A/N: Ok, so I watched Aladdin today and then right after I watched the first episode of BTR, and I just had to write this! And I haven't come across a story like this, but if there is one I really hope mine is different... I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR or Aladdin sadly:(

I'm going to be something great. I have a feeling that I'm destined to be something greater than some lowly, common, street rat. I don't know what I'm going to become, but the winds are changing and I can feel it coming.

As I walked the streets of Agrabah, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Sure I may be a street rat, but I have the face of an angel; or that's what everyone tells me. My chestnut locks, sun tanned skin, and 'million hallalahs' smile keep the ladies and the men on their toes. Although, I find it hard to see anything beautiful behind these tattered, peasant clothes and the thick layer of dust covering my body. The sun rose higher and higher in the Arabian sky and the street vendors retreated into their houses so they could come back out to their stands when it was less hot. This is the opportune moment to get food.

I slinked across one of the stands grabbing a couple of oranges, a few apples, and a honeydew melon, and then moved on to the next one swiping two cucumbers and an avocado. Stuffing them into my burlap sack, I quickly tip-toed backwards. After a few tip-toes I turned and it felt like I bumped into a brick wall, but as I ricocheted off of it I realized that it was one of the city guards. He stood there with the rest of the guards, glairing down at me.

"Well, well, well… if it isn't the little, peasant James, stealing yet again." He bellowed down at me.

"A guy's gotta eat, right Freight?" I smirked up at him and he shot me a cheeky grin.

"You know what this means right James?"

"That you let me go about my marry way and you go and do whatever Freight's do?"

"No. I get to add your hands to my trophy case." He cracked his knuckles and chuckled darkly.

"Umm… I'll pass. Maybe next time!" I turned and sprinted in the opposite direction of the hand-stealing guard.

Taking quick turns and sharp corners, I could hear their shouts become whispers in the desert wind. Soon I quickly found myself at my house. Well, you can't really call an abandoned, broken down apartment that no one ever checks a house, but it's my home. Walking in I was met with the sounds of sneezing; yup, this is home. Sitting in the middle of the floor was my best friend Logan. He and I go back to before we could even talk, and I can't remember my life without him helping me through the crap that it fills up with. I pulled out an apple and threw the rest of the bag into his awaiting arms.

"Great swipe today!" he exclaimed as he opened up the bag and fished out an orange.

"Yeah, I almost lost my hands because of that 'great swipe'."

"Freight and his goons?"

"Yup, but I avoided them with ease." He gave me a thumbs up, but then quickly covered his mouth before a sneeze broke through his lips.

"You ok there buddy?" I asked handing him the piece of fabric laying on his mat.

"Yeah, just this stupid desert dust!" he yelled at the dust coated floor before blowing his nose.

"One day we will get out of here… I can feel it. We will be living like kings, and we won't have to worry about dusty floors and having to steal our food." I dosed off into my usual daydream of living it up like the king I was born to be.

"Yeah! No more having to bathe in the fountain, no having to wake up at the crack-of-dawn to go shovel camel crap so we can have what little money we do have, and no more bugs!" I looked over at Logan, sitting there smiling.

Logan is one of the weirdest people you will ever meet, but once you get to know him you can see how pure his heart is. He doesn't deserve to live here like this. Sure I wish we could both get out, but even if there was a way that only one of us could get out, I would let him. Hands down. He's way better than me, and better than this life. If it takes me my whole life, my blood, sweat, and tears, I will get Logan out of here.

"That day is coming. I can feel it."

"Your son is a brat!"

"Oh, Princess Camille, you don't mean that…" My mom tried reasoning with the over dramatic princess.

"Oh yes I do! He told me that I was too over dramatic and whiney to be his queen! I've never been more insulted in my whole life!" she yelled as she threw her hands in the air, waving them about. "I'm leaving!" and with that the palace doors slammed and the queen let out a sigh.

"Kendall! Kendall! Where are you?" my mother's voice rang out.

"In the garden!"

I stared up at the blue sky, trying to picture myself anywhere but here. The hot sun beating down on my unusually, pale skin and I automatically pictured myself in the marketplace. Sure I had no idea what it looked like since I have never been outside of the palace wall, but it was fun to imagine all of the curious characters running around. I smiled to myself, but then the sun was blocked from my body. Looking up I found my mother staring down at me with a disapproving look.

"Ok mom, before you start, that girl was psycho! Do you want me to marry a psycho?"

"No, but I would like you to marry someone." She put extra emphasis on the last word and she sat down beside me.

"I know. I know."

"Kendall, I'm not going to live forever you know… I just want you to settle down with somebody before I die. I want someone to be at your side while you are Sultan."

"Well don't you want me to be happy with whoever I chose?"

"Yes sweetheart, but you are just so picky!"

"You know what, I'm sick of this. I'm going to my room." I got up and jogged away. Faintly I could hear my mother yell out that another princess would be arriving tomorrow. Just great…

Sprinting through the palace, I made it to my room in record time. Throwing myself onto the bed I heaved out a sigh. I'm so sick of my mom trying to set me up with all of the stuck up, snobby, crazy princesses. I mean, one day I meet Princess Jennifer—she was horrible—and then the next two days following that I met two more Princess Jennifer's, and they were just as bad as the first! And then today I got stuck with crazy Princess Camille… Really, is my mom trying to make me a bachelor for the rest of my life? I'm a pretty decent looking guy. With my blonde hair, dimples, and freakishly large eyebrows—and not to mention that I am the prince—I have girls throwing themselves at my feet. The problem is, I just haven't found the right one for me…

To be honest, I would be content with growing old, without a queen if I could just leave the palace once. I just want to get out from behind these walls that have kept me trapped for sixteen years. I just want to live.

"Keeeeeendall!" a large mass of person landed on my stomach, sending me into fits of coughing.

"C-Carlos! What the h-heck!" I coughed out, pushing the boy off of me.

"I just wanted to see what you were up to!"

"I was just thinking…"

"About what?" he looked at me quizzically.

"Getting out of the palace."

"Really? Why would you be thinking about that? There isn't anything special…"

"I know you think that, but you get to walk out of here all the time! I'm stuck here twenty-four-seven! I just want to get out!" I yelled, throwing my head into my pillow.

Carlos was the son of my mom's trusted guards at the palace and his mother was my mom's most trusted advisor. He was born in the palace just like me, but his mother died soon after, so my mom took it upon herself to be his mother figure. We are practically brothers, except I am stuck in the palace and he gets to go about his way, willy-nilly. Sure I'm next in line for the thrown, but I can't help but to envy him. He has no expectations to live up to, no one cramming laws down his throat, and no one telling him how to live his life.

"I'm sneaking out tonight."

"Are you mad! You could get yourself killed!" he panicked.

"I'll be super careful. I promise!"

"I'm coming with you." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, ready to fight me.

"Let's get ready to go then!" I yelped as I got up and rummaged for my cloak.

As soon as the sun went down over the desert horizon, Carlos and I set out for the other side of the wall. My heart pounded wildly with fear, but my drive to see what was on the other side pushed me over the edge of the wall.

"This is Agrabah." I sighed happily to myself.

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