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Not Only In Aladdin

Chapter Two

I awoke to a couple of birds chirping; soon they will fly away for the winter. After all, it is late September. I could feel the sun radiating through the curtains of my window, letting light into my room. My eyes were still closed. This has probably been the most peaceful morning in a while, and nothing can ruin that.

I slowly opened my eyes, light pouring into them. The room was blurry, but I blinked that away. Yesterday night's memories started flood into my brain. I looked around my room for any signs of this illusion named Shane. He wasn't anywhere in sight. He must have been a dream; a strangely real feeling dream.

I twisted my head to the side to see the time on my alarm clock. It read 12:42 pm. Jeez, I woke up pretty late today. It's not even morning anymore. Oh well, I have nothing to do anyway.

I stretched out of bed and groggily made my way down the stairs of my house. I saw flashes of light coming out of the living room. The sound of the television was what made my brain alert. What was dad doing home? He is supposed to be at work.

Slowly, I made my way into the spacious living room. I jumped and screamed, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Hmm, that must have hurt," the teenage male said from the couch, trying to keep in his laughter. I looked up at him. It was the Adonis from my dreams, or maybe he is real...nah.

"Wha- you are n-not real!" I yelled. My yell wasn't exactly directed at him. I was almost yelling at myself to stop imagining some beautiful creature in the living room.

"That was a blow to my beating heart," he emphasized on the word beating, clearly denying he wasn't real. He was sitting on my couch all relaxed and cool. Who does he think he is?! I looked on the television to see what he was watching. It was a commercial for cat food, so I really couldn't tell. I do wonder what "genies" watch. I still do not believe he is a genie. Simply, because he's not.

"Seriously, who are you?" I asked, tired of playing this game.

"Shane Gray," he answered. He was flipping through channels on the television, not even looking at me.

"From where?"

"The hood," he said in a bored tone. Oh, he was a joker.

"Ha ha, you're so funny," I said sarcastically. He finally averted his attention from the TV to me.

"Thank you," he looks right into my eyes and smirked, and then went back to whatever show he was watching.

"Thank you? Don't you want to explain to me why you are here?" I asked irritated folding my arms.

"Eh, maybe later," he said, blowing it off like a piece of fuzz on a new shirt

"Well, I'm going to go make myself French toast, and when I come back you will be gone, 'cause you are not real," I justified, turning around, and making my way to my glorious kitchen.

"While you're in denial, you can make me some French toast, too," I heard him call from the other room. I scoffed. I'm not in denial, and I am definitely not making breakfast for a hallucination. That would just make me even crazier.

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Okay, so I finally gave in, and made French toast for me...and Shane. I didn't even tell Shane it was done, but he obviously smelled it and waltzed right in.

"Thanks, babe," he said, swiftly taking a bite of the French toast and set it back down. "But, I like the instant kind." He snapped his fingers, and there was a plate of French toast the table. To be honest, it looked better than what my lacking culinary skills created. Hmm, so that's what he means by instant.

He sat down at the table, and started chewing with his mouth open. That got me really annoyed. I sat down opposite of him with my crappy version of French toast.

"Okay, if you're going to be in my life for a while, there's going to be rules," I said seriously.

"I got some wish related rules of my own I got to tell you also," he said carelessly while shoving another piece of syrup drenched French toast into his mouth.

"One, chew with your mouth closed," I ordered, taking my hand and closing his jaw. He looked surprised that I touched him. "Two, don't call me babe. Then we come to three, no more magic."

He dropped his fork abruptly, making a clinking noise to break the silence. He laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have heard you wrong; did you say no more magic?" Shane asked. Psh, he knows what he heard.

"Did I stutter?" I asked sarcastically.

"Mitchie, I'm your genie! I have to use magic!" he reasoned.

"Yeah, but you really only have to use it on me to grant my three wishes, and just so you know, I still don't believe this little charade. Anyways, the point is, no magic unless I make a wish," I stated.

"Oh, great. I'm stuck with an uptight girl," Shane muttered disappointedly.

"I am not uptight!" I justified.

