Welcome to the first chapter of a new story of mine called "Our Perfect World"! This is a sequel to "Hold My Hand", another my story, so to fully understand the situation, you should read the whole story. It can be confusing if you just pick up from here and haven't seen anything of the prequel.

You can find "Hold My Hand" in my profile, it's pretty much up there.

Anyway, enjoy this at its fullest!

The sun of summer never stopped getting brighter as Danville was experiencing the hottest period of the year.

Right at the Lopez residence, in one of the perfectly beautiful rooms, Amanda tried to sleep for more after an exhausting camping trip she had with her friends the day before.

Her most recent habit was not to turn on the air conditioner at night to save all the money from overusing electricity. That however, was apparently her very first mistake of the day.

"…why is it this hot…?" she exclaimed while sweating and trying to cool herself in many ways. Fluffing her pijama time to time to dry her body. Using her pillow to cover her neck, and so on.

"Amanda, please do wake up!" her mom said sweetly from the kitchen. "It's time for your delicious breakfast."

"Honey, obviously your omelet has to wait. She needs to brush her teeth first," Bruno said knowingly. "It should be tasted delicious in other's mouth right away."

"Come on, you know Amanda needs to get all of her energy back after an exhausting trip. It's been a day off though…" Amanda could only hear her mother saying from there.

The heat was getting on her way and now, the annoyingly adorable parents of her was trying to wake her up.

Amanda got up immidiately and wore her slipper in frustation, "Dang it, stupid heat and the delicious breakfast."

She then breathed in and out once to relax herself before going to the bathroom. Oh, and she responded to her parents too.

"Trying not to steal my breakfast, Dad!"

"Qué? I'll never do such things…" Bruno chuckled and defended himself.

In the bathroom, Amanda quickly changed to her casual clothes. She didn't wear jeans too often though. She wore shorts more than usually since she saw how Milo moved comfortably while wearing those. Also, she was slowly getting used to not wearing jacket and having only a white t-shirt, at least inside her house. Melissa once ridiculed her back at the camp while Milo was charming to her as always, by complimenting that she seemed to have more freedom with that look.

Speaking of Milo, she was still in the mood of pondering and thinking while doing the whatever routine to make her teeth clean. She had been thinking of it since the good news was announced to her.

Her father could get the trophy for telling best dad's jokes ever if there was one. Though, he didn't joke one bit about her family winning a 12-people trip to Arizona.

Only three people under the house where Amanda lives, so the idea of inviting relatives was undoubtedly the first option. But much to Bruno's dismay, they seemed to get busy at… something the father would call 'enjoying summer at home.'

Amanda, suddenly, thought of an absurd and unintentional thought – the Murphy family. Sure, the more the merrier when the Murphys joined in, but she was aiming to invite Milo, again, to her trip.

The trip to Arizona also included a field trip for two teenagers aged from 10-15. They would get a chance to experience in a high school, where there will be students who they will call 'seniors', a whole new studying environment. That sure would help Amanda a lot.

But she thought it would be stupid if she went there alone. What if she went there with Zack? Well, Amanda didn't quite agree with the idea of having either Zack or Melissa go with her. It wasn't like she didn't appreciate them but… they wouldn't be a great match for her during the field trip.

Besides, she knew Zack and Melissa are a thing, vaguely and claimed to herself that it would be a crime if trying to separate them.

And just that, she thought of Milo, but how it would be turning out to her parents? Would they agree? And how would the trip turn out with two families?

A hell lot of questions had been bugging her. But though, they wouldn't know if they didn't use the chance.

So it was settled. She made her final decision – to talk to her parents after spitting the last of the water in her mouth.

Five days after Amanda announced the idea to her parents, and the good news to the Murphy family, the two families met together and went to Arizona on a van the Lopez family just rented.

The weather just got warm enough - a perfect condition to start a far-away trip.

The Lopez were waiting for Milo and his family but they seemed to have a few problems that they didn't know of.

"Where could they be? Five minutes pass and they haven't come."

