Spoiler Alert: I marry a Murphy

School dance part two

Small trigger warning for catcalling.

That's about it

The night of the school dance rolled around and Milo found himself in a tie and blazer, walking down the street to your house. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so nervous. You were one of his best friends! One of the best he's ever had! Everything would be fine!

Everything would be fine.

Milo turned into your driveway, dancing around a large puddle and narrowly dodging a spray of water as a sprinkler broke, the head flying out into the street.

Oops.

Knock knock knock!

Milo slowly released the door knocker, breathing a sigh of relief when it didn't immediately fall apart.

Turning, he rifled through his backpack for a new sprinkler head as the door opened. Milo found the sprinkler head, looking back up to lock eyes with your father.

"Uh, hello, Mr. L/n. I'm sorry about your sprinkler head. It broke. Murphy's law, you know. Anyway, here's a replacement that should fit, if it doesn't I have a few other sizes at home." He held out the sprinkler head to him, hoping that he didn't speak too fast.

Mr. L/n looked taken aback. 

"Oh, thank you, Milo. That was very considerate of you. Come inside. Y/n's in her room."

Nodding, Milo walked in the door and was escorted to the kitchen.

"Now," Mr. L/n stood on the other side of the island counter, crossing his arms, "I expect you to give Y/n a good time tonight and stay out of trouble. And you better be home by eleven. Do you understand?"

Milo nodded, "Yes sir! I-"

"Heya, Milo."

Milo cut himself off, looking to the source of your voice. He turned bright red. You were standing at the top of the staircase, a small smile gracing your face. Your dress was a lovely, form fitting (color that looks best on you), with matching (heels or flats). A small amount of natural (skin color) makeup painted your face, just enough to bring out your natural features.

You giggled at his expression, feeling your heart quicken in your chest.

"Aha... you... you look nice, Milo."

Milo blinked. "You-you look amazing! I love your dress, it really fits you!"

"Thank you," your feet make soft thumps on the carpeted stairs as you hurry down them, smirking at your adoptive father. "I hope Dad hasn't been giving you too hard of a time. I had to  negotiate quite a bit to make him promise not to attempt to scare the living daylights out of you."

"W- well, he kept his promise. Everything's fine."

Mr. L/n nodded, "I did. You're a good kid, Milo. Y/n, send your mom and I lots of pictures and be back home by eleven. You understand?"

"I know dad." Inside, you breathed a sigh of relief. Your parents had taken a little bit of time to get comfortable with the idea of their daughter going to a dance with the local walking danger magnet, but you convinced them of Milo's abilities to protect you from any Murphy's Law type disasters.

You took Milo's arm, running your fingers along the fabric of his blazer. "Shall we get going?

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"Ok, ok, my turn- Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Police."