"Ha ha, very funny" Marty shot back. Finally, we both heaved one last time causing the delorian to roll… down the hill into (Oh, god no!) a pit of manure.
Marty and me just stood there in shock staring down at MY delorian covered halfway in Manure.
I looked over at Marty. He hesitantly smiled the Mcfly grin.
"Oh, your gonna pay!" I shouted. Marty was smart. He ran. Pretty soon we were chasing each other around the billboard. Marty was screaming
"I didn't do it." I was screaming
"Prepare to die." And the delorian well it was just sinking further into a vad of toxic waste. Suddenly, Marty stopped in front of the billboard.
Me, I thought he was giving in and waiting for the tackling he deserved. So, what do you think I did. Tackle him of course. Before long we were wrestling.
Pro wrestling is one way to describe it. Suddenly, I heard a car honk. Marty and me both looked up in time to see a yellow convertible drive past.
"Get a room" a man with blond hair yelled.
"What" Marty and me cried in unison getting off one another immediately. Whoever it was drove past laughing.
"He needs to watch his mouth" I muttered looking over my shoulder at the delorian.
"Come on let's get this out" I sighed making weird hand gestures at the delorian.
"What are you doing" Marty asked confused.
"Jedi mind trick. If I can get it right I may be able to get it out of the manure."
"Uh, Abs."
"Yeah, I know I need to email Mark Hammil on how to do it better."
"No, it's just why don't we leave it here. I mean once we figure out what place in time were in and where to get some more plutonium we can come back and pull it out somehow."
"You know that is probably the best idea you've had all day" I said as I follow Marty up to the billboard.
"Look at this Abby." Marty said gesturing toward the billboard. I looked and almost puked right there. It showed a blond lady and a man. They were looking at these words. Coming soon, LYON ACHRES.
