Disclaimer: I don't own Milo Murphy's Law or any of the characters, and I hope along with all of you that this show will get a 3rd season

The next week Milo Zack and Melissa were walking down the hallway toward the music room to meet Mort there for band practice, chatting a mile a minute about the upcoming dance.

"This is gonna be great," Milo said, "I've been waiting for this ever since 6th grade."

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Zack asked.

"Definitely," Milo answered. "Wait till you see it, it;s gonna be great. We better go shopping for some new suits this weekend, then we better see about corsages. This is a really formal thing. Kind of like a High School Prom, only it's for 8th graders. And knowing Amanda it's gonna be the biggest event of THE year!" Melissa couldn't help but notice the proud tone on Milo's voice when he said that. She exchanged a grin with him, happy because her best friend was happy.

"Where is Amanda anyway?" Melissa asked.

"She had to go to a few committee meetings this afternoon, then her sister wanted her to come home early so she can work on her dress."

"This is gonna be big, huh?"

"Huge!" Milo smiled from ear to ear. Zack couldn't help but nudge him.

"Sooooooo...how ARE things going with you and Amanda?" he asked. Melissa nudged him with her arm, but Milo didn't seem to mind.

"Great! I already know what kind of corsage I want to give to her, I saw the perfect one in the flower shop just this weekend! It's her favorite color, and I know it;s gonna look so pretty on her. Of course I'm probably gonna have to ask Mom to go in there and order it for me. Don;t wanna take a chance on the glass breaking...Murphy's Law and all that." Milo held his accordian case close. "I still can;t believe that she and I are actually gonna be going to this together. I mean...of course I've thought about what it would be like to take her...ya know...but I never thought...I mean...you know...her...and me...she loves order and she's an amazing planner..."

Melissa put her arm around her friend. "Why not? Ya are a great guy, Milo, once you put aside Murphy's Law, and she knows that." She hugged him close. "No, really, I mean that! You're smart, fun, clever.."

"Ya can play a killer accordian!" Zack said. "You ever decide to serenade Amanda with the sweet melodies of it.." he stopped when Melissa punched his arm.

Milo laughed. "Oh no...no, no, no. I don't think a serenade on an accordian would sound too good." Just then they happened to pass Principal Milder in the hallway.

"Oh, Milo, there you are," she said, stopping him suddenly. "I've been looking for you, I need to talk to you for a moment."

"Sure, Principal Milder."

The Principal took Milo to a corner of the room. Unknown to her Melissa and Zack secretly edged closer to hear. "Milo," she began uncomfortably, "Are you planning to go to the dance?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am," Milo said. "But don;t worry, I promise I'll be extremely careful and I'll load my backpack with extra stuff to make sure things go all right."

"Ah...yeah..about that," she said. "Look, Milo, this is nothing personal. You're a fine young man and everything, and you do have good manners, which are very much appreciated. But.."

"Yes?"

"Well, this 8th Grade dance is a really big event. I mean, the students look forward to it all year,"

"Oh I know. I definitely am! I'm gonna get my brand new suit this weekend and.."

"Yeah, Milo, look, again nothing too personal. But well, with you and Murphy's Law...well. I think it would be better to not take any sort of chances. This is a big event, the Dance Committee is putting in a lot of effort and work into this."

"Oh I know, Amanda's been telling me about it."

"Yeah, well, all things considered, Milo...I just don't think it would be a good idea if you came."

At those words Milo turned pale. "I...I can't go?" Melissa and Zack gasped when they overheard that.

"I'm sorry, Milo, again it's nothing personal. But this is the Biggest Event of 8th grade and we just can't have Murphy's Law messing it all up. You understand, don't you? Everybody has put in a great deal of effort into making this event amazing...and we just don't want to disappoint them."

"But, I would be super careful! I would load up my backpack and make sure..."

"Milo, Milo, look it's not that I don't believe you, but I just can't take a risk. I'm sorry, but this dance means a lot to so many people, and I'm afraid I just can;t let you go."

"Despite the fact that this dance meant a lot to Milo too," Melissa said angrily. Zack had to hold her back, even though he felt the exact same way.

"Now, Milo, your invitation, please?"

Milo slowly took off his backpack and rooted through it for the invitation that was mailed to all the students earlier that week. He slowly handed it to her. "Ok..." he said softly, hiding the tears that were in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Milo, but this is really for the best." Milo just nodded and quickly walked toward the exit with his head down so no one would see him cry. Melissa ran out the door after him and Zack followed after secretly giving the Principal a dirty look.

The Principal turned to go into her office...only to run into Ms. Murawski, Mr. Drako, and Ms. White.

All giving her looks that could melt glass.

Meanwhile Amanda was home, pacing around the kitchen in her bra and a slip, watching Teresa putting the finishing the touches on a communion dress that she was converting into a party dress.

"Por favor, Teresa, Make the neck lower," she pleaded.

"Stop it, Amanda," Teresa said.

"One inch! How much can one little inch do?"

"Too much."

"Teresa, it's supposed to be a dress for dancing, no longer for going to Church!"

"With some of these boys, you can start in dancing and end up going to Church!"

Amanda got offended. "He is NOT like that and you know it!"

"I didn't say HIM, I said boys in particular."

"Por favor, one little inch! Una pequena pulgada*..." she tried to give her sister a pair of scissors.

Teresa took them and put them to her side. "Mama made me promise..."

Amanda gave her a wicked look and paced around the kitchen. "I think I will tell Mama and Papa about what you and Christopher were doing in the balcony of the movies last Saturday instead of chaparoning us!"

Teresa stood up. 'I will tear this dress to shreads!"

"NO! But maybe if you could manage to lower the neck?" she said, giving her sister the scissors again.

Teresa again took them. "Next year."

"Next year we will be in high school, we will be old enough to go steady, and no one will care if it's down to there!"

"Down to where?"

"Down to here!" she indicated her waist.

Teresa then stood up. "Here, it;s finished!" she helped her sister into it. "Well?"

Amanda gasped as the took in the lovely dress. "Oh eh...it;s a beautiful dress! I love you!" she happily embraced her sister as her parents came into the kitchen.

Her mother gasped. "Amanda...oh Miel**, you look so beautiful!"

Amanda spun around happily. "Look Papa, look what Teresa did! Is it not beautiful?"

"Yes.." he went over and kissed his daughter. "You look lovely! Milo's gonna be a lucky fellow!"

"Now that's a sentence you don't hear everyday," Teresa couldn't resist saying. Just then the phone rang Her father went to answer it.

"Hello? Ah, Milo, hello, how are you? Yes, she's right here, hold on," he took the phone to Amanda. "It's for you, Miel, it's your date. He wishes to converse with you."

Amanda happily took the phone. "Hi, Milo." Slowly her face fell. "What?! But...who told you that? But...but why? But...that's not right! How could...uh huh...yeah...sure...yes, I understand. Right, OK,...bye." She slowly hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" her mother asked.

"Milo...he can;t take me to the dance. The Principal just told him that because of Murphy's Law...he can't come to the dance at all. He;s not allowed to." Her family stared at this news open-mouthed. Amanda pulled off the dress. 'I guess I..won;t be needing this.." she gave iot back to Teresa and ran up to her room.

*- One little inch

**- Honey.