For about five seconds, Aladdin stood, not knowing what to do. His better half told him to walk away and get back to the orphanage where his two assy friends wouldn't drag him into trouble. But Aladdin was a bigger man than that.
He would go.
He snapped out of his trance, shaking his head abruptly. He caught sight of the bus, which stopped for a millisecond to let Flynn and Aladdin on. The bus started again, and began slowly to move away.
"Crap," muttered Aladdin. He broke into a run.
Aladdin could hear his heart accelerate as he sprinted towards the moving bus.
"Hey!" he somehow managed to shout, "HEY!"
The bus driver didn't flinch.
The frustration was overwhelming. Aladdin dug in his pocket to find something to grab the driver's attention. He flung a handful of coins at the bus's door.
The coins bounced of the door and onto the asphalt. The bus's engine roared as it sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust in Aladdin's face. He coughed, and slowed to a stop. He felt a horrible bitterness engulf him as he watched the bus doing forty miles per hour in a neighborhood.
Fine. If his friends wanted to be badasses and screw themselves over, he would let them. He wouldn't be there to save them this time.
And he could care less.