"I'm sure they will. Don't worry," Amanda comforted her mom.

She was wearing a pink shirt, white dress and wearing a cute white ferdora.

After a long time they have been friends, she guessed it was Murphy's Law messing things up.

For who had already got used to it, Amanda hoped Milo's family could solve it in time.

"Hello? Sorry, we're late!" the voice came from none other than the jinx Milo Murphy. Zack and Melissa also came by and helped him with all three heavy bags; and Martin, Brigete and Sara followed behind.

"Oh, there you guys are. We have been waiting for all of you," Bruno cheerfully said. Part of him was relieved when the Murphys came a few minutes late.

"Sorry, been keeping track of all the stuffs we have dropped on the way," Martin replied. "Man, we have been confident that we could easily bring our stuffs all the way here."

"Murphy's Law never rests!" Milo exclaimed before turning to his two best friends. "And thanks for the help, Zack and Melissa. That was a big help from you guys."

"Don't mention it. All for the best trip of yours!" Zack said.

"I was informed by Amanda that you two would go on a trip to Arizona. Zack was informed by me and we decided to check over your family today. Looks like you need our help after all," Melissa informed.

"Thanks, guys. Really appreciate it," Sara rubbed both of their hairs. "Though… we shall say goodbye here."

"Oh, right…" Zack chuckled awkwardly. His expression showed that he tried to shrug off a bit of his sadness away with an awkward smile.

"Yeah. It's nice to travel around sometimes, right…" Melissa wasn't any better.

"Cheer up, guys. We will call you once we get there," Amanda comforted both of them. However, she apologetically faced down after telling them another sad news. "Although… we have some empty spots left… but I called the manager and he said… the trip is limited to two families so… I… am… incredibly—so-"

"Oh come on. You guys can rest up without Murphy's Law bothering you," Milo just knew how to lighten the mood. "We have done this once with my family vacation remember? So quit whining! And from today, Veronica is in charge of keeping our house for quite some time. And also, stop betting each other."

Melissa grinned devilly, "Like you can stop us…"

Her eyes showed Milo a bit of her anger there but at least she felt a little better.

"Have a good trip, Milo. Don't wake up any quiet volcano around you," Zack joined in and hugged his best friend.

"Aw, thanks Zack," Milo accepted his hug.

"Can I, too?" Melissa sweetly requested.

"Sure."

"Aww… you babies… let your big sister hug you all," and Amanda made it a group hug of the quartet.

Milo – a jinx and a delightful boy.

Melissa – a brave girl and the smart one in the group.

Zack – until he can think of anything better after having retired from beind a boyband for almost a year, you know he stays for any kind of shenanigans Milo has.

And last but not least, Amanda – who is recently warming up with Milo and appreciates him as a friend. She who has the chance to spend more time with him and his family.

Just wait for what would happen next for Milo and his friends.

"Wait until you see a flood of my message on your phone," the orange-haired girl threatened.

Milo, Zack and Amanda silently widened their eyes.

At the dingy Strip Mall, which is the only place to stay for Dakota and Cavendish as always, things went totally dark for Cavendish.

He couldn't barely see a small sheer of light, though he had pretty been pretty sure he was fully awake from the nice sleep.

At the same time, they didn't know that Milo and Amanda had already set their foot far away from Danville temporarily. Before that, they got plenty of savings from the Time Bureau for having successfully finished the mission.

They weren't exactly sure why, but ever since they reset the timeline and started over from the moment when they received another new mission from Mr. Block, their fortune slowly increased.

Once, they were assigned to protect the super antique vases. Unfortunately, the law of nature cut some of the vases into small pieces but they weren't blamed for it. The number of vases they protected was just enough to mark their mission as 'success.'

If that didn't prove enough for their sudden fortune then here's another proof.

Not too long ago, they had received another mission from Mr. Block. The same guy as usual, who expected nothing from the two in every mission he assigned for them. That in-character attitude made them somehow relieved.

