November 9, 1955
8:10 AM PST
Lorraine really felt happy, as she was skipping off to school. Fortunately, she had no tests to take. It was going to be so hard, though, waiting for after school. She really was excited to spend time with Calvin Klein! It really would be a dream come true. As she caught of her friends, she smiled. She wondered how they'd react to the news.
"Babs! Betty!" Lorraine called out, as she ran to join her friends. "Hey, Betty, I tried to call you - but you weren't home! Anyway, I do have the most exciting news to tell you! I now know where Calvin lives, and he... he agreed to ask me to the dance!"
"Oh, Lorrie, that's so exciting!" gushed Betty, as she hugged Lorraine. "I'm quite sorry for not being home, last night. Todd came over to my place, and he asked me out! We ate at Holt's Diner, where the chicken really was delicious! After that, we headed over to the Essex Theatre - and we watched Cattle Queen of Montana. It was quite fun!"
"I'm quite happy for you, Betty!" exclaimed Lorraine. "I sure wanted to eat out with Calvin, last night. However, he had plans with his uncle - and I figured that I should respect that. By the way, his uncle happens to be Dr. Brown - who happens to..."
"Oh, you mean the scientist?" asked Babs. As Lorraine nodded, she added, "I actually never would've expected that! I've rather heard a few things about him, that... Well, our parents have always taught us to never simply assume anything about anyone."
"Well, he teaches third grade," pointed out Betty, "and I understand that his students love him." Placing her arm around Lorraine, she added, "Anyway, I'm rather happy for you." With a sudden blush, she continued, "As it just turns out, Todd really overheard all that I said of him... at Lou's Cafe. He simply pretended that he couldn't hear me."
"I guess he was real touched," suggested Lorraine, as she broke into a grin. "I'm sure looking rather forward to this evening. They serve some great Italian food at Louisa's Pasta Eatery. I even told him him that I would pay, as I quite have plenty of money."
"Good for you, Lorrie," replied Babs, patting Lorraine's shoulder. "Well, school is about to start. I really wouldn't want to get a tardy - and I just have a feeling that you guys wouldn't, either. I mean, y'know how Mr. Strickland can be. He's just such a grouch!"
"Oh, who simply gives a toss about Mr. Strickland?" countered Lorraine, as she waved her hand backwards. "I'm just not going to let anyone ruin my day. By the way, Babs, I told my parents that I'd be over by your place. You'll cover for me, won't you?" Babs smiled, as she nodded. "Thanks a bunch! You are a real pal. It'll be worth the wait!"
As Lorraine looked around, she caught a glimpse of Calvin. As she didn't have time to talk with him, she waved. It really was a shame, that he wasn't in any of her classes. Then, on the other hand, it could actually make it harder for Lorraine to concentrate.
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George felt real nervous, as he joined Billy and Lester at the table. He wondered how Marty would take to his friends. It would actually be nice, if he could just add another person to his group of close friends. Still, unlike the trio, Marty seemed to be popular. As a result, Marty might simply not wish to have anything to do with George's group.
"Hello, guys!" Marty called out, as he set his tray down. "So, uh, George - these guys must, uh, be your friends." George just nodded. "Well, I guess I should just introduce myself. My name's Marty, uh, Klein. I'm staying here for a week... with my uncle."
"Pleased to meet you, Marty," Lester commented, warmly. "I heard that you made Biff Tannen crash into a manure truck! I really wish I could've seen that. Are you sure that you... that you just want to eat with us? We're not exactly the most well-liked..."
"Hey, I really don't care," Marty replied, as he flashed a lopsided smile. "I rather try to be a friend to everyone. Well, except for people like Biff Tannen. I simply have no use for bullies. Anyway, uh, I sure was looking forward to meeting George's friends. I, uh, had a vision. I think there's a reason for why I'm here. I came here to help George!"
"Oh, really?" George asked, as he was rather taken aback. Could it really be possible, that Marty was visited by Darth Vader. "I mean, I suppose it's actually sweet. It's not everyday, y'know, that a new person decides to take a sudden interest in my life."
"I want to help you out," explained Marty, laying a hand on George's arm. "It's rather something that I... that I was called to do. I sure would love for you to have a happy life, George. Every person quite deserves it! Well, except for maybe people like Biff!"