"That is just what an uptight person would say," Shane leaned back in his chair and fell backwards. I laughed hysterically, and he just glared at me until I stopped.

"You see, Mitchie, magic is a part of me. It's who I am. Plus, I've also got natural magic. I'm pretty magical with the ladies," he winked. I snorted. That was lame. He is so full of himself. "I hope you don't fall for my charm, I tend to disappoint in the long run."

"Sorry, I'm not attracted to conceited jerks," I retorted.

"And I'm not attracted to uptight girls," he countered.

"Good," I nodded, trying to hold in my anger. I am not uptight! I abandoned my French toast, and started my way back to my room.

When I pushed the door open, I actually was not surprised to see Shane beat me to it.

"I thought I told you not to use magic while you're here!" I shouted. He shrugged and walked over to my closet and started flipping through my clothes.

"And your point is? By the way, you need hotter clothes, Mitchie. You're wasting your hotness potential." That's it. I've had enough. I tackled him. Yep, it was childish, and plus, it was an unfair advantage with him being tall and strong and me being not so tall and thin.

Unfortunately, I tackled him onto my bed. Oh boy, he will not take this the right way.

"Whoa there, my lovely lioness, we've only known each other for not even a day," he smirked and ruffled my hair that was in a messy bun. I slapped him across the face. That's when I realized how close I really was to him. Our faces were only inches apart. My other hand was accidentally resting on his chest. If my dad was to come in here, which is highly unlikely, he would definitely take this the wrong way.

"You disgust me," I stated, and quickly removed myself from him like the plague.

"If that's the way you want to deal with your sexual tension towards me, so be it," he laughed. I choked on my own saliva.

"You think I'm feeling…sexual tension…towards you?" I laughed also. His accusation was pretty hilarious.

"Hey, it's alright. I understand. I am a desirable man...or genie, well I am a male genie." He pointed to himself. A giggle escaped my mouth. "What?" he asked confusedly.

"You're just an immature boy, not even close to a man. What are you, eighteen? You think your all high and mighty, but you're not. It's even worse since you are a genie. It gives you even more confidence. I'm sure." He scoffed.

"Whatever, Mitchie. I don't need a 'know it all' American girl telling me what I am," he said, bitterly. "Did you know that I've been to most parts of the world? The girls in other countries are much more reserved, respectful, and grateful."

"Yeah, well, too bad that hasn't rubbed off on you, you jerk," I said angrily. He just rolled his eyes like whatever I say won't top what he just said. It's probably all a game to him.

"You know what, just get dressed. I'll meet you at the park across the street. I need to tell you very important rules about your wishes," he informed me. I slowly nodded. The flame inside me started to simmer down. Sadly, I can only say this will not be the first and last time he will get me worked up. Our personalities are a little too clashing to handle.

I did what he said. I got dressed in my clothes that apparently lack hotness. That was nice of him to say. Not. I walked out the front door of my house. The grass was bright green, and the sky bright blue, with puffy clouds floating by. This is my favorite kind of day.

I strolled to the park. There were kids everywhere playing with their moms and dads. It was only a reminder of my dad...and mom, and how things used to be.

I saw Shane sitting all relaxed in his usual careless manner on a bench. There was a little girl talking to him. I moved closer to hear.

"Is magic real?" the little blond girl asked. Shane smiled.

"Do you believe it's real?" Shane asked her in response.

"I think so," she said, bouncing from her heels to her toes and her hands behind her back.

"Then it's real...especially in here," he said, pointing to the left side of his chest where your heart is. Aw, that is so sweet.

"Okay!" she laughed and ran off. I slowly walked towards Shane and sat on the bench next to him.

"That was so cute, you know, what you told that little girl," I said. Shane rolled his eyes, probably embarrassed that I heard that.

"Do you believe in magic, Mitchie?" Shane asked, smirking. Seriously, I am going to wipe that smirk right off his face if he does it again. I'm not kidding.

"No. It's not real, but I do believe you are some sort of freak," I stated.

