Princess or Pixy
I had thought this through to no end, an endless round bubble of endless humility and sovereignty. Okay, maybe I was overdoing it, but dumping a princess is no light matter, especially if you're dumping her for a fairy, or was she a pixie? I don't know. All I know is that she's beautiful, hot, sexy, and my true love. But I had my doubts that Jasmine would see things so well. Abu and Raja were in agreement.
"Aladdin! Aladdin my boy," called the Sultan, Jasmine's father, King of Agraba.
I stood up, the light wind caressing my dark hair and blowing it into my dark brown eyes. I love balconies. This one was the one connected to my room, not far from Jasmine's. A quick memory washed over me.
Do you trust me? That was what I had asked. I would say that so many times, and each time she said yes. She trusted me. Now, after almost a year of being betrothed, I was breaking her trust.
"Aladdin, I have made the final touches on the wedding, my boy. Oh," he squealed like a child finding a lost toy. "I can't wait. The kingdom will never have a better king, and I will never have had a better son. Not that I've ever had a son, but…" He shrugged, his innocent eyes shining in the setting sun.
"Thanks," I replied half heartedly. Great, now I felt guilty. Not only would I break Jasmine's trust, but her father's too. He was more than that. He was my father, the only father I had ever known.
"You're getting the best there is, boy, the best there is," he chuckled as he turned around and left, forgetting to close my door behind him.
I sighed. Why were girls so difficult? Ala forbid I ever have any daughters. I sure knew Jasmine would.
I left the balcony, looking longingly at the free birds. You never hear of a bird having girl problems. I'm sure Genie would have told me. I shut the glass doors and slumped to the bed.
"Abu!"
"Hmm?" he replied, his huge eyes blinking back the deceit in them. He had just snatched the dinky little prince-crown and was holding it behind is little furry back.
"Me?" he said. Thanks to Genie, Abu could talk. Talking monkeys always tend to creep me out.
"Abu, give me back my crown," I demanded, lunging at the monkey. Abu neatly sidestepped me and I fell against the small table next to the bed, nearly knocking over the lamp that was perched precisely in the center. "Ouch," I groaned, rubbing my jaw. I heard Abu chuckle and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, Aladdin?" gasped Jasmine's vice. I sat up like a bullet. Bad idea. "Aladdin, what one Earth are you doing?" She put her hands on her hips and glared at me. Abu ran to her side making whimpering noises. "Poor Abu," she said picking him up. She didn't know Abu could talk, nor did she need to.
"Hey Jasmine," I muttered, my head pounding like hundreds of toy soldiers pounding their drums preparing for war against the dolls. Yeah, Genie created the scenario. I haven't touched a doll since.
Slowly I got up. Abu jumped down from her arms and she walked over to me, putting her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek.
"Isn't it wonderful?" she asked, looking into my eyes. "The wedding is going to be spectacular. It will be the finest wedding our kingdom has ever known!" Jasmine let go of me and twirled around my room, almost hitting a wall, but I grabbed her just in time. It was times like this that I realized what I was trying so desperately to forget. I loved her. I loved the way she smiled and talked when she was this happy. I loved the way she would do the stupidest things and I would have to save her from accidently killing herself.
No, no I didn't love Jasmine. She was a friend, a good friend, but just a friend. I was going to break up with her for my one true love, the apple of my eye, a woman with wings.
"Oh Aladdin, I love you," she said, pulling her arms tighter around me. I let her, my guilt only starting to fill up to my neck. Why did I feel so bad if this was what was right for the both of us. And she didn't even know. I had to tell her. Sooner than later, right, sure, maybe.
Abu cleared his throat glaring at me and glancing at Jasmine. Even a monkey was telling me to tell her now. Shucks.
"Um, Jasmine, there's something I have to tell you," I began.
Jasmine wheeled around, putting her pointer finger against my lips to silence me. Her eyes were sparkling, dancing. I almost forgot to breath.
"Jasmine, it's about the wedding."
"Don't tell me," she said. "I want it to be a surprise."
"But Jasmine," I was cut off.
"Surprise me, Prince Allie of Ababua." She gave me one of her most seductive, most devilish grins and walked away, her hips swaying as she went. Gosh, she was pretty.
"You didn't tell her," confirmed my loyal primate. Abu was glaring at me, his arms folded over his chest. I wondered if the blanket could just fly in my room and wisp Abu away. But since the flying carpet didn't come, I settled for second best. I glared back.
His glare, my glare, two evil forces, neither one stronger than the other. The third force, however, the master force, was Jasmine. She could win at anything she wanted as long as she glared at you long enough. Trust me, it works. But I wasn't Jasmine, nor was Abu, so the glaring continued.
Just as I was about to achieve the upper advantage, my cell phone rang. Even in the middle of the desert reception was perfect. Thanks Verizon.
"So, did you tell her?" came the voice on the other end. That's my girl, right to the point.
"Uh, I tried…"
"I can't date you if you're still engaged," sighed Tink. "Besides, Peter and Wendy aren't together. He's always here and if I can't say with certainty that we're together, you know what Peter will do."
"Tink," I whined. "I'm trying but she just won't listen."
"Than make her, please," she said then added softer, "I love you." Yep, that solved everything. I was going to become gay. Well, maybe not, but it was sure an option.
"Well, hurry up and tell her. I've got to go," I heard pounding in the background for the first time. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She hollered. The phone went dead. I closed mine and threw it on my bed.
There was no two ways about it, I was going to tell her and I was going to tell her now. I ignored Abu's protests as I shoved him aside and left my room, leaving my door wide open. We were going to end this engagement tonight. For whatever reason, I had an even more sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. For some reason, I felt even worse. But this was over, I was done. My heart belonged to someone else, Tinker Bell.