A/N: NEW FIC! The last thing I need right now is to start a new fic, but this bugger wouldn't get out my head until I wrote it down. Please read, and let me know if it's worth continuing!

"You comin' to the Shack after school, man?"

Aladdin cringed. He knew that voice too well. Nimr clapped his heavy hands onto Aladdin's measly shoulders. He tried not to obviously bear down the weight of the stronger boy, but the increasing mass was growing harder to hold.

"Nah, I'll pass," Aladdin ducked out of Nimr's grip, and kept walking forward. The Shack was the hang out for upper classmen. It was an abandoned car repair joint, which the school had unofficially taken over. Kids from the high school met up there, and, how does one say, had F.U.N (fucked up neurotics). There was always alcohol and weed, but some days kids brought more than that. It just depended on who was going. Tonight was supposed to be crazy; it was the last party of the school year, and just about everyone was going. Aladdin had never wanted to go; things like that were neither exhilarating nor worthwhile to him.

"What's wrong? Too chicken to go?" Nimr jabbed too beefy fingers into Aladdin's ribs; it was meant to just tease him, but Nimr was completely unaware of how big and strong he was.

Aladdin kept walking. He really did not care that Nimr thought he was a chicken. Suddenly Sama appeared at the far end of the hall, and he broke into a sprint in order to catch up to them.

"Nimr! Guess what!" Sama panted. He wasn't very athletic, and his fragile body couldn't quite take the short run.

"What Sama?" he asked with complete disinterest. Aladdin always thought that his friend group was the strangest assortment of people: Aladdin and Abu were great friends, but frankly, he only hung out with Sama and Nimr because they couldn't take any subtle hints.

"Aasir is going to the Shack tonight."

Nimr's eyes suddenly lit up, "Aasir, huh? Then Aladdin, we have to go!"

"I don't. You guys have fun." Aladdin interjected.

Nimr gave him a sideways glance, and a smirk. "The more the merrier."

Aladdin rolled his eyes, and turned left. He was just trying to get to his locker, and these two clowns kept distracting him. But instead of getting the message, they chased after him.

"Aladdin c'mon! Just come. It'll be fun!"

"Why do you even want me to go so bad?"

"Because it's fun of course."

Aladdin had finally made it to his locker, so he abruptly turned left, and Nimr and Sama – having walked too far ahead – had to backtrack to meet up with him again.

His locker clicked open, and Aladdin threw in his Algebra II book, and took out his Spanish.

"Why can't you just realize I don't want to go to the Shack? That place is filthy and disgusting. It's cheap and a step above a crack house. What makes you two wanna go so bad?"

"You speak like you've been there before."

"Just heard the stories."

"Well c'mon. Don't you wanna see it for yourself?" Nimr's eager eyes bared into Aladdin's.

"No. I don't."

"I heard Hanadi is gonna be there," Sama elbowed Aladdin in the stomach to get his attention.

"Why should I care?" Aladdin demanded. "I don't think I have ever spoken to her."

"Because, bro! She totally has a thing for you."

"Shut up," Aladdin rolled his eyes. Even if it were true, Aladdin was disgusted by the wide-eyed girl who didn't know how not to show PDA.

"Abu!" Sama shouted. The shorter, skinnier kid had just walked up, and Sama already had an entire plan devised for what to say to him.

"Yea?" Abu stood at Aladddin's right side.

"Do you wanna go to the Shack with us tonight?"

Damnit, Aladdin inwardly cursed. These two knuckleheads had it all figured out.

"Yea I do!" Abu shouted a little too loudly.

They all three high fived over it, and Aladdin violently shut his locker. "No you don't, Abu. C'mon. Let's get out of here."

He began to walk away, but Abu gripped his shoulder. "Wait, Aladdin! Please! It'll be fun."

Aladdin turned around, and had intended to tell the short boy to shove it up his ass, but all it took was a glance from him for Aladdin to make up his mind.