Finding a rare artifact lying underground was never an easy job in the Renaissance time. Especially when it is said to keep secret treasure.

Their fortune could have drastically overturned if the treasure they were looking for after having searched the vase for 10 hours time square root of 9 was worth their effort. They immidiately thought of a bar of gold. Dakota thought it would contain his favorite snack, however.

The reality really slammed on their blank faces when all they could see inside was a piece of paper.

Dakota read it loud enough for both of them to hear.

"Just as I thought. Nothing is in it. Can this be read through anyhow?" Cavendish complained and groaned. He thought for a while there that he was one step closer to become the wealthy one.

"Hey, don't be sad, buddy. With some missions we have… somehow completed, I'm sure Brick and Savannah won't be able to compete," Dakota comforted his partner.

"Yeah, I know. At least these can help us live happily," the British man quickly overcome his sadness and stood up. "Now come on! We have to report to Mr. Block about this."

The disco man thought while smiling, "Day to day to day to day to day, a week and two days…

Without bothering Milo and Amanda's side for good this time, together we have achieve something we called 'big accomplishment.'

I, Vinnie Dakota, am walking along with my old, grumpy, yet heroic Cavendish. He might be annoying sometimes when trying to be a hero, but he cares for people… no… at his heart… he cares for the humanity, for the Earth.

Because protecting the Earth he loves is what he claimed his very goal for the remaining days he exists in this planet.

I wonder if he ever cares about me, who has gone all the way to save his life and sacrifice my own timeline time to time. The one who somehow convinces Mr. Block to approve us of getting back to the future – our present as we called.

But that didn't matter anymore. If there's anything big and he needs my help then you know I can unconditionally give him a hand.

His love to the Earth… he just wants to be a hero… and he loves the Earth.

Somehow I feel a bit jealous.

My feelings aren't matter to him right now but I'm fine with it.

I'm fine, I'm fine. Cavendish staying like this will be better. Right.

I'm not selfish. I'm not selfish.

I just want him to be whoever he wants and right now we're doing something right.

All this time I have been holding him back…

Wait, what was I thinking? How can these stupid thoughts dominate my head without warning? How do I suddenly feel like I'm going to lose him forever.

Stop, stop thinking about it, me!

I… I guess we need to rest up.

Visiting Renaissance and collecting alien trash for a couple of times in the same week got us all worked up.

By the way, yes, we're doing missions from two agencies existing in two different eras."

After the quest of 'finding treasure', they immidiately set themselves for a nice week-long rest. They also tidied the room for the second time since… the first time they moved to there. An outsider would immidiately realize how filthy they had been.

The basic cleaning was all finished. They then got a hand on shopping basic needs such as food, fruits, and sometimes a few clothes to make themselves a new person.

And last but not least, a bed.

The one they were about to buy was big enough for two of them to sleep in, though it might get a little tight. But if they got the bigger one, it would basically cover the entire width of the room. Their room was… compared to all the rooms marked as rented… the most modest of all.

The bigger one was bought.

Cavendish decided it. He thought of an idea to just pass through the other side of the room on barefoot (with the length that actually fits the width of the narrow room, the room has technically been divided into two sides).

That was fine at first, until Dakota realized it could be a problem to his surprising plan for… about a week later.

Back to the present, Dakota was covering Cavendish's eyes, planning to reveal a surprise for him.

"Oh, a surprise for me. I'm flattered," Cavendish seemed to be eager for what Dakota would have on his sleeves.

"No peeking. Wait here," Dakota directed him. "If it weren't for this large bed, the surprise would be… more surprising."

Dakota constantly pressed buttons on the time communicator in their office. Cavendish didn't know it, as he kept his promise not to look even just a glimpse of it.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!"

Cavendish slowly regained vision when suddenly…

"SURPRISE!"

"GWAWAWAHHHH!" Cavendish fell forward to the bed in the middle of the living room after receving a sudden scream.

"Your reactions are hilarious," a woman giggled.

"So it's your surprise. You and Gretchen have planned this all along, haven't you?" Cavendish muttered.

