Disclaimer: I do not own anything except parts of the plot, Amanda and
Chris.
Apologies: I want to apologize to DocNov121955. I used their idea without permission and I hope that they will forgive me (I completely hate hurting others' feelings) and keep reading! And to make it up to DocNov121955, go read, 'Doc's Little Girl in Time.' It is also a BTTF story.
Dedication: I want to dedicate this chapter to Michael J. Fox. And my middle school English teacher; she taught me how to write well. (At least I hope I write well.)
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers.
God Bless the Columbia Crew!
Chapter 3:
The parking lot disappeared, and Marty hit a scarecrow, its head filling the windshield. The DeLorean crashed into a barn and the impact made the hood on our radiation suits go down over our heads. Marty opened the door of the car.
"Stay here. Everything will be fine" I loved it when he was protective of me. He got out of the car, and I saw a family at the barn door. They slammed the door and Marty walked after them. He tripped on a bushel of hay and fell to the ground. He opened the door, and I could hear him apologizing. "Um.sorry about your barn." The next thing I knew, Marty was being shot at again! He shut the door and jumped into the DeLorean. He pulled the door down and slammed on the gas. We flew through the barn door. There stood a man with a shotgun. Marty peeled out of the man's driveway, running over a pine on his way out.
We traveled down the road, both extremely freaked out. I looked at the display on the dash. The present time was November 5, 1955. I stared at it in amazement.
"Get a grip on yourself McFly. This is just a dream. A very intense dream." He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car. He stood in front of Lyon Estates, his neighborhood in the 80's. There were no houses in it, yet. He got back in the car and I pointed out the time circuit.
"Marty, we're in the fifties." I said, still crying. He reached over and put his hand on mine.
"I know." I looked into his eyes, and my crying slowed from sobbing to simple tears. "Can you steer while I push? They're something wrong with the starter."
"Sure." I replied, tears dripping from my eyes. We hid the DeLorean behind the sign for Lyon Estates and started walking into town. Marty was so quiet walking next to me.
"What's up with you and Chris?" Marty asked out of the blue.
"Um.nothing." I said, looking down at the pavement.
"It didn't look like nothing to me." Marty, said, seemingly interested with my relationships.
"I said I'd date him again, but I'm having serous doubts."
"Why? If you don't mind me asking." Marty asked, curious.
"I like someone else." I kept my head bent.
"Oh." Marty shut up.
After a while, we got into town. I was ravenous. Well, I was always hungry, but now, I was exceptionally famished.
Marty pointed to the telephone sign above Lou's café, which was where the Lou's gym was in 1985. "Maybe we can find out where you dad lives." We walked inside.
"Did you jump ship?" Lou asked.
"What?" Marty replied, confused.
"What's with the life preserver?" Lou inquired about Marty's red down vest, giving my ensemble a confused up and down also.
"I just wanted to use the phone." Lou pointed to the telephone booth. He asked me what I would like. I ordered a Pepsi and a bowl of soup. Marty came back from the phone booth with a page from the white pages. "Do you know where Riverside Drive is?" He asked.
"Listen, kid. Are you going to order something or not?" Marty sat down on the stool next to me.
"Yeah. Give me a tab."
"I can't give you a tab unless you order something."
"Right. Give me a Pepsi Free." Marty had obviously forgotten that Pepsi Free was not made in the 50's.
"If you want a Pepsi pal, you're going to have to pay for it." I squeezed Marty's leg under the counter. He faced me and I gave him a 'they- don't-make-that-yet' look. He turned to Lou.
"Look, just give me something without any sugar in it." Lou set a coup of coffee in front of Marty. I pulled out a dollar and paid for my meal. Marty set a bunch of coins on the counter and Lou took a nickel for the coffee.
"Hey, McFly!" Marty and I slowly turned around. Biff Tannen stood at the entrance to the café. He walked past us and to the other boy our age, sitting on the other side of Marty. It was George McFly, Marty's dad. Biff and his friends made fun of him and Biff threatened him.
"Where is my homework McFly?"
"Well, Biff. I thought that because it wasn't due until Monday." Biff his George on the head with his fist.
"Hello! Hello . anyone home? Think McFly, think. I have to have time to get it recopied. Do you realize what would happen if I turned in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" George didn't say anything. "Would you?"
"Well of course not Biff. I'll finish it tonight and run it on over to you first thing tomorrow morning."
"Not too early, McFly, I sleep in on Saturdays. Oh McFly, you're shoe's untied!" George looked down and Biff slapped him in the face. "You're so gullible McFly." Biff finally noticed Marty and I practically staring at them. "What are you looking at butthead?" He looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. "Well, lookie what we have here." He walked over to the stool next to me and sat down.
"Haven't seen you here before. What's your name sweetheart?"
"Leave me alone, Biff." Biff put his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I tried to work my way out of it, but Biff was too strong.
"How could you know my name when I don't know yours?" I gave him a dirty look.
"Let go of me!" Marty stood up and grabbed Biff's shoulder.
