Note: Another story with Doc's daughter. I can't get enough of them. Please tell me what you think…

Disclaimer: I own my character Abigail Brown. No one else…

Night around 10:00

"So what you doing Doc", I asked as I leaned against the hood of my new delorian. My dad Doc Emmet Brown was crouching beside the car.

Why I needed a Delorian who knows. It was a gift from my mom for my birthday which was today. No one stopped by of course.

Marty would have but he forgot. I knew he would. So as you can see I was really surprised when the Delorian appeared in our driveway with a big letter on it reading in big bold letters Happy Birthday Abby!

You see my mom left when I was born. I don't recall how old. It wasn't a big surprise or anything. She told my dad what she was going to do. She must have felt sorry for him. The last my dad saw of her was boarding a train for low class. She must have gone to Hollywood and married a movie star to have got me this.

That's probably what she did. I can see a brown haired green eyed woman walking down the isle with Harrison Ford. But first let me explain something. In Lyon Acresthere are no Delorian's.

None at all. If you saw one you were special. To own one well your practically the coolest kid in town.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Prune yogurt. No I was not constipated! You can have prune yogurt and not be constipated you know. I dangled my legs over the edge of our orange counter that was cluttered with wires etc…

Suddenly, a light siren blare rang out. At my house that either means the phone is ringing or someone's at the door. It was a invention of Doc's. How do you tell if someone's calling you or if someone's at the door? What if someone calls the same time someone's at the door? Well, Doc hadn't thought of those questions yet and I wasn't about to help him. I didn't need a frenzied dad running around going on and on about some flux that can make it work.

Apparently, this was the door ringing. I only know cause Doc got up from where he was under the car hood and sprinted to the door.

I was uninterested in whoever it was.

Prune yogurt was too exciting right now. Your probably wondering how prune yogurt can be exciting. Well, it is to those who like prunes. The ones that aren't constipated that is.

OUTSIDE

"Marty my dear boy! Abby's been waiting for you for hours! You know this is her seventeenth birthday!"

"Yeah, uh Doc I know. I tried to get over here I really did. I just had a problem okay."

"Well, Abby's as mad as a hornet. You've come to all her birthdays ever since Kindergarten for Heaven's sake! Why stop now?"

"Doc, I'm not gonna stop coming to her birthdays. I just had a hard time picking up a gift for her alright."

"You mean you waited till the last minute!" Doc asked surprised.

"Hey, Doc at least I'm here." Marty said. Doc smiled anything that had been there forgiven.

"That your right my boy. That your right… Well don't just stand there go in." Doc pushed Marty through the door into the garage.

Marty stopped midstance as he saw me. "Look Abs I'm really sorry…"

"Oh, don't be" I said jumping up from the counter and throwing my prune yogurt in the trash.

"You mean your not mad at me? Wait, your constipated right? Your eating prunes. That's it you got your woman time on your birthday." I smirked as I pulled out 2 cans of Pepsi free.

"Do you have to be constipated to have prunes?" I asked as I handed the Pepsi to Marty.

"I knew it! It's your woman time and you want me to go. I understand okay Abs. I remember last month when you wouldn't talk to me for a week. I know you get those weird mood swings…"

"Marty!" I stopped him. "First of all I'm not constipated! Second of all I am do not have the woman thing. And third who in the world told you I get mood swings?" I asked as I slammed the fridge door shut.

"Then why aren't you mad at me for being late?" Marty asked as he plopped himself down in the couch.

"Cause it doesn't matter to me anymore Marty." I answered as I sat down beside him. Marty spit his soda in surprise. He looked at me in shock.

"I just don't feel like I'm seventeen." I answered as I sunk into the couch.

"Hey, no one does Abby." he said pulling me up from the couch. "Come on I know you would hate me for letting you be mad at yourself on your birthday." I smiled.

Being friends with Marty Mcfly you never have a bad day.

R/r I don't know how good this chapter turned out since I have only seen the first back to the future so far. Plus, I've had a bad last couple of days so it's probably really sucks. But I will update it soon.