Figuring it Out

Before

Jasmine's POV

Yawning I opened my eyes. I quietly admired Aladdin as he slept peacefully next to me. I didn't doubt for a second that mornings were my favorite time of day, just the two of us, no distractions. Placing my head on his shoulder I grabbed his hand. "I see someones awake," he poked with one eye open.

Giggling I looked up, "Sorry did I wake you?"

"No you didn't," he smiled. "What time is it?"

"I don't even know, but it must be early,"

"Remember those days before the wedding we'd stay in bed all day just talking."

Nodding I closed my eyes and took in a breath, I remembered like it was yesterday...

*Flashback*

"Stop it Al, my father's going to hear us," I said as I ran away from Aladdin who wouldn't stop tickling me.

"So what if he hears us, I'm in love with you, you're in love with me, and I kind of want the whole entire world knowing that," he smirked as he pressed me against a wall and combed my hair back.

"Well I want the whole world to know that too, but once its certified by law and not because we keep sneaking into each others chambers." I giggled as I went to give him a peck. "I love you so much,"

"Nope I think I love you more,"

I don't know if it was the hormones, or the pre-wedding jitters but it was almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. Before we knew it we were making out in my bed. "Doing this against everyones rules makes it kind of sexy don't you think?" I said as I pulled away.

"I think you're sexy, which might make this feel sexy,"

Rolling my eyes I laughed, "You're such a clown,"

"Maybe but I'm a clown thats cra—" I put my hand on Aladdin's mouth.

"Shut up," I whispered as I felt footsteps approach my bedroom. Looking back at Aladdin I widened my eyes at him, "Get under the bed,"

"What?" He whispered back.

"Just do what I'm saying Al hurry—"
As the door knob turned Aladdin managed to get under. Quickly I ran to the door, "Who is it?"

"Umm Dalia, who else—" Opening the door I poked my head out.

"Oh hi,"

"Hi... are you okay? You look a bit, red." She pressed her hand against my forehead.

"No I'm fine, you can—" Dalia made her way in.

"You know theres a flu going around, are you sure you feel okay?"

Suddenly I heard a thud, "Mhm,"

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That noise,"

"What noise?"

"Jasmine," she raised her eyebrows at me. "Alright where is he?" She sighed.

"Where's who?"

"Jasmine he either comes out or I go looking,"