"She said let go of her." Biff brushed Marty's hand off his shoulder and continued grabbing me. "Hey Biff." Biff turned to look at Marty.
"Leave us alone, kid, she's mine."
"Over my dead body." I smiled, despite the fact I was in Biff's arms. Biff let go of me and stood up.
"My pleasure." Biff said. But Marty caught him off guard and punched him squarely in the jaw. I jumped up and kicked him in the groin. I kept kicking him in the stomach, taking out all my anger and frustration on him. Marty grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the café. Biff's gang followed us, but we kept running and lost them.
We turned onto a street and started slowing down. I was crying again.
"I.I.can't lose him.Marty! He's.all I've.got." I cried, in-between sobs. I collapsed into his arms and he sat down on the sidewalk, pulling me into his lap. He stroked my hair and tried to calm me down. Marty wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I had curled up and was rocking back and forth.
"Amanda. Calm down. We ARE going to warn him."
"No. He'll never listen. He wouldn't dream of disrupting the space time continuum."
"Well," He said, running his index finger down the side of my left arm. "we'll just have to make him listen."
"What are we going to do," I asked, skeptical. "Tie his arms to the counter and keep him from covering his ears?"
"That's a possibility." I chuckled, but it came out as a half, moan, half sob. "Even if you do lose him," I started to cry harder and Marty entwined his arms with mine. That got my attention. "You still have Einie, and Chris," Marty paused. "And that other guy you like. And you'll always have me."
"Good." I said as I wiped my face with my hand. I reluctantly got up from his lap. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the cement. He had obviously gotten as comfortable as I had.
Marty and I continued walking down the streets, searching for Riverside Drive, when he saw his father climbing a tree. He pulled out some binoculars and looked through the window. Marty and I looked at what he was watching. A girl was changing in her room.
"He's a peeping tom!" Marty exclaimed. We laughed but as we did, Marty's dad fell from the tree and landed in the street. A car was approaching him. Marty ran towards his father. "Dad, lookout!" He ran towards the car and pushed his father out of the way.
"Marty, no!" I yelled at him. The small car continued on its path and hit Marty. He fell down on the ground and I saw his head hit the pavement. The driver got out and ran to Marty. I started to run over to him but I wondered what I would say to the driver.
"Stella! Get out here. Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car." A woman emerged from the house and she and the driver carried Marty into the house. I ran to the lawn, but the door was already shut. I was so screwed.
A/N: If anyone else thinks I should stray from the movie plot (Or even any other criticism) , PLEASE let me know.
Apologies: I want to apologize to DocNov121955. I used their idea without permission and I hope that they will forgive me (I completely hate hurting others' feelings) and keep reading! And to make it up to DocNov121955, go read, 'Doc's Little Girl in Time.' It is also a BTTF story.
Dedication: I want to dedicate this chapter to Michael J. Fox. And my middle school English teacher; she taught me how to write well. (At least I hope I write well.)
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers.
God Bless the Columbia Crew!
Chapter 3:
The parking lot disappeared, and Marty hit a scarecrow, its head filling the windshield. The DeLorean crashed into a barn and the impact made the hood on our radiation suits go down over our heads. Marty opened the door of the car.
"Stay here. Everything will be fine" I loved it when he was protective of me. He got out of the car, and I saw a family at the barn door. They slammed the door and Marty walked after them. He tripped on a bushel of hay and fell to the ground. He opened the door, and I could hear him apologizing. "Um.sorry about your barn." The next thing I knew, Marty was being shot at again! He shut the door and jumped into the DeLorean. He pulled the door down and slammed on the gas. We flew through the barn door. There stood a man with a shotgun. Marty peeled out of the man's driveway, running over a pine on his way out.
We traveled down the road, both extremely freaked out. I looked at the display on the dash. The present time was November 5, 1955. I stared at it in amazement.
"Get a grip on yourself McFly. This is just a dream. A very intense dream." He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car. He stood in front of Lyon Estates, his neighborhood in the 80's. There were no houses in it, yet. He got back in the car and I pointed out the time circuit.
"Marty, we're in the fifties." I said, still crying. He reached over and put his hand on mine.
"I know." I looked into his eyes, and my crying slowed from sobbing to simple tears. "Can you steer while I push? They're something wrong with the starter."
"Sure." I replied, tears dripping from my eyes. We hid the DeLorean behind the sign for Lyon Estates and started walking into town. Marty was so quiet walking next to me.
"What's up with you and Chris?" Marty asked out of the blue.
"Um.nothing." I said, looking down at the pavement.
"It didn't look like nothing to me." Marty, said, seemingly interested with my relationships.
"I said I'd date him again, but I'm having serous doubts."
"Why? If you don't mind me asking." Marty asked, curious.
"I like someone else." I kept my head bent.
"Oh." Marty shut up.
After a while, we got into town. I was ravenous. Well, I was always hungry, but now, I was exceptionally famished.
