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Marty '86 was sipping on a bottle of Pepsi, and discussing music with Jennifer and Haven - when there was suddenly a knock on the door. Lorraine went to the door and checked to see who their visitors were. Marty '86 felt just a little nervous.
"It's so nice of you to come, Ellen," Lorraine gushed, after she opened the door. "It's so nice to have you here as well, Goldie and Tara! Why don't you three all come in?"
As soon as Marty '86 saw who the visitors were, he realized that they looked very familiar to him. Ellen looked the same as Sally did seven years ago, while the boy looked very much like Goldie Wilson from 1946. The other girl also bore a striking resemblance to Carol Davenport, who he also saw back in 1946.
"Well, hello," Ellen commented - as soon as she caught of Marty '86, Jennifer, and Haven. "You know, two of you look rather familiar to me. My name's Ellen Baines, and these are my two friends. This is Goldie Wilson Jr, and that's Tara Vincent."
"It's a great pleasure to meet the three of you," Marty '86 replied. "My name's Marty Lewis - and these are my friends, Suzy Gruber and Haven Green. So, do the three of you have any plans for this afternoon? We're just, uh, visiting this town."
"Lorraine is my eldest sister," Ellen explained, "so I just came here to to check up on her, my brother-in-law, and my three adorable little neices and nephew. Life just has not been the same for me - ever since my brother, Joey, was arrested a little earlier this year. The two of us have always been very close, as we were growing up."
"My father is running for mayor," Goldie Jr added. "When I get older, I would like to become a mayor, too. He might be the first non-white mayor in this town. It's just a shame that my skin colour even has to be an issue, but some people are so racist."
"It never did make sense to me," Tara added, as she shook her head. "My parents were both friends with Goldie's father, as they were growing up. My father's now in the auto-machanic business, and the relationship between him and Biff Tannen is a bit strained. Biff tried to stiff my dad back in 1955, over all the manure in his car."
"Oh, yeah," Marty '86 replied, nodding, "I still remember how my uncle, Calvin Klein, told me all about it. In a very roundabout way, it was Calvin who was responsible for making George and Lorraine fall in love. I'm pretty sure it would be a hard task."
"Oh, yeah," Ellen commented, "Lorraine did tell me about it a few times. Apparently, George and Lorraine only knew Calvin Klein for a week - but he actually made a big difference in their lives. He even helped George to find his inner strength."
Marty '86 began to feel quite worried, as he suddenly remembered that his older self was also in this year - and, for some reason, he decided to reprise his role as Calvin Klein. It was so strange to think of how much impact his one week spent in 1955 had on his parents. He had a much happier family, after his initial time travel adventure.
"Well, well, well," Lorraine said, as she joined the teens, "I see you're all hitting it off very well. George is about to start the grill, and all of you should feel free to drink as much as you'd like. We sure have enough bottles of Pepsi to go around."
"Hey, Lorraine," Tara added, "my brother was thinking about possibly coming here a little later, with two of his friends. I hope that's all right with you. I can call them."
"Oh, of course," Lorraine replied, cheerfully. "You guys are all like family to us. It's really nice how your family has remained friends with Goldie's family. Your mother even assisted in teaching Dr. Brown's class, when George was in the third grade."
"Yeah, she told me all about how she greatly enjoyed working with Dr. Brown," Tara replied. "My little brother sure has a love interest with Sabrina Palmer, now. Sabrina is close to Dr. Brown, and I know they've been very close for the last ten years."
"Our youngest son, Marty, is also close to him," Lorraine explained. "He even saved my son from being beaten to a pulp by Cliff Tannen and his thugs. What's real ironic is how he's Calvin Klein's uncle. I think he really is a decent enough man."
Marty '86 was stunned, as he listened in on the conversation. It was sure strange to think of how his visits to the three previous decades were coming together, and this was also the same year that he first met Doc. This was sure going to be an eventful week for him. He'd have to pay a visit to the Doc of this year later on that day.
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Meanwhile, Marty '05 was watching his younger self playing with Jules and Verne. It was quite a surreal experience to watch his younger self, and in a reality where his parents were successful. Marty '75 was playing legos with Jules and Verne.