"Okay, fine," he huffed. "What're we bringing?" #1 rule of the Shack: nobody shows up empty handed; if you wanna participate in the fun, you gotta bring some fun.

Nimr gave him a sly smile. "Good boy, I knew you'd come around. We'll all show up together. That way we only have to bring one bottle."

"Fine," Aladdin crossed his arms. "We'll meet outside after school, and head to the Brown Derby."

"Why there?"

"Because they don't card, dipshit," Aladdin snapped. He was already pissed about going tonight. It didn't help that Nimr didn't even know where to buy alcohol.

"Oh, I think we misunderstood each other. See, we're not buying anything."

Aladdin gave him a wide smile. Tonight just got much more interesting.

…

"So what's the plan, Aladdin?" Sama asked. They were all huddled outside the local CVS.

"We'll need a distraction…" Aladdin thought. "Abu? You up for it?"

Abu's menacing smile took over his face. "You know I am!"

"Okay Abu. You're the decoy. Start a conversation with the cashier. Get him distracted, and make him get away from the register. Meanwhile, Sama and Nimr, you guys are going to start screaming at each other. Fight over what aisle something is in; something to get another employee to come to your aid. While that's happening, I'll sweep in, and grab a bottle of – what are you guys thinking? Vodka?"

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. So I'll grab it, and come get you guys. 'Kay?"

They nodded once more. And so the plan commenced.

Abu walked in first. "Excuse me, sir…" they heard before the automatic doors slammed shut.

"Now you two," Aladdin ordered.

Sama and Nimr strutted in next, and Aladdin waited for a slow count of 10 seconds before following them. He immediately saw Abu talking with the cashier in the cosmetic section ("My girl said she doesn't want mascara. I think she said… an eye pencil or something. I don't even know what that is!"), and Sama and Nimr were doing well, too. Aladdin made a speedway towards the liquor section, and grabbed the first bottle he saw. It said Snow Queen, and Aladdin couldn't help but chuckle at how ironic it was that four guys were gonna bring in by far the girliest bottle in the store. He walked by the cashier's empty post, and grabbed a bag from behind the counter. He stuffed the vodka into the plastic bag, and began to walk towards Sama and Nimr in aisle 12.

"There you guys are. It's okay I found it!" he gestured to the bag in his hand, and addressed the man helping them. "Thank you so much for your help sir, and sorry for the waste of time."

He turned around, and motioned for the two to follow him. They obeyed, and went to grab Abu.

"Abu! Come on. We've gotta go." Abu turned to the man helping him, and thanked him before hopping off to Aladdin's side. They casually walked out the door. They didn't have time to see if the guys figured it out, and knew they had to get out of there before–

"Hey you kids get back here!" the man that had helped Abu called after them. They all began to break out in a run with the exception of Aladdin who turned around, began jogging backwards, and yelled back, "Only if you can catch us!"

The man looked like he debated it for a second, but knew that he couldn't compete with four kids.

"I'm callin' the police!" he fume, and turned back inside where the cackling laughter of the boys couldn't reach his ears.

…

At 11 o'clock, the foursome approached the Shack steadily.

"It's not too late to leave," Aladdin reminded them.

"Can it, pussy," Nimr nudged him. "We're going."

Aladdin did not understand why it was so important he be there too, but nonetheless followed them into the old wooden building.

To the right of the doorway was a huge wooden ramp, large enough that a car could roll onto, and get its repairs in the late 1950s. They ascended the ramp, and booming music could instantly be heard from the second floor.

"My man, Aladdin," the bouncer at the top of the ramp greeted, and they shook hands as if they were old bros. His name was Dawar, and Aladdin had one class with him. They'd hardly talked before. "Haven't seen you here before. What made you come?"

"Peer pressure," Aladdin deadpanned, and his classmate snickered. "You're funny. It's a good thing he's here. Otherwise, you three wouldn't be allowed in."

"Why's that?" Aladdin demanded. He honestly hadn't thought the Shack was a selective place. If you were an upperclassman didn't you just get in?

