Now what? Oh yeah, "Prince Ali". This'll be fun. Thanks for reviewing, TaylorRiley17, dream lighting, Guest and XxRebel WriterxX.

I smiled to myself, flicking my new earrings. They had come with my outfit – pretty little emeralds and rubies.

We were back in Agrabah, and Al and I were seated on Carpet, who lay on Abu the elephant. It was going to be a huge procession. Since I wanted this wish to be all about Al, Genie wasn't going to mention me in the procession on my request.

Still, I would get to have some fun, and just looking around would be cool.

There were plenty of people announcing us – or, at least, "Prince Ali", which was Al's prince alias. I stuck with my real name, calling myself "Princess Cleo", since I was now a princess.

Abu walked along with Al and I in a little seat thing on top with Carpet, which meant it would be very hard to fall off the elephant.

I could hear men singing already. "Make way for Prince Ali!

Say hey, it's Prince Ali!"

Genie had turned himself into a regular man, and was already singing loud enough for everyone to hear. It was good that I didn't have to sing this time.

"Hey, clear the way in the old bazaar!
Hey you, let us through, it's a bright new star

Oh come be the first on the block to meet his eye,

Make way, here he comes

Ring bells, bang the drums,

Are you gonna love this guy!

Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwa!" Al smiled as he was revealed. I smiled as regally as I could too, and waved.

"Genuflect, show some respect, down on one knee!" Genie sang as the guards, including Razoul, bowed, making me smirk. If only they knew!

As Genie continued to sing, I looked at the palace. I could see a cheerful-looking short man in white who had to be the Sultan, with a tall dark-skinned darkly-dressed man with a staff, frowning. When Genie got to the line about Al having "faced the galloping hordes", I noticed Princess Jasmine at another balcony. She was wearing a sky blue outfit just like mine with her long black hair in a ponytail with two hairbands.

By the time there had been a verse in which a bunch of hareem girls cooed over Al, the princess was looking bored. In the end, she sighed and disappeared from the balcony.

We were soon up to the palace doors, as Abu busted in and Genie went on with the last verse.

"Prince Ali, amorous he, Ali Ababwa!

Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see!" He sang right to the Sultan, then tossed him onto his well cushioned throne.

"And that, good people is why

He got dolled up and dropped by

With sixty animals, llamas galore,

With his bears and lions, a brass band and more,

With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers

And birds that warble on key,

Make way, for Prince Ali!"

As the song ended, Carpet got up, and took Al and me right in front of the throne. We both bowed as the tall man slammed the door, with everything except Abu, Carpet, and of course, Al and I, pushed out.

The Sultan clapped and smiled at the procession and performance. "Splendid, absolutely marvellous!" he exclaimed.

Al introduced himself and me under our aliases as royalty, and explained "I have journeyed from afar to seek your daughter's hand."

"Prince Ali and Princess Cleo Ababwa, I'm delighted to meet you." the Sultan said. He then gestured to the tall dark man. "This is my royal vizier, Jafar. He's delighted too."

Oh, so he was the one who said we were criminals and set the guards on us. I hated him on sight, and he didn't seem very delighted to meet us at all. He also had a disagreeable-looking parrot (who I later learned was called Iago like the guy from Othello) on his shoulder, I noticed. Who did he think he was, a pirate or something?

"Ecstatic." he said flatly, scowling. He then addressed Al. "I'm afraid, Prince Abubu-"

"Ababwa." Al and I corrected.

"Whatever." Jafar said. "You can't just parade in here, uninvited, and expect to-"

Well, the Sultan didn't seem to mind. He even asked to have a go on Carpet. As he flew along, laughing happily, Jafar glared at Al and said "Just where did you say you were from?"

I stepped in and said quickly "The other side of the desert."

"Much further than most people have traveled." Al added.

Jafar sent daggers at both of us, just daring us to say any more. Now I really didn't like this guy.

Then we got onto the subject of marriage, and the real princess.

"Jasmine will like this one!" the Sultan said excitedly.

"And I'm pretty sure I'll like Princess Jasmine." Al said with a smile.

"Your Highness, no." Jafar protested. "I must intercede, on Jasmine's behalf. This boy is no different from the others. What makes him think he is worthy of the princess?"

"I am Prince Ali Ababwa." Al began.

I interrupted him. "What he means is, that all he wants is a fair chance." I said, hoping that this would stop Jafar. I wasn't sure why he was so against us, anyway, since he hadn't seemed to recognize us, simply making weak excuses to keep Al from his goal.

"Just let her meet me." Al said confidently. "I will win your daughter." He wasn't acting natural at all, and I raised my eyebrows at his tone.

"How dare you!" We all turned around at the voice. I recognized it from the one time I'd met her. Sure enough, Princess Jasmine was standing a little way away from us. "All of you!" she continued. "Standing around, deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!" She stormed back into the room she'd come from.

"Oh dear." the Sultan frowned. "Don't worry, Prince Ali, Princess Cleo. Just give Jasmine time to cool down a little."

"Your Highness," I said shyly. "May I try and speak to her now? When I was younger, I had sisters who used to act exactly the same way, and I'm sure I could talk her around." Truth be told, I was, of course, lying, but I really wanted this wish to work out, and if the princess herself wouldn't even give Al a chance after that impression, then it would have to be up to me.

The Sultan let me. "Maybe it would do Jasmine good to have another girl speak to her, for once." he muttered.

I crept to the curtains surrounding Jasmine's room. "Excuse me," I called, "Princess Jasmine?"

"Who is it?" I heard her call.

"Princess Cleo." I said. "I wanted to apologize for the way my brother talked about you. Can I come in?"

I heard a sigh, then "If you must."

I came in shyly, and stopped short when I realized that there was a tiger in her room, who opened an eye, and growled when it saw me.

Jasmine, however, didn't seem at all fazed. She even looked a little amused.

"Have I just walked into a death sentence?" I quavered. I'd never liked jungle cats.

This actually made Jasmine laugh. She smiled at the tiger. "Rajah, you can leave her. Don't worry."

Rajah, the tiger, seemed to understand.

"Anyway," I said, "Like I was saying, I wanted to apologize and explain why my brother was so overconfident and stupid. He's nervous. Terrified you won't accept him."

"Well, if he keeps acting like that, I certainly won't." Jasmine said childishly.

"But, please, give him a chance." I begged. "I mean, you let me in."

"If you came in here to make me agree to marry that prince, you can get out." she replied.

"OK, OK. Chill." I said. "I'll leave that to him. But, could I at least be your friend for as long as I'm here? I've been locked up in my own palace for years," - Children's Home, I added mentally - "And although I've kind of had sisters, none of them liked me. I've never really had any friends." As I spoke, I remembered the wishing star wish – some friends, something to fight for, a life. I had found a friend in Al. Now, I had something to fight for – happiness. And Jasmine – well, considering that she'd tried running away, she obviously would have wished for the same things – a life and friends. So why shouldn't I have another friend, and why shouldn't she have one too?

Jasmine scrutinized my face, her hazel eyes staring into mine. Finally, a half-smile appeared on her face. "Well, if you promise not to try and persuade me into anything, I'll let you be friends." she said, a bit reluctantly.

I smiled and said enthusiastically "Awesome! So does that mean I can stop using your title?" Jasmine shrugged, as if to say I don't care.

"Same goes for me, just call me Lee. That's what my friends call me." I said brightly. "I'll see you later, OK?"

Well, Cleo's trying. At least Jasmine's accepted her. That's a good sign, right? Please, review?