"Well, you will believe," he said sounding so sure of himself. "So, the rules about wishing are simple," he started. I nodded, to let him now I was listening and not spacing. "One, you cannot wish physical harm or death upon someone, but you don't look like the type of person who would do that anyways." I wasn't sure if that was an insult coming from him. Does he think I'm a goodie-goodie? "Secondly, this is just a suggestion, but from experience, I would not wish to be a millionaire. It will corrupt you and you will have a hard time explaining to everyone about your riches." Got it. "Thirdly, only three wishes, you cannot wish for more. Once you used them all up, it's done." Hmm, what should be my three wishes anyway? "And lastly, you cannot tell anyone; not your dad or your friends, that I am a genie. If you do, there will be consequences." That's easy. I barely see my dad and I have no friends.

"What would be the consequences?" I asked curiously. His eyes became dark and almost angry looking. Then they returned to normal again.

"Look, just don't do it," he ordered. Hm, okay, must be a touchy subject for him.

"I won't," I informed him. We sat there for a while.

"What do you people do here for fun?" Shane asked, referring to my boring town.

"I don't know, the mall, the ice skating rink, the movies? Normal stuff," I answered.

"Well, let's go do something," Shane prompted, got up off the bench, and started walking away leaving me all alone. I scoffed. Wow. He's such a gentleman. "Are you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah, we can go to Starbucks on your magic flying carpet," I suggested sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at the joke.

"Actually, it's a not so magical Harley Davidson pick-up truck," he replied cleverly. Really? If I was a magical being and had the option of whatever vehicle I wanted, I wouldn't choose a pick-up truck. You know what; I'm not even going to bother asking about his choice of transportation because I don't really care. He's not real. I must be taking drugs or something to imagine him.

We ended up having Shane drive us to Starbucks. There was a rather unpleasant run-in there...

"Oh, look, it's the plain Jane," Leah snickered. Shane looked at me. Leah was the cliché of every high school-the popular head cheerleader. Of course, every mean girl of a school needs her right and left flanks- Onya and Anna. They find it just so amusing that their names sound alike.

"Hi Leah," I greeted with fake enthusiasm. Onya and Anna rolled their eyes.

"Looks like you've finally got a boyfriend. What did you do, pay him?" They all laughed at the hysterical joke they made. Shane was still looking at me, but now with a hint of confusion and annoyance.

"I haven't seen you around. Are you new? What's your name?" Leah asked. Oh, great. She was taking interest in him. She just loves the bad boy type, and Shane looked the part. Plus, it also helps if you like to fling yourself at every somewhat good looking boy up they see just because you are a slut.

"Yeah, I am new. The name is Shane," he said a bit irritated. Onya and Anna giggled to look all cutesy around Shane. It's typical of them.

"Oh, well, I'll see you around Shane," Leah winked. I almost gagged. Then Leah turned to me, and spilled her low fat beverage all over me. Luckily, it was iced coffee, which is better than having a steaming hot drink burn you I'm sure. I held in my scream, but my mouth hung agape.

"You know what, Leah-" Leah cut me off.

"Is this one of your 'we've been fighting so long and this is getting old, so why don't we just end it?' speeches? I wish you would stop giving those because it's not really a fight since I always win, Mitchie," she snapped. I raised my eyebrows.

"Hmm, thanks for telling me, because I wish you-" This time Shane cut me off.

"We'll see you around later girls, Mitchie and I have to go," Shane said quickly. She yanked my arm, and hastily dragged me to his truck.

"Bye Shane," all three of them chimed flirtatiously. Seriously, even if Shane was my boyfriend… oh, ew, that would be terrible. Anyways, even if he was, those three would be considered...many, many more colorful words then they already are, a clean word being attempting boyfriend stealers.

"Are you crazy?!" Shane yelled. Yeah, I probably am since I keep imagining a genie. I lowered my eyebrows in bewilderment. "You said those two words! 'I wish!' You have to be more careful, Mitchie! You could wish something by accident that you didn't mean!"

"What?! All I was going to wish was that she'd be dropped off on her own little island, population: one bitch," I said sourly. Shane was not amused.