"'Cause Aladdin, my thieving little friend, you were requested by Hanadi. She put your name on the list, and now you've put your friend's names on the list. It's how it works."

He turned to Nimr and Sama who wouldn't meet his stare. "Isn't that surprising…"

"Oh, and you guys brought something, right?" Dawar asked.

"Yeah. Vodka." He held up the bottle.

"Snow Queen, eh? You guys go expensive. Nicely done."

A sudden thought occurred to Aladdin, and he addressed it before anyone said anything else, "How'd you get this position anyway?"

Dawar laughed, but he didn't smile, "I didn't bring anything last Friday. Ironic since now I have to be the one to make sure other people bring in something."

"What would happen if you didn't?"

"I couldn't come back."

"And?" Aladdin demanded.

"I'd rather bounce one party than not come back."

"That fun?"

He clapped a hand on Aladdin's shoulder. "See for yourself, my friend."

And with that, Aladdin and the others walked into the strobing lights and booming music. Before getting too far into the rave, though, Aladdin smacked Sama and Nimr upside the head. "Real nice guys. That's why I had to come? Because you couldn't if I didn't?"

"You had to come because you need to learn to have fun!" Nimr buffered. "Now open that vodka."

He twisted the top off, and handed the bottle to Nimr. He took a big swig. Paused, and did another. He handed it to Sama who did the same. Sama handed it to Aladdin, who gave Abu a skeptical look, but nonetheless gulped a little himself. Aladdin gave it to Abu who downed some, too. Nimr took it out of Abu's hands, and finished off the bottle.

"Now," Nimr spoke, his cheeks red from the alcohol, "let's get going." And he dove into the crowd. Sama trailed after him, and Abu and Aladdin were left on their own. Abu did not like crowds, and Aladdin wasn't about to leave him alone.

"Which way?" Aladdin screamed the question at his best friend, who only shrugged, and looked around.

"Wanna go chill by the wall over there. The music won't be as loud," Abu yelled back the offer. Aladdin nodded, and they headed to the far end of the wall.

Once over there, Aladdin asked Abu, "Remind me why you wanted to come." Abu laughed as a response, though it was clear that he had heard him.

It was a while before he responded. "I don't know, Aladdin… Don't you ever just wanna make things interesting? Life can be… just so mundane."

"This isn't my definition of 'making things interesting,'" Aladdin countered. Before Abu could respond to that though, a girl holding a bottle of liquor that was walking by them had suddenly tripped over Aladdin's outstretch foot. She was accompanied with a friend who immediately began giggling at the other's clumsiness.

"God, I'm so sorry," Aladdin bent down to help her up. Once their eyes made contact, though, the dark haired girl gave a shriek.

"Allly!"

Aladdin helped her to her feet, and the girl threw her arms around his neck.

"I'm soo glad you were able to make it!" she shouted directly into his ear. "Ooh! Let me introduce you. This is my best friend, Shimaa."

Aladdin smiled at the new girl, and turned to Abu. "This is Abu," he told the girls.

Friendly smiles were exchanged, and Hanadi referenced the bottle in her hands that she'd spilt all over Aladdin's feet. "There's not much left now. Can you finish it off? It's too heavy to hold." Aladdin hesitantly took it.

Not much left was quite the understatement. There was at least half the bottle left. He took a huge swig, and handed it to Abu. The fire lit up his throat, and opened up his senses. He wasn't sure what it was, but whatever he had just drunk was strong.

"Oh my gawd, thank you! You have no idea how long I've been holding on to that," the bubbly girl said.

"Did you guys just get here?" Shimaa asked the boys.

Abu nodded, "Just about 5 minutes ago."

"You guys don't look like you're having much fun," Hanadi pouted.

Aladdin shrugged, "Nah. It's great over here."

"Liar!" Hanadi accused, suddenly serious. But then her face broke into a fit of laughter, and Shimaa started laughing, too. Aladdin and Abu couldn't find much that was funny, but nonetheless laughed with them.

