Disclaimer: I don;t own Milo Murphy's Law or any of it;'s characters. Just waiting for any announcement of a season 3 (anywhere but Disney +)

Special thanks to my good friend ArendAlphaEagle for his help with this chapter

"I really wish you'd let me talk ya out of this," Dakota said to Cavendish as they made their way to the school the next afternoon.

"Dakota, I would hope that no person of authority would treat a child like that! I would hope NO ONE would treat a child like that! This woman needs to explain herself and she needs to do it right now!"

Dakota opened his mouth to point out the hypocrasy in Cavendish's own words, but decided not to. Besides, he figured, they didn't know Milo too well at the time, so the whole thing was basically a big misunderstanding. This principal did know Milo for years, and it was obvious his feelings WERE very hurt over this.

As they entered the school building they were greeted with huge shouts of 'HELL NO, HE CAN GO! HELL NO, HE CAN GO! HELL NO, HE CAN GO!'. As they approached the office they found it was coming from a whole group of the 8th graders all sitting by the entrance to the Principal's door. They were all waving signs that said things like:

'Everyone attends a dance!'

'The Principal is unfair!'

'People with conditions have rights too!'

'8th Grade dance is for the WHOLE 8th Grade!'

Cavendish and Dakota carefully made their way to the Principal's door, carefully stepping around the sitting students, mumbling 'Excuse me, pardon me, pardon me, children.'

"'Scuse me, pardon me," Dakota followed. "Scuse me...hi kids," he said to Zack and Melissa, who were right in the middle of this, obviously leading this protest. "'Scuse me, Scuse me..."

Finally they reached the door and Cavendish knocked on it angrily, waiting for the 'come in'.

Cavendish opened up the door. "Excuse me, are you the woman who runs this establishment?"

"Yes, I am."

Canvendish and Dakota then stormed into the room. "Well, you are JUST the person I want to see!" he exclaimed, slamming the door.

"Got a minute?" Dakota asked.

"A minute, yes. What may I do for you?"

"It's what you haven't done, first and foremost," Cavendish began. "In particular your treatment of our good friend Milo Murphy."

"What's this we hear that he can't attend this school dance?!" Dakota broke in.

"Well, given the circumstances of Murphy's Law we feel that it wouldn't have been a good idea for him to attend."

"What we, who's we, what is this we?" Dakota broke in. "From what we heard from Milo only YOU told him he couldn't come!"

"Were other teachers involved in this decision?" Cavendish asked. "Because if there were we would very much like to speak to them."

"No, it wasn;t the other teachers." Milder answered. "In fact quite a lot of them feel the exact way the both of you do about this."

"Either you overturn this decision, or we go straight to the Superintentent of this place and tell him what an unfair form of behavior this was!"

"That...isn;t exactly going to work."

"Pray tell, why not?"

"I didn;t have final decision in this."

"Then who, may I inquire to interrogate?" Cavendish asked.

"The Superintendent of the School, the one you would complain too," Milder admitted. "We had a meeting a few days before and he said that because of the importance of this event, and the chance of Murphy's Law acting up it wouldn;t be a good idea for Milo to come. Believe me, this was not my overall original idea and I did fight against it.."

"You apparently didn;t fight enough," Dakota said. "Breaking the heart of a poor innocent kid who's been nothing but good and respectful to you!"

"Look," Milder said. "The school is under a tight budget already as it is! Ever since that irresponsible school board went and bought that yacht we've been in a lot of financial trouble.."

"And that's HIS fault?!" Cavendish said. "You're going to blame an irresponsible treasury department on him?!"

"No, that's not what I'm doing!"

"Ya wanna pin anything else on him too?!" Dakota said. "Does the Superintendent of yours wanna blame bad school lunches or leaky faucets on him?! Why not blame one too many snow days on him too!"

"Look!" Midler said. "I did not like doing this! You think I wanted to?! But I am NOT the main bad guy here!"

"So you feel you're being blamed on something that's not entirely your fault? Well, now ya know how Milo feels!" Dakota said. "And it;'s not like you're 100% innocent!"

"May we quote you, 'We're trapped on this island with a walking disaster magnet!'"

"Nice way to talk about a child there! Right in front of him too!"

"Look, when I said that..."

"How DARE you talk about a child like that! He's a 14 year old kid!" Cavendish exclaimed.

"Look, it's like I said the Superintendent backed me into a corner here! We felt too many things could go wrong if Milo was invited!"

"But doesn't he always try to fix the things when they fall apart? Sometimes even improve them as a lot of your students would definitely point out!" Cavendish pointed out.

"I tried to tell him that but he wouldn't listen."

"You're breakin my heart," Dakota said.

