Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Nineteen || Mayor Goldie Wilson

The date was November 16th of 1985, and Mayor Goldie Wilson had just gotten elected again.

He smiled into the park bench and reflected upon his prior moments as mayor. He remembered the promise his young self had once said, that he would clean up this town...

And he did. But there was truly one man who he owed it all too.

Calvin Klein.

—

"Look at me!" Goldie had yelled at the young man sitting in front of him. There was a sense of ambition and determination in his eyes, the expression of a man who wouldn't budge. "Do you think I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this slop house?"

"Watch it, Goldie!" His boss snapped behind him. But this didn't seem to phase Goldie.

"No, sir!" Mr. Wilson exclaimed, without a doubt of hesitation in his tone. "I'm going to make something of myself. I'm going to knight school. And one day, I'm gonna be somebody!"

But unbeknownst to the future mayor, the other boy sitting at the café table was stunned. He knew he had seen this man before; his face was recognizable anywhere.

"That's right!" He cried, not stopping himself from his outburst. The words seemed to flow out of him naturally, like smooth silk. "He's gonna be mayor!"

"Yeah, I'm—" but Goldie stopped midsentence. That was an option he had never considered before. A politician? A black man? That was unheard of in Hill Valley history, but it was one that struck Goldie nonetheless. "Mayor!" He slowly repeated. The idea was slowly coming together to him, as he imagined himself on a big podium in front of the town square. "Now that's a good idea... I could run for mayor."

Lou, his white boss, sneered from behind him. He wasn't invested in the idea, thinking that the idea of a black man holding a position of power was nearly impossible in this day and age. "A colored mayor... that'll be the day." He scoffed.

But once again, this didn't seem to faze Goldie. In fact, his thoughts had turned into a sense of raging confidence. His haters were fueling his fire as a state of fact. "Oh you wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor! I'll be the most powerful man in Hill Valley, and I'm going to clean up this town."

To this, Mr. Caruthers gave a slight chuckle at his words. He handed him a broom. "Good," he started. "You can start by sweeping the floor."

But now that Goldie had a plan, none of his words ever phased him again. He knew he was destined for greatness, and he knew that one day he was going to be somebody.

—

And now he was. No more or less thanks to Calvin Klein, a random teenager from a coffee shop, who wore a strange red life preserver and funny look on his face, had led him to the Hill Valley currently standing in 1985. It was incredible that just a few words would set off a chain reaction and lead to a new pathway in Goldie's life.

But Goldie's thoughts were quickly interrupted. As he observed the Town Square, he suddenly heard a crash from behind him. Goldie instinctively spun around on his feet, and ran up to a boy, who was hunched over and doubled in pain. Out of the goodness nature of his heart, he lended the boy his hand. The boy reluctantly began to stand up and agree.

But as soon as the boy looked up, Goldie noticed something. Something very familiar.

Calvin?

Maybe Goldie's mind was playing a trick on him, but it seemed to him that this boy whom he was helping looked incredibly similar to the café boy he had seen in 1955. Even though Goldie approximately met him for only three minutes, he could never forget Calvin Klein's face. After all, he was the man who began his political career.

However, Goldie knew he couldn't just blurt out and ask him this. The kid would probably think he was crazy, and besides— he was naturally polite. He instead shook his head quickly, leaning over the boy. "My goodness, boy, are you alright?" He questioned softly. "You took quite a fall there."

"Yeah, I'm—" but the boy paused mid sentence to stare back at Goldie. It was now Calvin's time to be fascinated. Of course, 'Calvin' knew that this was the mayor, but to Calvin— he meant more. Much more. "—Fine." He finished, with a faint smile on his face. His eyes seemed to hold a wondrous, fascinating expression, almost like he was friends with the man himself. Goldie especially noted his reaction, and seemed to get caught off track. What was so peculiar about this particular interaction? Alas, however, he chalked it up to recognition of the mayor. Most people had to be a little starstruck when they would meet him.

Calvin also took note of Goldie's strange facial reactions back. Noticing he was zoning off a little bit, Calvin cleared his throat and attempt to snap him back to... the present. And this got Goldie's attention, when suddenly a switch flipped in his brain.

"Sorry," Goldie apologized. "You just slightly remind me of somebody that I used to know."

This caught Calvin's attention. "Really?" He asked, with a smirk in his cerulean eyes. That was not the reaction Goldie was expecting— usually, most kids would be bored the second after hearing a statement like that. They would roll their eyes and assume it was a random story from the past. But frankly, Calvin's reaction to Goldie's words were priceless. They both seemed to be intrigued by each other.

"Yes," Goldie confirmed. "And a fine young man, he was too."

Calvin's once clever response turned into a sense of recognition and a little bit of pride. Why pride? Maybe he was over interpreting things— after all, his election was giving him some gray hairs, come to think of it. Of course, that was what it was, him over thinking once again.

Calvin chimed in and brought the both of them back to the future once again. "Well, good seeing you, sir," he responded. In addition to being polite, Calvin also seemed to be quite genuine, from Goldie's perspective. It was nice to see such a young man hold a great respect for the elders, and Goldie couldn't help but think of him in such a positive manner.

"You as well," Goldie kindly responded, nodding his head. Now, there was just one more piece of information he wanted to get. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, Mr...?"

Calvin only smiled in response to the address of his actual name. "I believe you've already known me, Mr. Wilson," he replied. And just like that, on red vest and all, hopped on a skateboard and rode away with his Walkman intact, leaving Goldie in a state of shock. Already known him...?

Goldie was left frazzled for the rest of the day.

And when he got questioned about his odd behavior... well, he could always sum it up to regard his election.