Aladdin ran up the seventeen flights of stairs (plus one really skinny one) to the roof. After a furtive glance for any activity on the nearby roofs, he took the lamp out of his backpack and rubbed it gently. The Genie billowed out of the spout, just as before.
"I've been thinking about my first wish, Genie." Aladdin flopped down on the old refrigerator box. "I just...well, I don't know. I mean, what would you wish for?"
"Me? You want to know what I would wish for?" The big blue guy got a funny, sentimental look on his face. "Freedom. To be my own master. You know?"
"Yeah. I know," Aladdin thought about the request for a moment. "Well listen, Genie. After I make my first two wishes, I'll use the third to set you free. Okay?"
"You mean it? Really"
"Really."
"You're one heck of a master, kid. But enough about me. What are you gonna wish for?"
"Well..." The request seemed so stupid but, well... whatever. "Okay. See, there's this girl, and I—"
"Whoa." The Genie drew his finger across his throat. "I can't make anyone fall in love. Sorry, kid."
"I know, I know, but she's got these eyes and this amazing hair and she's great to talk to... but she's, like, a princess. Sort of. Anyway, I would never be able to score with her. Her dad's the chief of the police and I'm...oh, I don't know. A pleb. Lower, even."
"So... you need to be a prince. Sort of." The Genie winked at his young master, who nodded vigorously in agreement. "All righty, one bonafide prince-esque pedigree coming right up! Now, first of all, the T-shirt and hat combo has got to go." The Genie began making various magical-looking motions around Aladdin, who mentioned the name of an expensive private school that he was almost positive Jasmine went to and his plan to pose as a new student. With the Genie's help, of course.
Within a few moments, Aladdin found himself clad in the white polo and navy slacks that seemed to be the uniform of every uniform of every private school in America. His backpack had turned into one of those leather messenger bag thingies and his unruly hair was... slicked back? No way. If he wouldn't wear his hair that way for Bobby's mother, he sure as hell wouldn't wear it that way for a girl, no matter how awesome. He ran a hand through to mess it up a bit, nodded in approval, and spent the rest of the night with the Genie planning the details of his new "life".
A/N: Aah, another chapter. Not a big fan of this chapter, which is why you get a belated Veteran's Day present of....two chapters!! Since I like thatone better, I'll put all of the good author's note stuff there. Hehehehe.