Chapter two of Memories, and it is just fluffing up by the paragraph. I hope you all enjoy :).

Chapter Two- Rounding Corners and Turning Heads

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?" There was no sight, only sound. Everything was a blur. Shakily, she began to sit up, but failed and dropped back down to the ground. Surely, it was a rough smack into the young man. That and the lack of nourishment caused her to lose her balance some. An apple a day alone couldn't possibly give the girl enough nutrients to see straight. The boy sighed, "Abu..." he scolded softly. "Looks like you did it this time," he said and gave another attempt to wake the girl with gentle shakes and nudges.

Stirring lightly, her eyes began to flutter open, and look up to see two large chocolate orbs staring down at her own, causing hers to widen. Options were: she could scream, or she could hit him, then again, perhaps a combination of both would suffice nicely. Nothing better than waking up to see two big eyes staring right back at you. She did the first thing her body would respond to; she raised her hand and smacked him clear across the face to move him off of her body. And move he did.

He scrambled away from her and held the area where she had struck, rubbing it gingerly to ease the pain. "Wh-what was that for?" He questioned, not sure exactly why she would hit him to begin with. He wondered what provoked such a reflex.

She herself moved up to the wall, for one, thinking he was a palace guard and the quicker she moved away from him the better; and two, she needed something to lean against to help raise herself. But once her eyes were able to focus, she found out she was completely wrong. Once again, her eyes widened.

"Shit..." she muttered. Boy, did she ever screw up. "I'm sorry," she said. "I-I thought..." she stammered nervously.

Shaking his head, the boy collected himself and walked over to her, offering a hand to assist her up as she appeared frozen, "Don't worry about it, I've been through worse," he grinned, trying to assure this individual that he was more than fine. A tad stunned at the slap, perhaps, but just fine.

She bit her lip and accepted his hand, feeling her pulled up like air, and hitting against his body once more, though with a much softer force. "Did I hurt you?" She winced as she asked.

The boy shook his head and released the girl so she may stand on her own two feet. At first, she staggered, but, she was stable afterwards. The girl was petite, perhaps underweight from how light she was and as the boy examined, assumed she was of average height by how her head fit beneath his chin. Though to attempt to hide her underweight stature, she was clothed in a tanned tunic, which had once been white, and her feet were bound with nothing. Her dark brown tresses fell at her waist, tied back with some twine.

"So, where do you live?" The boy asked, "Maybe I can walk you to it?" He offered, and he did, in fact, make it sound tempting.

The girl merely shook her head, how could she explain that she didn't have one? "Don't trouble yourself," she said. "Really, it was kind of you to offer, though." She took a moment to think, it probably would have been best to leave, she had no business staying. And while she thought, the boy piped up, the silence was making the situation awkward and unpleasant.

"I'm Aladdin," he said, figuring an introduction was better than saying absolutely nothing.

The girl picked her head up from her thoughts, "Huh?"

He gave a rather nervous smile, "I'm Aladdin," he repeated slower this time.

"Savannah," she coughed out, "I'm Savannah." He broke out of his nervous smile and suited himself into a more comfortable one.

"Nice to meet you." He looked the girl over once more, and then met up with her rather nervous eyes. He was to question it, if she didn't suddenly say she needed to leave.

"You too, I-I should be going. Umm, and again, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't mention it, Savannah," he said, then looked down to the small ball of fur who had robbed her earlier. He bent down and plucked the treasure he had been desperately clutching out of hunger, the monkey screeched in protest to keep it. "You know that doesn't belong to you," he said. Then again, he shouldn't talk, now should he?

"No, really, he could keep it," she said. "I'll just go find myself another one," she said, then began to back up before she lingered any longer. "Thank you, anyway, umm, good bye, Aladdin," she said and clambered over the wall and to the other side, where she knew she was probably risking herself to open view, an easy target for the guards in any case.

Though it was sunset, most of them likely forgot about her little incident earlier that day. Savannah looked back, smiled a little to herself and walked the now lonely streets of Agrabah's marketplace. Savannah hummed to herself while she tucked a bit of stray hair behind her ear, her finger being claimed by a tangle. She looked to the long strand in disgust and continued to walk, venturing down an alleyway she found a secluded area and settled down, curling herself up in a ball to keep warm. She was fortunate that she didn't share this particular alley with any other street rats. Many were territorial and Savannah lacked the motivation to fight for a spot to sleep in an open space. Desperation controlled people to commit crazy acts, and she understood, but, she was coming down from a long day with no food. Many would consider that the beginning levels of starvation.

Tomorrow would be better, she assured herself. Tomorrow she wouldn't be so foolish as to allow herself to get mixed up with an angry shop keeper and a near run in with the guards. She'd just have to take extra precaution, is all. Perhaps a visit to an old friend was in order, find an easy way to find breakfast. And with that assurance kept in mind, she allowed sleep to overcome her.

Not too far off, Aladdin passed the alleyway the female had resided for the night. He wondered who that girl was, other than finding out her name; he wanted to know more about her. It was nice to have at least someone besides a monkey to talk to. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the company Abu kept him, but, sometimes he needed another human being to talk to. He'd been alone for most of his life. He had made friends with a duo of two other street dwellers, but they left him eventually, as well. He never had girls as friends, he didn't know what they were like or how to really talk to a girl. He had witnessed guys talking to girls, and many ended poorly.

"Probably made a fool of myself," he muttered, recalling the situations of how the guys tried to smooth talk the girls, and then glanced over to the monkey who had finished the apple right down to the core and tossed it to the side with a full belly. He had no problems interacting with Abu, he was really all he had left.

Aladdin smiled somewhat and stroked the monkey with his index and middle finger. The moon beamed on the duo as they passed through multiple blocks of homes and came upon a sector in which the moonbeams bathed and in his line of sight had been the palace in all of its glory. For a moment, the boy could feel his heart race. For him, the palace was relief, it was hope. The palace was a building of dreams. In his dreams, the palace took him away from the plights of poverty. Instead of running, servants held platters open with food aplenty; shelter from the elements and a life so unattainable to him given his current state.

"What I wouldn't give to live there," he said. "Wouldn't be scrounging for food, or sleep in the cold anymore. We wouldn't have any problems at all..." But who had he been kidding? It was just a far off mirage that he would have to wish for to get even close to getting into the palace.

"Come on, Abu...let's go home," he said, then looked over to his shoulder to find out that the monkey had fallen asleep at some point while he had been lost in his fantasies. He laughed a bit and passed a few more blocks, climbed up a ladder and settled down in a disheveled, but spacious room. A part of the wall had been knocked out, but, was covered by a sheet in a weak attempt to keep the cold out. The boy settled his companion on a pillow that seemed twice its size and covered the frail body with a shredded navy blanket that had been a mere scrap of cloth that he found one day.

Once he was sure that his furry friend was settled in, he sat on the ledge and glanced out towards his view of the palace. He often stared at it, but there was no sight like what he had seen earlier, up close and nearly personal. But, that was merely feeding his boyish dreams. Hey, that's what kept him going, right? His dreams were what gave him at least a light glimmer of hope in such a blackened world. As long as he dreamed, he was still Aladdin.