Marty pointed to the telephone sign above Lou's café, which was where the Lou's gym was in 1985. "Maybe we can find out where you dad lives." We walked inside.
"Did you jump ship?" Lou asked.
"What?" Marty replied, confused.
"What's with the life preserver?" Lou inquired about Marty's red down vest, giving my ensemble a confused up and down also.
"I just wanted to use the phone." Lou pointed to the telephone booth. He asked me what I would like. I ordered a Pepsi and a bowl of soup. Marty came back from the phone booth with a page from the white pages. "Do you know where Riverside Drive is?" He asked.
"Listen, kid. Are you going to order something or not?" Marty sat down on the stool next to me.
"Yeah. Give me a tab."
"I can't give you a tab unless you order something."
"Right. Give me a Pepsi Free." Marty had obviously forgotten that Pepsi Free was not made in the 50's.
"If you want a Pepsi pal, you're going to have to pay for it." I squeezed Marty's leg under the counter. He faced me and I gave him a 'they- don't-make-that-yet' look. He turned to Lou.
"Look, just give me something without any sugar in it." Lou set a coup of coffee in front of Marty. I pulled out a dollar and paid for my meal. Marty set a bunch of coins on the counter and Lou took a nickel for the coffee.
"Hey, McFly!" Marty and I slowly turned around. Biff Tannen stood at the entrance to the café. He walked past us and to the other boy our age, sitting on the other side of Marty. It was George McFly, Marty's dad. Biff and his friends made fun of him and Biff threatened him.
"Where is my homework McFly?"
"Well, Biff. I thought that because it wasn't due until Monday." Biff his George on the head with his fist.
"Hello! Hello . anyone home? Think McFly, think. I have to have time to get it recopied. Do you realize what would happen if I turned in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" George didn't say anything. "Would you?"
"Well of course not Biff. I'll finish it tonight and run it on over to you first thing tomorrow morning."
"Not too early, McFly, I sleep in on Saturdays. Oh McFly, you're shoe's untied!" George looked down and Biff slapped him in the face. "You're so gullible McFly." Biff finally noticed Marty and I practically staring at them. "What are you looking at butthead?" He looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. "Well, lookie what we have here." He walked over to the stool next to me and sat down.
"Haven't seen you here before. What's your name sweetheart?"
"Leave me alone, Biff." Biff put his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I tried to work my way out of it, but Biff was too strong.
"How could you know my name when I don't know yours?" I gave him a dirty look.
"Let go of me!" Marty stood up and grabbed Biff's shoulder.
"She said let go of her." Biff brushed Marty's hand off his shoulder and continued grabbing me. "Hey Biff." Biff turned to look at Marty.
"Leave us alone, kid, she's mine."
"Over my dead body." I smiled, despite the fact I was in Biff's arms. Biff let go of me and stood up.
"My pleasure." Biff said. But Marty caught him off guard and punched him squarely in the jaw. I jumped up and kicked him in the groin. I kept kicking him in the stomach, taking out all my anger and frustration on him. Marty grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the café. Biff's gang followed us, but we kept running and lost them.
We turned onto a street and started slowing down. I was crying again.
"I.I.can't lose him.Marty! He's.all I've.got." I cried, in-between sobs. I collapsed into his arms and he sat down on the sidewalk, pulling me into his lap. He stroked my hair and tried to calm me down. Marty wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I had curled up and was rocking back and forth.
"Amanda. Calm down. We ARE going to warn him."
"No. He'll never listen. He wouldn't dream of disrupting the space time continuum."
"Well," He said, running his index finger down the side of my left arm. "we'll just have to make him listen."
"What are we going to do," I asked, skeptical. "Tie his arms to the counter and keep him from covering his ears?"
"That's a possibility." I chuckled, but it came out as a half, moan, half sob. "Even if you do lose him," I started to cry harder and Marty entwined his arms with mine. That got my attention. "You still have Einie, and Chris," Marty paused. "And that other guy you like. And you'll always have me."
"Good." I said as I wiped my face with my hand. I reluctantly got up from his lap. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the cement. He had obviously gotten as comfortable as I had.
Marty and I continued walking down the streets, searching for Riverside Drive, when he saw his father climbing a tree. He pulled out some binoculars and looked through the window. Marty and I looked at what he was watching. A girl was changing in her room.
"He's a peeping tom!" Marty exclaimed. We laughed but as we did, Marty's dad fell from the tree and landed in the street. A car was approaching him. Marty ran towards his father. "Dad, lookout!" He ran towards the car and pushed his father out of the way.
"Marty, no!" I yelled at him. The small car continued on its path and hit Marty. He fell down on the ground and I saw his head hit the pavement. The driver got out and ran to Marty. I started to run over to him but I wondered what I would say to the driver.
"Stella! Get out here. Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car." A woman emerged from the house and she and the driver carried Marty into the house. I ran to the lawn, but the door was already shut. I was so screwed.
A/N: If anyone else thinks I should stray from the movie plot (Or even any other criticism) , PLEASE let me know.