"You seem to be a nice person, Marty," replied Billy, softly. "Life sometimes seems to be unfair. It quite seems like people like Biff can get whatever he wants. It's obvious that he never learned the Golden Rule. It's scary to think of what he could be like, in thirty years. I suppose we should thank our lucky stars that, at least, he's not rich!"
"Yeah, that would be scary," George agreed, shuddering. "Well, Marty, I feel that it's simply a shame - that you're only staying for a week. We were sort of hoping to have you... Well, we wanted you to join our group. Then, again, you are popular!"
"I already told you, buddy," Marty replied, smiling. "I sure don't care about your social status! The only type of people that I really consider to be beneath me are those who treat other people badly, and have no consideration for the welfare of other people."
"That's, uh, real profound," George replied, as he managed a small smile. "I do feel a bit bad, now, about brushing you off. Also, thank you! Thank you, Marty, for saving my life! Thank you, uh, for offering to help me! Thank you, most of all, for just being my friend. You have absolutely no idea, Marty, just how much that means to me!"
"Yeah, I echo George's thanks," replied Lester. "He did tell me that... that you were a little pushy. I'm just so pleased to meet you, though! After school, would you want to spend time with us? We can't go over to Lou's Cafe, though, in case Biff shows up."
"Yeah, I actually can't blame you," agreed Marty, softly. "Well, at around five, I could stop over. I sure was wanting to spend time with George, anyway. I'd be so happy to have you guys over, as well. By the way, I don't think you ever told me your names."
"Oh, my name's Lester Collins," replied Lester, "and this is Billy Stockhausen. All of our lives, we've been friends. We were always thought of as... as strange. It wasn't until we were twelve, though, that Biff actually began to pushing around. It really was the same year, as well, that Biff was held back a grade - for getting a lot of bad marks."
George smiled at Marty, and felt real bad for misunderstanding him. He still wondered, though, if Darth Vader had some connection of Marty Klein. Marty really seemed to be a regular human being, even if he appeared to possess some extraordinary talents.
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"I simply can't believe this, Lorrie," Babs commented, with disgust. "Why would Calvin Klein want to sit with George McFly... and his buddies? I mean, there rather seems to be something... Well, that guy rather gives me the creeps. He looks like someone... I think he spends much of his free time, reading Oh La La magazines! He just seems..."
"You really think so?" Lorraine asked, stunned. "I know that I've never spoken to him, all that much. I think accusing him of being a 'pervert', though... I think he just rather seemed to be... shy. Do you remember what you said, about passing judgement?"
"Oh, you mean... about Dr. Brown?" asked Babs, nervously. Lorraine nodded, as she wagged her index finger. "Well, I never exactly met Dr. Brown - and he sure appears to be a good teacher, according to many. Still, I've seen the way George could..."
"Why are you defending George, anyway?" added Betty, scowling. "I thought Calvin Klein was the guy you were in love with. I really can't understand why Calvin doesn't spend his time with the... Well, what does he simply see in George? They really have absolutely nothing in common! I admit that this makes me question a little about..."
"He said that George was a good friend of his," explained Lorraine. "I really think that the two of you need to loosen up. Actually, this sure makes me all the more attracted to Calvin. I admire how he seems to believe in, well, seeing the good in everyone."
"I still think there's a little something off about George," insisted Betty. "I wouldn't be all too surprised, Lorrie, if George and Biff were actually real good buddies - and that Biff bullying George is just his way of covering up... They might really be in cahoots!"
"Since when did you become a conspiracy theorist, Betty?" demanded Lorraine, rolling her eyes. "Actually, both of you! No, I'm not attracted to George! Not in the least! At any rate, if Calvin really doesn't have a problem with him... Well, I can still care about people that I'm not particularly close to - can't I? After all, it's the right thing to do."
"Of course, Lorrie," Betty replied, quietly. "Listen, I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to make you so angry. It's simply a special day for you... and me, for that matter. I feel quite excited. Todd asked me to come to his house, and his parents won't be there!"
"I'm sorry, too, Lorrie," Babs added, softly. "I didn't mean to spoil your special day. It is very exciting, knowing that you and Betty both get to be with your crushes. I quite envy you guys. Well, even if nobody asks me, I still plan to have fun at the dance."
Lorraine smiled, as she glanced at Calvin. While she and her close friends actually did quarrel, on occasion - she quite valued her friends. When David Goodwyn died, Babs and Betty were quite supportive to her - and they both joined her at David's funeral. They sure were the type of friends who stood by each other, through thick and thin.
