Jazmine bit her lip as she stared at the delicious looking food across the path. She forced a smile and tossed a cup in her hands.

"Drink! Delicious drink made from lemons!" She shouted into the crowds. No one stopped. The peasent girl stood at her booth everyday and tried to push her drink, but no one was interested in trying a drink made of lemons. It was hard living in Morocco, especially if you had the same living conditions as Jazmine Dubois.

Her stomach lurched, making her eye wince. She bit on her lip again and stared as the busy man across from her pushed his bread off onto the hungry buyers. She hated stealing... but she couldn't pay for her food.

Sure, she had enough leomonade... but she was starving. And that bread was looking so... ugh. She needed some bread.

To say she was an expert theif would be an understatement. Jazmine had been a "street rat" since birth. She stole to live and she had yet to get caught. Sure, she had been spotted snagging a few things every once in awhile, but she knew the town better than half the people. She could give anybody to slip in two minutes flat.

The teen closed up her shop and strolled casually over to where the vender was having a hardtime keeping track of who was taking what and who was paying and how much he was getting for how much that was taking. Dinner rush.

Jazmine snagged herself some bread and tossed the man a few peanuts. For all he knew, it was coins. She had done such a trick many times and so far, he nevercaught wise. If he did realize that he got peanuts for bread, he couldn't pin it on anyone. It was over and happened before it started and Jazmine was on her way home with her prize.

Now, home to Jazmine wouldn't exactly be "home" to anyone special. Home for Jazmine was a worn out crumbled remnant of a building at the edge of town. It was secluded and quiet and she was happy with that.

But for some reason, when she got to her "home" someone was in there.

His dark skin made him almost invisible in the dim room. He had a dirty blanket wrapped around his body and a very proud look on his face.

"Who are you!?" He barked.

"Jazmine," She said patiently, "But I should be asking you that, since you're in my home,"

"This shit hole belongs to you!?" The boy exclaimed, "sheesh. I'm sorry,"

Jazmine squinted her eyes so she could look at him better. SHe lit a small candle on the table next to her and drew it up so she could see. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped.

"Prince Ruh-Riley!?" She gasped in shock and stepped back, "Your majesty! What are you doing away from the palace!"

The boy was a few years younger than her, and he stood an inch or two shorter. The prince was still growing where as she had already reached her maximum height level.

"Shut yo mouth! I'm hidin!"

"But... thy'll come looking for you," She told him with fear in her throat, "They'll...they'll kill me if they find you with me,"

"I said shut up!" Riley barked, "I needed some space. I aint gon' get you killed if ya keep ya trap shut, ya heard!?"

The prince's way of speech had always been... odd. Jazmine just nodded her head and started biting on her lip again. If you haven't noticed, it was a sort of security blanket she had. Biting on her lip mad her calm and kept her from going over board or saying something crazy.

"Got anything ta eat?"

Jazmine sighed and tore the loafshe had stolen in two, handing the young prince his half. Riley took a huge bite from it and chewed loudly. JAzmine continued to nibble birdly at her share. She stared intently at his face. Ever since she was a little girl... he looked like that. She would see him in parades and proclomations and the boy never changed. He was without parents, but because he was never married, couldn't be sultan.

Some say the prince is immortal, others say he just doesn't age. Jazmine wasn't really sure if any of those rumor tellers even knew. But one thing was sure... The prince had remained the same countenance and size and age appearance for the pass 17 years that Jazmine had been alive... and that disturbed her.

"Uh... Your Majesty?" She said tentatively, making the young boy look up at her sharply, "I couldn't help but notice... how... you... I mean... the entire city is... curious... how... you..."

"Why I don't get no older?" Riley finished. Jazmine blinked and nodded. Riley just grinned, "It's cos I'm a god! Now I'm goin ta bed. Don't be buggin me,"

"Yessir," Jazmien bowed gently.

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Jazmine awoke to find that the prince had vanished. It perturbed her slightly. Why was he just staying the night randomly at some old shack? She yawned and streched, looking about the one room "house". Everything seemed to be in order... except for the placethat the "young" prince had slept. In his place was a strange bottle.

"Odd," Jazmine said to no one in particular. She hoisted the relic in her hands and looked at it curiosly. It was beautiful in every sense of the word, it looked as if it were made of marble but had many detailed designs from the tiniest of gems. Jazmine grinned. This would make a lovely container for her drink made from lemons.

Without thought, she carried the bottle over to one side of the room, to gather the rest of her things for the day. Casually, she tore a peice of the ratted curtain and started polishing the lamp non-chalantly.

Then it happened. The room was suddenly full of purple and gold smoke. Jazmine coughed delicately, trying to figure out how so much could come out from a tiny bottle.

There was a gust of air and suddenly the smoke was starting to dissapate. Through shadows, she could see a dark figure admist the purple and suddenly, with a poof and a swoop, there stood a very attractive young man who... looked an awful lot like the prince. He was dressed in a red vest with no shirt. Gold cuffs on his wrists gleamed with the small gold gem on his forehead that grew up into a poofy hair style that Jazmine would later know to be called an "afro,". She stared in awe at him. she had heard tales of genie's before... but... could this TRULLY be a genie before her?

The genie sighed heavily, his arms folded over his chest as though he were annoyed with his current state, "I am the great genie... yadda yadda yadda... I'm here to grant you three wishes, yadda, blah blah blah... and-" He cut short when he caught a glimpse at the tanned young face staring up at him with shock.

"What?" He barked rudely.

"No thanks," She said bluntly, turning on her heal and heading for the door. Huey sat there dumbfounded (okay...floated there dumbfounded) before poofing away from his place and then popping up in front of her.

"Whaddia mean No thanks? I'm here to grant you any three wishes you want,"

"No thanks," She said sternly, "My Daddy lost all our riches from a genie. I don't trust your kind and I don't plan on making any wishes just so you can find some loop hole and destroy my life,"

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I really wasn'tgonna post this one until i got my others finished... but this is one of the only fics that wasnt deleted :(

so u get it early.

PS- keep checking my gallery for pics of Genie Huey!