"You will have fun!" she hiccupped. "Come on, let's dance!"

She laced her sweaty, but soft, hands into his, and pulled him towards the crowd. He looked behind him to see Abu – a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks as Shimaa approached him with a grin.

She squeezed their way through the crowd until Aladdin couldn't step an inch to the right or left they were so tightly packed. Without warning, Hanadi wrapped her arms around Aladdin's neck, and swayed with him. Aladdin looked at the girl in front of him. Her dark brown hair was only to her neck, and hung in chunky bits that framed her face. Thick lashes framed her black eyes, but to be fair, her thick eyeliner attributed to it. Her tan skin was a rich mocha. Her cheeks were rosy and bright; her lips full and soft. Aladdin gave her devilish grin that she eagerly returned.

He rested his hands on the small of her back, and she shimmied in front of him. The way her boobs bounced under her thin tank top exhilarated him. She released his neck, and ran her hands through her choppy hair. She turned around, and rubbed her ass against the front of Aladdin's jeans. Aladdin leaned over and gave her neck a hot kiss. She rolled her neck onto his shoulder, and pulled at his hair. He rested his hands on her itty bitty waist, and their hips swayed together to the beat.

Without any sign, Hanadi turned around, and pressed her soft lips to Aladdin's. There was a little bug going off in the back of Aladdin's mind that this wasn't a good idea, but it was drowned out before Aladdin could even consider it.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she yelped in surprise, but didn't pull away. He moved his hands down her waist, and firmly gripped her ass. She immediately backed away, and Aladdin thought he'd gone too far. But then she leaned back in and nibbled on his ear.

"Let's go somewhere," her hot breath sent shivers down his spine, and he had no choice but to agree. All he could do was nod his head.

She walked past him, and firmly gripped his hand. She expertly maneuvered them through the crowd, and they'd reached the back wall. She leaned her body against the stone barrier, and playfully bit her lip. Aladdin didn't waste any time. He slammed his lips to hers, perhaps too eagerly though she seemed to be enjoying it, and lost his fingers in her hair.

Aladdin's ears immediately perked up. He heard a faint noise, but he couldn't tell what it was. His brain was trying to focus on Hanadi and the noise at the same time, and that would've been difficult sober. One had to go.

He pulled away from the sweaty, panting girl, and snapped his head around. "Do you hear that?" Aladdin demanded. It was a high pitched whining sound.

"I don't hear anything." She deviously slipped her tongue back into his mouth, and it took every ounce of reason Aladdin had left in him to not continue making out with her. He pulled away again.

"No there's something out there…" he pressed his ear against the stone wall, and Hanadi huffed to get his attention. It didn't work.

"Just kiss me," she sighed, and tried to pull him back to her. He resisted, though, and either her feelings were hurt or she lost interest. Whichever it was, she left Aladdin, and walked back towards the crowd. God, Aladdin couldn't understand girls!

He was about to walk away, and find her again when he saw colors amidst the white strobe lights. There were blue and red, and… coming from outside!

Police.

He had to get out of there. But Abu!

He raced around, adrenaline flushing the alcohol from his body. He had to find Abu, and they had to get out of here stat.

Abu hated crowds more than anything. Plus he was with Hanadi's friend. There was no point in looking in the crowd. He was probably on the outskirts. He snapped his head left and right, but couldn't see anything with the smoke and strobe lights.

He walked left down the wall. That's the direction that he saw him last. And by some miracle a flash of Abu's purple hoodie caught his attention. He ran to him.

"Abu!" he called, and knew he'd be interrupting something that he did not want to see.

Just as he had predicted, Abu face was buried in the massive boobs of that girl – what was her name again?

He had no choice, but to approach them, and tap Abu on the shoulder. Abu looked up, and immediately yelped.

"What the fuck, Aladdin?" he backed away from the girl who struggled to pull her shirt down.

"We need to get out of here now. The police are coming."

The girl snorted, "Silly. The po' don't know about this place."

