October 31, 1985
5:15 PM PST

As Marty drove to school, Calvin was feeling a bit nervous. Since arriving in the "good" 1985, he hadn't spent much time outside of the McFly house. He had yet to meet any of Marty's friends, besides Jennifer. Would Marty's friends like him, too? They were, in essense, the same person - as he was Marty of the Hell Valley Universe.

He really was admiring his Scott Howard costume. He watched that film about three times, already. He glanced over at Marty - and noticed that Marty looked exactly like Alex P Keaton, from Family Ties. He wondered what Michael J Fox would think, if he saw them in their costumes.

"Hey, Cal, you nervous?" Marty asked, softly. He seemed concerned for his new twin, which made Calvin feel very touched.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess," replied Calvin. "I'm kind of worried that your friends might not like me. Sorry, I maybe am a little too insecure. I'm still very new to this world."

"Aw, you needn't worry, Cal," Marty said, gently. "They're very nice people, and I'm sure they'd come to like you. Most of the kids at school are very nice. It's just Douglas Needles, Miff Tannen, and their gangs that you have to worry about."

"So, Marty, what is Douglas Needles like?" asked Calvin. "I know you mentioned about him daring to race you, the other day. He seems to be, well, a very nasty bugger."

"Oh, he's a bit of bully," Marty said, shrugging. "Granted, he's not quite as bad as Biff Tannen used to be - or as Griff Tannen will be. Gee, this makes me feel a little worried about my future kids. Poor Marty Jr! Well, since it looks like my future will be much happier, now - I should have no problems teaching my kids to be confident. I would also teach them to stand up to bullies, from an early age."

"So, Marty, why does Needles and his gang pick on you?" asked Calvin, with concern. Marty really didn't seem like the kind of person who'd get picked on.

"It's because one of my weaknesses is with being called chicken," Marty said, blushing. "That, and also the fact that I stick up for those who get picked in. If I had been in high school in 1955, I maybe wouldn't been friends with my father - to the extent that I was, during my week-long stay in 1955. I definitely would've treated him decently, though - and I would've stuck up for him. I can't stand to see anyone get picked on. Know what I mean?"

"Right, Marty, I know what you mean," Calvin said, softly. He always did manage to make friends relatively fast, as he tried to be very outgoing and friendly.

"Well, here we are, now," called out Marty, just as he pulled into the school's parking lot. "This is the school that I go to... and that you will attend, next week."

"Oh, yeah," said Calvin, as he looked around. "That school burnt down in 1979, in the world that I came from. Since Biff became so powerful, the gangsters took over."

"Let's go," urged Marty, as he stepped out of the car. "Let's see if my friends are in there. I wonder what they'll think of our costumes. I feel a little uncomfortable in a suit and a tie - but I guess I'll survive, for tonight. Usually, I do prefer casual wear."

oooooooooo

As Calvin followed his twin into the school - he saw that everyone was staring at them, wide-eyed. Of course, they probably weren't used to Marty having a twin. He suddenly felt very shy, being surrounded by people that he didn't know.

"Hey, which one of you is Marty?" asked a blonde, as she ran up to the twins.

"Yeah, Marty, since when did you have a twin?" asked the blonde's brunette friend.

"Oh, uh, you see," stammered Marty, "we were separated at birth. Our parents couldn't afford to keep both of us, so they gave one of us up for adoption."

"Oh, well, that just doesn't sound right," said the blonde, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I mean, twins should never be separated. No offence, but I never understood the logic. It would've been much better to give you both up, together."

"Well, the important thing is," Calvin said, quietly, "we're together, now. It's best just to, uh, let bygones be bygones. There's no sense in holding onto a grudge."

"Hey, Marty!" called out a voice behind them. Both Calvin and Marty nearly jumped, as they were both startled - and then they both turned around.

"Well, hello, Zach," Marty said, warmly. "Where are Billy and Joey?"

"Oh, they're on the baking committee," explained Zach. "They're bringing in the last of the brownies. The one that's dressed up as Scott Howard is your twin, Calvin?"

"That's correct," replied Marty. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you about this. We don't have a rhythm guitarist in our band, yet. Calvin can play the guitar, just like me. I was just wondering if he could join our band, and play the rhythm guitar."

"Well," said Zach, thoughtfully, "we'll have to hear what Joey and Billy say first. He'll have to show us his guitar talent. I mean, just because the two of you are twins - it doesn't necessarily mean that you'll have the same talents. He might have other talents, that you don't have. Know what I mean? I don't mean any offence."