"I'm telling you one more time to please choose your words carefully," Shane hissed. "Next time, I'm not going to stop you." I started walking away from him, not liking the tone he was using to talk to me.

"Good, then don't," I said simply, my back facing him as a breeze flowed through my hair.

"You need to be more responsible. You cannot play around with my magic." Wow, the immature genie was giving me advice on responsibility, this is good. "Mitchie, just get in the truck," he said in a more calm voice. I didn't listen, I just continued to walk. That plan obviously didn't work out to well since suddenly I was in his truck with my seat belt already on. What the hell? I know who did this of course. Shane. Duh. It might take me a while to get used to...this constant magic. I should have been angry that he took advantage of him having powers and me being powerless to forcefully get me in his truck, but I wasn't. I was angry at him for a different reason.

Shane popped into the driver's seat. Yeah, not hopped. popped. "Sorry I had to do that, but genies protect their masters. I have to protect you."

"Really? Then how come you let Leah and her little followers do that to me?!" I asked, infuriated. Yep, that was what I was mad at him about. He just sat there in Starbucks while I had to take crap from them.

"I hate fights between girls. They freak me out. They're so catty. Whenever I see that I think of shrieking, hair-pulling, sarcastic comments. It's not really my style and I didn't want anything to do with it. Trust me, no guy does," he laughed. Yeah, that's just freaking hilarious that I'm sopping wet from iced coffee. I let it go though.

"So, what else can you do with your freaky magic?" I asked, looking out the window.

"Okay, that sort of sounds like an innuendo, Mitchie, but I'll drop it. I can do lots of things, lots and lots of things. Things you might not even want to know," he said, almost creepily. Yeah...maybe I don't want to know.

When we got home, I changed out of my soaked clothes. Then Shane and I were sitting down in the living room watching television again. Give me a break, though, it has been a slow moving day; I got to pass the time somehow. My dad wouldn't be home for a few more hours anyway, so no need to hide Shane.

When I looked away from the television I found Shane staring at me intently. "What?" I asked. He just shrugged. Eventually, I found him staring at me again. "What?!" I asked, this time slightly irritated.

"I don't know. I just find it weird that you can wish for almost anything in the world, and you're almost acting as if I am not even here," he said.

"Maybe I don't want to blow all my wishes on stupid things, maybe I want to put some thought into it," I replied with an edge in my voice. Just as I thought the conversation was over and done with, I was wrong.

"Okay, okay. I just thought that since you don't seem to like me very much that you would want me out of your hair as soon as possible," he said. I didn't even answer to that. It makes sense. I could easily use up my wishes and he'd be gone and life would be the way it was before last night happened. Something in the back of my head told me I didn't want him to leave just yet, and I don't know the reason for that.

Suddenly I heard...a guitar playing? I snapped out of my train of thought and looked around my living room. Shane wasn't even there. I followed the sound of the acoustic guitar to the balcony in my room. Shane was playing the guitar. The sound was pretty. The light breeze went through his hair. His very nice hair... is it weird to say that I am in love with his hair? It's just so...nice.

He saw me step onto the balcony and continued to play, still not taking his eyes off me. "I didn't know you played," I said conversationally.

"Well, we just met. It seems I know everything about you and you know nothing about me. Plus, I'm a genie, I should be fairly well at pretty much...well everything," he answered, still playing that beautiful rhythm and still looking at me.

"I got to admit you are sort of stalkerish," I laughed. He stopped playing and threw the guitar over the balcony. I gasped, of course forgetting he was a genie. Before the guitar even hit the earth it disappeared into thin air.

"You know, what if one of my neighbors saw that?" I asked seriously. He left the balcony and went into my room.

"Have you met your neighbors?" he asked sarcastically. To be honest, they were pretty oblivious people.

"Mitchie! I'm home! We're going to have company for dinner!" I heard my dad's unfamiliar voice call from downstairs. Panic rushed through me. What is he doing home so early? Why is he actually paying attention to me? Uh oh, Shane. What am I going to do with Shane?!

I looked around the room for him, and he was gone. I breathed out all the air I realized I was holding in. Good. He's one less thing I have to worry about…I think.

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