"Suit yourself. We're getting out of here," Aladdin motioned to the two of them.

"Don't go," she wrapped an arm thickly around Abu's neck. "It's only 12. Stay a while longer."

Abu looked from the girl to Aladdin. He gave a deep sigh, "You better be right about this Aladdin." And he detached her from him.

"Fine. Leave early, chickens," she laughed, and walked back into the crowd, no doubt trying to find Hanadi again.

"Aw man! I swear Aladdin, if you're wrong– " Abu scolded.

"Am I ever wrong about these kind of things? C'mon!"

Aladdin and Abu broke into a sprint down the enormous wooden spiral ramp. When they made it to the door, though, they slowed down. Voices were audible coming from the exit's direction, and it was clear that there were people standing right on the other side. They both pressed their ears to the door, and strained to hear.

"…now on my count, mh'kay? One…two…"

Aladdin and Abu immediately snapped into position on either side of the door frame.

"Three!" they heard a shout, and the door was pulled open. Eight officers in navy blue barged in, and didn't even bother to look around. They headed straight for the ramp, and ascended it with caution.

Told you, Aladdin mouthed to Abu. Abu smiled, and shook his head in spite of himself. Aladdin really had told him, and he was immensely thankful. The last thing they needed was another run in with the police.

When the officers had rounded the turn in the ramp, Aladdin peaked behind them. At least ten police officers stood on the other side of the door. Making a run for it was not an option. They'd be pinned in seconds.

Aladdin gave a look to Abu, and they immediately understood the other with no words being exchanged: they needed to find another exit.

But it was so dark that the only way they could find a door was feeling for it. They went separate directions to feel for a door. Aladdin grazed the wall, and had no such luck finding any means of exit. He suddenly bumped into something, and snapped his head to the left. "Just me!" came a hushed whisper.

"Abu, thank god," Aladdin sighed in relief. "Any luck?"

"None."

"Me neither."

"What about the windows?" Abu asked innocently.

"Windows, huh? Yea actually that could work. But it's gonna be hard to break it… We need something heavy."

"Just use your elbow! We don't have time to look for something."

Aladdin considered it for a moment, and realized Abu was totally right. As it was, the police officers were probably ending the party upstairs as they spoke, and everyone would be rushing down soon. They needed to get out ASAP.

"Okay. If they hear the crash. Run, don't wait for me."

"No way, Aladdin, I'm not leaving you behind!"

Aladdin glared at Abu, but knew that if Abu had asked him, he would refuse to leave him behind. So he dropped it. He clasped his right forearm with his left hand, and braced himself. He struck the nearby window hard, but nothing happened.

"Try again!" Abu encouraged, and a scream sounded from upstairs. Heavy footsteps immediately began roaring down the ramp. "Hurry!"

Aladdin closed his eyes in concentration, and rammed his elbow in the glass. It shattered, and Aladdin quickly picked away any shards of glass that didn't fall away.

"Lemme give you a boost," Aladdin told his shorter friend, who nodded. With ease, Abu climbed out the window, and Aladdin hoisted himself up, and–

"Hey you! Get back here!" a police officer shouted, and began running towards them. Aladdin jumped from the window, and squarely landed on the other side. The officer – who had two companions – were struggling to get through the window. It was five feet off the ground, and Aladdin had exceptional athletic abilities that these men clearly lacked.

"Guys! Two kids are getting away over here!" one of the men shouted to the officers standing by the door. They immediately started to chase after them.

"Run!" Aladdin harshly whispered, and they both broke into a sprint down the dimly lit street. It was hard to see anything, and Aladdin knew that he wouldn't be able to run forever. They needed to find somewhere to hide. Sooner rather than later.

Aladdin looked around, but nothing was going to work. They needed something that would conceal them, but the police officers were so close that any location they picked would be obvious. The officers would just follow them. He needed something… untraceable.

"Aladdin?" Abu panted.

"Yea, Abu?"