"Right, I understand, buddy," replied Marty. After all, he couldn't exactly explain to Zach that Calvin came from an alternate reality.

"Oh, here they are, now," said Zach, as he glanced towards the front of the school. "Hey, Joey and Billy, come meet Calvin! He's the one dressed up as Scott Howard, from Teen Wolf."

"Oh, hello, Calvin," said one of the boys. "I'm Joey Landvatter. I play the keyboards."

"Yeah, and I'm Billy Winterson," said the other boy. "I play the drums. Do you play an instrument, Calvin? I must say, your twin really has such a passion for music."

"Uh, yeah," replied Calvin, nervously, "I, uh, play the guitar. I had a band, too."

"Wow!" Billy gasped amazed. "Just like your twin, eh? That is very amazing!"

"I was wondering if I could, uh, play the rhythm guitar," Calvin said, quietly.

"Well, first, we'll have to hear you play," explained Joey. "It would be pretty nice to have a pair of twins in our band, though - so I'm definitely open to the idea."

"So, Calvin, where did you come from?" asked Billy.

"Uh, I'd rather not talk about it," Calvin replied, quietly.

"It's okay, Cal," Billy said, softly. "We don't have to. I can imagine it's maybe a little upsetting to you. Anyway, it looks like supper is just about ready to be seved."

oooooooooo

As the dance was just about to start, Calvin watched Marty dancing with Jennifer. He felt that Jennifer made a rather pretty fairy princess. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of envy for his twin. Suddenly, an obnoxious loud voice interrupted him.

"Hey, the big M!" called out a tough-looking guy - who was dressed as a goblin, and was flanked by three other goblins. "How's it hangin', McFly?"

"I, uh..." stammered Calvin. Just then, Marty ran up to the gang.

"What the hell?" gasped Needles, as his eyes opened very wide. "Two of you?"

"Yes," Marty said, firmly, "the person you're messing with is my twin, Calvin."

"Why are you both dressed up as Michael J Fox characters?" Needles demanded. "He's a no-good Canadian who wants to be an American!"

"Hey, now, what do you have against Canadians?" Marty demanded. "Many of my favourite bands come from Canada."

"What are you doing - listening to Canadian bands, McFly?" Needles asked, smirking. "Aren't you proud to be an American?"

"Well, I'm most certainly thankful to be an American - if that's what you mean," Marty replied, firmly. "I'm thankful to live in a free country, where we're entitled to freedom of choice - and I choose to exercise my freedom of choice to listen to whatever music I damn well please! So there!"

"Yeah, why don't you go to Cuba?" added Calvin. "How does choosing to listen to bands from another country make you not proud of your nationality?"

"I'm damn proud to be an American," continued Marty, "but I'm also deeply ashamed to have people like you in this country. It's people like you that perpetuate the 'arrogant and ignorant American' stereotype. You really are a major disgrace to this country, dickhead!"

"Ugh, you little punk..." Needles started to say, then he saw Mr. Strickland staring at them.

"Is their a problem here, kids?" Mr. Strickland demanded, rather sternly.

"Uh, no," replied Needles, "we were just goofing around - weren't we, McFly?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," stammered Marty.

"Well, you'd better watch it, you slackers," mumbled Mr. Strickland - as he started to walk away, without saying another word.

"Come on, you two," Jennifer told the twins. "Just ignore Needles. We won't let him ruin our night for us, will we? I think Needles is just jealous that he's not cute like you guys - or like Michael J Fox, for that matter."

"I agree, Jenn," said Calvin. "Even though, I must say, that gang seems pretty tame - compared to Biff Tannen and his gang. Now they were very terrifying!"

"Well, anyway, Marty and Calvin," Jennifer told the twins, "why don't you two stand by the skeleton over there? Put your arms around each other."

"Okay, we'll do that," Marty told Jennifer, as he flashed her a lopsided smile.

Marty and Calvin then stood next to the skeleton, as they put their arms around each other. Calvin smiled warmly at the camera, as Jennifer snapped three photos of them.

The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and The News then began to play - as Marty reached out for Jennifer, and the two of them headed over for the dance floor.

Calvin smiled to himself. This world might not really be heaven - but it really was much better, than the Hell Valley Universe. Calvin went up to the snack table, to grab more brownies. This was turning out to be a rather exciting night.