"I'm surprised you aren't aware any of this, but thanks for your cooperation!" Gretchen bowed and thanked him. Truly a mockery.

"You're seem to be delighted today. What do you want anyway?" the British man stood up and tidied up his casual clothes.

"Well, just come here to congratulate you two on your success streak! Keep it up, pals," the woman then whispered. "Also, Mr. Block is going out for a while so I sneak in and contact you two."

"Who are your pals anyway?" Cavendish leered at her after having received a surprising prank. "Y-you know what. Nevermind. Thanks for congratulating us, but if that's the only reason you call us then sorry, I have some more business to do. Bye-"

"Wait, Cavendish!" Gretchen called him. "Actually, there… is something serious happening and… I need both of your help."

"You do?" Dakota looked at the screen when he asked. "We planned the surprise right? How come I didn't know any of this?"

"By the way, what's with that bouncy platform Cavendish planted his face on?" Gretchen pointed to the bed.

"Oh this, this is a be-"

"Ah, ahhh! And you're just trying to mock me! How can I consider helping you if you keep mocking me like that?" Cavendish was still picking her up.

"She's just goofing around, Cavendish," Dakota rolled his eyes before continuing. "Anyway, this is a bed. As you can see, its length covers the entire room's width. So it basically divides the room into two sides."

"I see… and no worries. Our Cavendish is still a hot-head as always. Anyway…" Gretchen faced down and blushed like a little girl who was waiting for a date. "I have some problems and… they're kind of embarassing… but…"

"Gretchen, trust us. We faced many problems before. We can handle this," Dakota made a 'you can count on me' pose or the like.

"Psch, since you show your weak side, I guess I have to give you a hand after all," Cavendish said cockily.

"Well, thank you… both of you… uh… you see, I just received this message from someone called themselves my old classmate and…" Gretchen boringly informed. "I know what you're thinking, maybe this is a prank but no. I check over his account and by his avatar, I can tell that it's him."

"Oooh…" Dakota and Cavendish exclaimed.

"Intriguing…" Cavendish stated.

"So it's like… you're being a man invited to your party or so. Is that right?" Dakota tried to guess the situation.

Gretchen nodded and continued, "Okay so there are many problems with this. Firstly, I need more information about his invitation. I can text him more later. Secondly, I never attend to a party in my life. Well, there's one in Christmas at Time Bureau but a party with my classmates, never once? Thirdly, I thought my classmates were just dumb friends who had been ignoring me. Now they say they want me to be as delightful as possible in their party. They even sent images. Images… that he sent over about theirs…"

"And forthly, this could be some sort of scam. Psst, you must be having trouble in deciding. Not to worry, we come to help!"

Cavendish performed his heroic act as he exited the room and seemingly reached to his time vehicle.

"Pretty sure he also has that hero thing in his blood."

Gretchen stated after she and Dakota being left in the room of the Strip Mall.

"Aaaand here we are now. Melissa, how many games do you win today?"

"Uuuh… fifteen. You have fifteen, too."

"Coooll…"

"Guys!" Veronica sighed when seeing the incurably boring Zack and Melissa. She was wandering around and thought something like 'she used to babysit Milo in this quiet atmosphere, so how can she cure these two.' Another thought was 'would pizza help them, or mac and cheese?'

"Hey uh… is that rock-paper-scissor kinda your thing?" Zack subconciously questioned while playing the game.

"I don't know. Never once," Melissa calmly replied or to be exact, she didn't know how embarassing the situation Zack made was. "But if it makes things interesting, I think we can consider it…"

"Geez, don't make this story M-rated," Veronica rolled his eyes.

"Gwaaah! Bore-"

Suddenly, a noisy sound and a later explosion were heard.

It seemed like some crimson demon witch had casted her one-per-day Explosion… oof, wrong series.

"That sounds… could it be?" Melissa immidiately snapped out of her tiring mood and questioned the sound.