"What's the plan? I don't think I can run for much longer."

"Still thinking of one!"

"You always have a plan!"

"And I'm gonna think of one! I just haven't– that's it!"

"What? What's it?"

"See how close together all the houses are. If we can get on the roof of one house, we can hop around on the roofs and loose these clowns."

"Good enough. Which one looks reasonably low?"

"It's not just about being low. It needs to be dark, too. A house where the streetlight is especially dim. That one! You see it? With the blue door."

"It's taller than I was thinking," Abu admitted, but nonetheless he and Aladdin both ran headlong towards the private property.

"Houses are tall, not much I can do to change that, Abu," Aladdin chided. "Okay, I'll boost you up, then you pull me up. That cool?"

"Yeah," Abu agreed, and they came to a still right at the foot of the house. Aladdin bent his knees, and clasped his hands.

"Ready when you are," Aladdin said

Abu got a running start, and planted his left foot into Aladdin's palms. Aladdin pushed up, and Abu's finger tips were able to latch on to the gutter. Abu strained his arms to pull himself up. Once he was safe on the roof, he outstretched his arm to Aladdin. Aladdin backed up, and sprinted towards the house. He jumped off both feet, and hooked his hand around Abu's forearm. Abu just caught him, but he still managed to pull him up on top the roof. Both boys needed to rest for a moment and regain their strength. Oddly, Abu began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking…" he panted. "Not ten minutes ago, I was getting to second base with Shimaa. Boy did the night turn around."

Aladdin snapped his fingers, "Shimaa! That was her name. God, I couldn't remember it for the life of me."

"I mean why remember Shimaa when you got to hook up with Hanadi?"

Aladdin immediately blushed. "She's nothing special."

"Yea you're right. The hottest girl in the school is nothing special," Abu poked fun.

"Get down here, you two!" a female officer's voice rang out in the silent night.

"You won't get away so easily!" a male officer supported.

Aladdin poked his head off the roof, "You think that was easy?"

"You two are in serious trouble. More trouble than your friends back there."

Abu poked his head off the roof, too. "Trouble? Nah, you're only in trouble if you get caught!"

And without saying anything else, the two teenagers ran off the roof, and jumped onto one nearby. They kept running until they reached the other side of the street. With nowhere to go but down, the duo jumped off the roof, and landed rough on the ground.

"I think we're good for a while," Aladdin, panting, sat down on the sidewalk, and allowed himself to catch his breath.

"Hey… Aladdin? Can I stay the night at your house?"

"Of course," Aladdin answered without skipping a beat.

"Thanks… Last time I came home late my dad… well he was mad."

"I don't think Trish'll care. As long as we don't wake her, that is."

"She's such a heavy sleeper though. She wouldn't hear an elephant sneak in."

Aladdin laughed. The truth in that statement about his foster mother made it so funny.

"Hey… Abu? Can we agree to never go back to the Shack?"

Abu laughed, "Yeah man. Never."

Aladdin laughed along, "Great."

"How's your elbow?" Abu asked.

Aladdin looked down. It was bloody and had microscopic grains of glass sticking out, along with some larger shards.

"Nothing serious," he answered. "Worth not getting arrested."

"Does it ever amaze you that you've never been caught?" Abu asked him with a dry chuckle.

"Nah. I'm too careful. Does it amaze you?"

"Actually, yea," he answered truthfully. "I think the only reason is because I'm always with you."

"Give yourself more credit. I couldn't have gotten out of there without you," Aladdin smiled.

"Maybe not, but you'd have a shot. I wouldn't stand a chance without you."

Aladdin shrugged, "I guess…"

They both sat in silence for a while. The warm May night air was so peaceful and quiet compared to how it was in that shack.

"Ready to go home?" Aladdin asked his friend. He stood up, and offered a hand to Abu. They both began the long walk to the subway stop. They had a long, tiring walk ahead of them, and had better get a head start on it if they wanted to be home before 2.

A/N: R&R! Please let me know if I should write another chapter.