"Daddy says that you helped him to gain confidence in himself," Marty '75 said, to his older self. "He says Biff Tannen used to harass him, when he was in high school."
"Uh, yeah," Marty '05 said, nervously, "he sure used to bully your dad into doing his homework. Your dad really didn't have that many friends, back when he was in high school. He was also extremely shy, especially when it came to talking to girls."
"Why would he be shy about talking to girls?" Marty '75 asked, confused. "I have a lot of friends who are girls, and I just don't see much difference between talking to girls and talking to boys. I try to be friendly to everyone at my school."
"It looks like your parents raised you up well," Marty '05 said, warmly. "When you're a teenager, though, then you really start to see the opposite gender in a new light. I know you don't understand the concept of romance right now - but, as you become a little older, the hormones really start to kick in. It's really hard to explain."
"What does 'romance' mean?" Marty '75 asked. "What are hormones? I can't imagine I would ever feel differently about girls. Anyway, the idea of kissing girls doesn't look very enjoyable to me. In fact, it sounds a little gross. I mean, I kiss my mommy and daddy all the time - but I don't ever kiss them using my tongue."
Marty '05 really had to chuckle at his younger self's naivity. He did interact with older and younger versions of himself before, as well as alternate versions. He even had a chance to hold himself as a baby. It still felt too strange for him to be interacting with his younger self, as a little kid. Marty '75 looked just like his son in 2005, Marty Jr.
"Romance would be when you fall in love with someone," Marty '05 explained. "Also, hormones are, well, it is something that your body produces. Hormones really affect people's attitudes - and, well, it's a little hard to explain to explain how that works."
"I love my mommy and my daddy," Marty '75 commented. "Would that be romance? I also love Dave and Linda, and Zach Nelson, and all of my other friends. I also love my new friends, Tom and Jerry. There really are a lot of people that I love."
Marty '05 burst out laughing, as he replied, "I think it's nice that you love a lot of people! That isn't romance, though. Romance would be the relationship that your parents have. Romance is a little deeper than brotherly love and friendly love."
"So does Mommy love Daddy more than she loves Dave, Linda, and me?" Marty '75 asked, with a pained expression. "I don't want her to love Daddy more than me!"
"Oh, she doesn't exactly love Daddy more than she loves you," Marty '05 explained, gently. He remembered having a rather similar conversation with his own son just a few days ago, in fact. "She simply loves Daddy in a different way. Do you love your parents the same way that you love your friends? Just think about it, Marty."
Marty '75 was deep in concentration for about a minute, before he said, "No, I guess I don't. After all, I can't just come up to my friends to have them kiss my owie - and make it all better. Also, my parents are the only ones to tuck me into bed at night."
"Well, there you go," Marty '05 replied, as he smiled affectionately at his younger self. "Believe me, Marty, your parents really think the world about you. You don't ever have to question their love for you. In their eyes, you're very precious."
"Can I call you Uncle Calvin?" Marty '75 asked, sweetly. "You remind me of my Uncle Toby, in many ways. Mommy told me that you shocked all the dancers back in 1955. So are you musician, too? I would like to become a rock star, when I grow up."
"Uncle Calvin would be fine," Marty '05 replied, as he lifted up his younger self and placed him on his lap. "Yeah, I actually played guitar to the song that your parents kissed to. Remember, if you put your mind to it - you can accomplish anything."
"Daddy says that all the time," Marty '75 gushed, "and so does Doc! So, what bands do you like to listen to? Do you like listening to Led Zeppelin, too? They're really my favourite band. I hope to be able to play the guitar like Jimmy Page, someday."
"I do indeed like Led Zeppelin," replied Marty '05. "You are one real ambitious little boy, I must say." Then, feeling very bad about ignoring Jules and Verne, he turned to them and asked, "How would you kids like me to read you a story? Do you want me to read you Little Red Riding Hood? I know you kids really love that story?"
Marty '75, Jules, and Verne all jumped up and squealed with delight - as Marty '05 went to grab the book. Even though Jules was quite a precocious little boy, he still had an appreciation for children's stories.