Meanwhile Elliot had come into the main hallway with a bullhorn followed by Ms. Murawski. "Attention, all of you," Elliot began. "You're all violating important safety standards! You're blocking the entrance to this building and causing major disturbance." He looked frustrated seeing as how none of the crowd was paying attention and only kept yelling louder. Melissa and Zack, who were sitting right in the middle of the crowd in particular, gave him filthy looks and started to lead the chat even louder than before.

"HELL NO, HE CAN GO! HELL NO, HE CAN GO!"

Meanwhile Ms. Murawski was bouncing up and down, obviously finding this not only amusing but catchy. Elliot yelled into the bullhorn again. "If this is not cleared up in ten minutes the Principal will not be held accountable for.." he stopped when he looked to his left. "Do you mind, Ms. Murawski?!" he said angrily before taking off.

Meanwhile Cavendish and Dakota were still having their "Talk" with Principal Milder. "Don't you think he has feelings?!" Dakota said. "You don't think he wanted to go to this dance?"

"I'm aware, but this dance isn't your typical dance at the gym here. This is a big fancy ball-like dance, almost like a high school prom. It's gonna be held at a fancy banquet hall with professional catering services and due to the school board and their yacht purchase we had to cut corners just to be able to have the last two eighth grade dances there..."

"Again, is that the kid's fault your higher-ups are spendthrifts?!" Dakota asked. "They're the ones who are irresponsible so the poor kid has to suffer?!"

"Who is this Superintendent?" Cavendish asked. "What's his name so that we may speak to him?"

"I'm afraid I can't give out that information, it's classified."

"Never mind, we have ways of finding out," Cavendish said. "Thank you for your time," he and Dakota turned to go. As soon as they opened the door the chant was heard practically pouring into the room, louder than ever:

HELL NO, HE CAN GO, HELL NO HE CAN GO!

"What on Earth's going on out there?!" Milder cried out, standing up.

Cavendish basically tipped his hat to the Principal as if to say, 'This is your problem now' as he and Dakota quickly left the room.

Meanwhile far away from the school and unaware of the ruckus (due to Melissa and Zack not wanting either of them to find out about it), Amanda and Milo were taking a walk in the park. Even though Milo still felt pretty bad he was doing his best to cheer Amanda up. Tenderly he held her hand and carefully looked around him first to make sure Murphy's Law didn't act up.

"It won't be so bad," Milo said, trying to cheer Amanda up. "Really, don't worry about me, I'll be OK." They sat down on a nearby bench, after Milo quickly inspected it to make sure it wouldn't fall down.

"Oh, Milo...I don't want to go without you!" Amanda said defiantly. "If you can't go to this, I won't go either."

"But, Amanda, you have to go!" Milo said. "You're the one in charge of this! You're the Head of the Dance Committee..."

"And the Refreshment Committee and the Committee to Head All the Other Committees," Amanda continued. "And I wish I wasn't now."

"Amanda, don't say that!" Milo said. "NO one can put together events like you can! You're so talented and smart and gifted when it comes to planning and organizing. You're incredible!"

"Oh, Milo, you're so sweet to say so."

"I mean it, Amanda. You know I don't lie, especially not to you. I love how organized you are and how well you can put things together. Every event you plan amazes me."

"Really Milo?"

"Really. Besides, you've already put together most of this, I don't think you'd be allowed to back out now. As the Head Organizer of this, I think you're obligated to be there."

"Oh Milo, it just won't be the same without you."

"Well...listen...I've got an accordian lesson in the afternoon anyway. I'll just practice my new piece that night. All the better for Just Getting Started's next concert, right?"

"Right," Amanda said, managing to smile a bit.

"Have you found a new band yet to take our place?"

"Not yet."

"Well, you'll find one soon, I know it."

"I really wish it was your band, Milo. I'm really going to miss you," she looked down at her lap. "I really wanted to go with you."

"And I really wanted to take you," Milo admitted. "But, it's OK. I mean, just because we can't go to the school dance together doesn't mean we can't do other things together. " He put his arm around her shoulders. "How about we have pizza and go to a movie this Saturday? Just you and me. I'll let you pick out the movie."

Amanda managed to smile. "All right."

"I hope it won't take up too much of your enjoyment hours."

"Oh Milo, the time I spend with you is part of my enjoyment hours!"

Milo carefully took off his backpack and pulled something out of the front pocket. "I have something to cheer you up," He said and showed her what was in his hand. Amanda gasped at what was there- a beautiful sparkling crystal box shaped like a star. It looked like it was made out of tiny diamonds. "You remember when I told you about our adventure with the Octilians?" Amanda nodded. "Well, before we left the Commander gave each of us this box as a thank you present for saving her daughter," he lifted the lid and took out a beautiful necklace from inside it. It had a lovely crystal star dangling from a small silver chain. The star shimmered and sparkled and looked like it had tiny crystals inside it.