"It's Doofenshmirtz! He must be inventing something in Milo's backyard," Zack cheerfully said. "Of course, how come I never thought of him!"

"Let's see what he's making this time," Melissa said. Zack agreed before both of them ran all the way to Milo's backyard.

Veronica calmly sat on the sofa and rested up a bit, "Well, guess the sofa and the TV are mine then."

In the backyard, Doofenshmirtz was having some small touches on one of his latest inator.

Based on his expression, he seemed to complain about the unplanned destructive function of the inator.

"Better remove this or I'll be branded as… neighbour terrorist, hehe."

He was about to cut the blue wire inside the inator. There were many wires with different colors in there so he would never hope to make a mistake or something.

"HiDrDwhatyou'reupto?"

Melissa's fast and surprising question startled him. He accidentally cut the red wire and the inator self-destructed.

Doof coughed after the destruction of his inator. He then sarcastically welcomed the appearances of Milo's friends who he used to say as 'don't pay to hang out with him' although those were yesterday's story

"Oh, it's Milo's friends. Well, don't be sorry. This inator is a bust anyway," Doof knew they would apologize for interfering so he planned ahead a comfort.

"G-glad to know… hehe," Zack exclaimed.

"By the way, if you have been lying in there and doing boring stuffs then yes, you now come to the right place!" Doof announced.

Inside the shed, Doof told his backstory and his motivation to make the inator to Zack and Melissa.

"So I know this guy and his name is Gutter-"

"Gutter? Who has that weird name anyway?" Zack raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, yes yes, of course. I was wondering about it in the first place too and a whole lot more questions etc…" Doof continued. "Anway, he's the master of performing small fireworks. One day, I bought a ticket and came there to fulfill my curiosity. I chose the best seat to watch his performance. I was about to review it five stars when suddenly… a small beam came right into my eye!"

"Ouch…" the kids exclaimed.

"Right? It took three days to recover. It's still bruised a little bit up here," Doof then said. "I swear, I'll show my revenge and prove I can do as much as he does."

The man then made a pose when he introduces his inator, "Behold! The Fireworks-Performing-Inator… which isn't here since you startled me and made it self-destruct."

"So you're still evil? I thought you already went on the path to become Professor Time," Melissa said unimpressively.

"No, Milo's friend girl, this isn't evil. It's… called uh… my incurable pettiness or something like that. It's not evil," Doof turned his face around and insisted on himself doing the rightful revenge. "Besides, there's nothing else to do."

"You're just like us, huh?" Zack asked.

"You can put it like that," Doof nooded in agreement. "Milo's gone and there are just three of us – a pharmacist, a girl and a boyband. We can make another TV show like-"

HANGING WITH DR. D!

Da~da~da~

The three looked around for the source of the weird soundtrack just then.

"Where the heck did that come from?" Zack questioned.

"I have no idea where that comes from, hm…" Doof continued. "And I'm sure the sound of the strong wind and the chucking sound coming from a helicopter are not my idea as well."

"Wait, what in the world-?"

Zack, Melissa and Doof went to the backyard.

They saw a helicopter slowly land into Milo's backyard.

The sudden strong wind blew Melissa's hair hard. She wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad sign.

Zack could feel the power of the wind from his hair too. He was wondering what situation would happen to them.

Doof looked at the helicopter in ashtonisment. He didn't seem to care much about the situation since… he didn't really have much hair for himself.

It took a few minutes but the helicopter had reached its destination.

Two teenagers and a pharmacist still stood there. A sudden move could put them in a danger situation.

Something they learn from countless adventures of Murphy's Law.

The door opened and it revealed two men wearing glasses, wearing some kind of clothes for spies. The two sides finally saw each other after the dust coming from the landing had flew pass.

"Sir, it's definitely her! There can be no mistake!" a man whose height seems to be smaller than the other one stated.

"Well then, prepare props. Initiate 'Our Perfect World plan!" another man whose voice seemed to be stricter and he looked taller than the guy before said. Sounded like he was the boss of this kind of plan.

This could be trouble.