Note: Okay, I'm trying to finish this story as fast as I can. It's not workin is it? Yes, I spelled workin all cooleo. That's what my friends say. Morgan Sakana being one of them. It drives me crazy. To the brink of insanity many times. Though I think I'm way past that to be exact. This chapter is dedicated to Michael J. Fox. If you haven't realized I'm one of those people you falls for movie stars without a thought as to my heart. Yeah, I give my heart away way too easy. Well, he was one of them. Morgan Sakana keeps telling me to stop losing my heart. That I'm really only infatuated with these people. So right now I'm feeling kind of down about all my crushes. But to me they were more than that they were family. Okay, so I've never met them. I know what your gonna say… STALKER!!!! No, your wrong I would never do that. Morgan Sakana don't say anything… Guys have you seen the snow? It's like awesome! You can expect a lot of stuff from me over my 6 day weekend! Ha ha ha! Anyway read!

"Get him down now!!!!" I cried loudly. Marty had to cover my mouth to shush me.

He pushed my body up against the tree. His hand still covering my mouth.

"What do you expect me to do? Go 'hey George you know what your doing? My female friend here says that if you don't stop she'll scream?" I pulled his hand away from my mouth.

"Sounds great to me you just might want to add that the police are very interested in PEEPING TOMS!"

"Abs…" But Marty was interrupted by a car horn. The rest happened so fast.

Marty's father George falling from the tree and landing right in front of a incoming car. Marty pushing him out of the way. His head hitting the pavement.

"Marty!!!!!!!" I screamed running to his lifeless body. The rest is all a blur. The man that hit him yelled something then everything went black.

I awoke with a start sending the pile of sheets onto the floor.

"This is not my room" I whispered as I looked around. Star Trek posters lined the walls.

"But I could sure get used to this" I continued. I opened up the window blinds. It was pitch black outside.

The only light that shined was from the gas station across the street. The 95 diner it read.

"95 diner!!!!!" I yelled. It was all coming back to me. Marty and me were in 1955. But where in the world is Marty?

No one would notice if I took a look around. You know maybe raid the refrigerator for prunes.

Or something like that. No one else likes prunes anyway so it wouldn't really matter. Then I could look for Marty. It's not like I wasn't worried about him.

It's just if you were in a stranger's house would you look for your friend first or get something to eat, then look for him afterwards?

Yeah, thought so. I crept downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen looked pretty normal. Except for the flower print wallpaper.

There's no way anyone in 1985 would get caught dead in a kitchen like this.

I opened the fridge to find… what do you know a whole load of prunes!!!! Wow, I bet they'll be glad to get some of these off their hands!

After I had eaten about a million prunes I realized I still didn't know where Marty was. I shoved 5 more prunes into my pants pockets then crept back up the stairs.

There were 5 rooms in all not counting the one that I woke up in.

"Here goes nothing" I whispered as I turned the knob to one of the doors. A young boy was laying in the middle of the floor. Definitely not Marty.

I opened the next door. A littler boy was laying on his side in his old fashioned bed. As soon as I heard him scream potatoes I was out of there.

Marty wasn't weird enough to dream about potatoes. Or was he? I opened another door.

There was Marty. He was sleeping peacefully blankets strewn all over him. I had never seen Marty sleep before. He looked almost handsome.

Abby, your imagining things! He's your best friend! He doesn't think thoughts like that about you! Why are you thinking thoughts like that about him? You don't love him do you? My thoughts raged.

"No, I love him as a best friend does. Nothing more." I said aloud. Suddenly, I heard footsteps.

I needed to hide! I crawled under the four poster bed. Sure, I was costophobic. But that's what you do for friends. Best friends.

R/r Aww! What's gonna happen? Does Abby really love Marty? Does marty love her? Do they love each other at all? Forget the last question. Because I can assure you they do love each other at least as friends. Don't forget to review! I have huge plan for what's to happen next so don't go away!