"Milo, it;s beautiful!" Amanda exclaimed.

"It's actually made of crystals from their home planet and actual stones taken from the moon," Milo exclaimed. All of us were given boxes with this necklace inside of it as thank you presents from the Octilians. I want you to have it, Amanda," He slowly put the necklace around Amanda's neck.

"Milo..." she whispered.

"Fits you perfectly," Milo says.

"Milo, it;s so beautiful!" Amanda carefully fingered the lovely star that now dangled from her neck. "I'll take good care of it," she promised, giving him a tender hug. She softly kissed him on the cheek, trying to control her now pounding heart. Milo slowly lifted her hand and kissed it gentily, watching how the crystals sparkled in the bright sunlight. "Oh, Milo, I l..." she quickly stopped herself. She dare not say THAT! It was far too soon, and they were only 13 and 14! She couldn't feel this way about someone at so young an age...could she? "I love this necklace!" she corrected herself.

"I love how it looks on you," Milo said. "Wear this at the dance, OK? Then you'll know I'm thinking of you."

Amanda rested her head on his shoulder, afraid she might cry.

Meanwhile Cavendish and Dakota were making their way down the backyard and they happened to overhear Elliot at his corner.

"All this fuss over someone who's such a menace it's a blessing he's not going to this!"

Cavendish and Dakota stopped in their tracks and whirled around angrily. "Pardon me," Cavendish said, "What was that you just said?"

Elliot turned around. "What's it metter to you what I said?"

"Milo happens to be our friend," Dakota said. "And we do NOT appreciate anything you just said right now!"

"Oh he;s your friend is he? And you're still alive?"

"Yes, we are." Cavendish said. "Are you the security guard here?" he asked, noticing Elliot's sign.

"What;s it to you?"

"I happen to have great respect for crossing guards, and great malice for people posing as them. You have no right to judge Milo anymore than a doctor has to judge a court hearing!"

"Hey, what I said just now isn;t any of your business!"

"Milo's our pal, and that makes it our business, pal!" Dakota said. "He's feeling rotten enough as it is and he don't need you to make him feel worse!"

Elliot stodd up. "Look, that kid is a menace and he wrecks everything he just passes by! You expect me to have percy for him, to just pat his shoulder and say 'It;s all right, go ahead and wreck everything you touch?"

"It's not the kid's fault and you should know that!"

"Get off my block right now!"

"Now you either stop judging Milo right now, or I go right back into that building and tell the Principal what a malicious contemtable fraud you are!"

"Mind your own damn business!"

Cavendish glared at him. "There's only one way to deal with people like you. You're heartless. You have no moral..."

"You gonna leave?"

"Yes," Cavendush said slowly...

TAP!

before he grabbed his cane and rapped Elliot hard on his head, causing him to fall backward on his chair.

Dakota followed him out. "That goes double for me!" he snapped before turning to Cavendish. "GOD, that was beautiful!" he said.

Later that afternoon Amanda was sitting on her bed, staring at a framed picture she normally kept on her nightstand. It was a very recent picture and it was of her, Lydia, Milo, Zack, and Melissa that Halloween. Milo had invited her to come trick-or-treating with him and his friends and to see his makeshift Haunted House he had made out of an old fire truck. She had taken Lydia with her and they all had such fun! She was wearing a Cuban Dancing Girl costume her mother had made for her while Lydia was dressed as Snow White. Melissa was a cowgirl, Zack was a sailor and Milo was a pirate. Before they had all left her mother had taken a biog picture of all of them. Which Amanda had had framed and was sitting on her nightstand. Now she was holding it in her arms, gazing at her and Milo in the picture. They were standing side-by-side and she had dared to hold his hand just before the picture snapped. She smiled, remembering how impressed she was seeing his homemade Haunted House and how thrilling he had made it. She lowered the picture onto her lap and ran her hand over the cool glass. It was so strange. Murphy's Law used to scare her so much that, even though she had nothing against Milo she went out of her way to avoid him. Now, she couldn't stop thinking about him! Where she before had told him to stay away from everything. Now she longed to have him right next to her. She longed to go back in time and relive Halloween all over again!

She wanted to go to the dance with him so badly. Now if she heard him say 'Let me help', she would be all ears. Her hand went to her neck and she fingered the lovely crystal star that dangled from her neck. "Milo..." she whispered, wishing he could be there to hear it. Even though she didn't want to go to this dance now, she would have to, like Milo pointed out. But she would be sure to wear the necklace...so she would know that Milo was with her in a way...

But it wouldn't be the same.