To avoid getting cursed at by the headmistress, the boys set off on a walk as early as they could. There plan was to stay out until curfew, but they always find that they have nothing to do and go back early. However, Aladdin didn't want to go back at all.
The air outside the orphanage was still bitterly cold, even though it was in the middle of spring. Flynn hugged his thick blue jacket, which was yet another thing he took from Brandon.
Peter Pan however, didn't seem to be troubled by the cold, considering he only wore the usual green Salvation Army t-shirt and jeans. Either that, or he didn't have any winter clothes.
God, Aladdin thought, something needs to change. Poor Peter wears the same thing every day. Flynn is on the verge of being an actual criminal, and I can't even get foster parents. He sighed, his breath coming out in a fog.
"Hey. If you guys could have one wish, what would it be?" Peter Pan said suddenly, staring at a small house, decorated to perfection, picked fence and all.
"I bet normal teenage thoughts don't exist in your mind," Flynn said, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously! One wish, man. No limits," Peter paused, "I would wish I could fly. Then I could leave this place forever, and I would never come back. Never," he said, shaking his head.
Aladdin thought about it. It would have to be a wish that would change everything, like if one of them got adopted or if the headmistress got a life long illness.
"Well you all know what I wish for," Flynn breathed, a cloud of mist coming out of his mouth. His hatred for the cold clearly showed at that moment.
"To be on an island surrounded by piles of cash. Great wish," Aladdin breathed into his numb brown hands. He suddenly thought if color was the reason why the foster parents said no. The Lost Boys (a group of boys that rubbed off of Peter Pan's bad influence) always joked that it was, but now he realized that racism could have been a possibility.
"Yeah I know," Flynn said. They walked on for a while in the cold without speaking. They didn't really need to, and the cold always dampened their usual mood. And as simple as earlier conversation was, they thought good and hard about that question.
Flynn suddenly stopped, his eyes alert. Aladdin slowed his pace, staring at Flynn's swift change in mood. Peter Pan, day dreaming, bumped into the back of him.
"Hey, what's the problem-" Peter Pan began
"We're on the goddamn wrong street!" Flynn smacked his forehead.
Aladdin looked around, and suddenly realized that he was right. The orphanage's street was littered with trash and was not too far from their crappy public school, Animation High. But this street was exactly the opposite. It seemed like the towering mansions could rival the White House, and the whole atmosphere appeared brighter than the orphanage. The boys stood speechless, staring in jealousy of the thought that whoever lived in those houses probably had a perfect life.
"I have an urge to egg these houses," Peter said, breaking the silence.
"Same," Aladdin said, not taking his eyes off of a mansion's exterior that emulated the Taj Mahal.
"Well I have an urge to crash a private school," Flynn said, pointing to a bus pulling up on the other side of the street, "you guys in?" he said grinning.
And before Aladdin could tell Flynn to shut up, it happened.
It was like God sent down a sign.
It was as if the earth stopped spinning
It was like some mysterious force made the three boys have boners at the exact same time.
There, stepping into the bus were the hottest girls that they have ever seen. Jaw dropped, Flynn turned to Aladdin.
"Aladdin, whatever logic you present is now completely invalid,"
And with that, Peter Pan and Flynn ran to bus.