Jasmine sighed, “Yes.”
He refrained from raising an eyebrow and continued, “I well, that is… why? Why did you kiss me?”
“Because I love you.”
“You… you love me?” he repeated, blinking confusedly at this. “Is this a joke?” he asked. And he wished he had not met her at all.
“Do you really means it… I mean–look at me.” He held out his arms and sat down. “I am a street rat, a thief! a scoundrel, a public menace…” He was called those sort of names every day and he was beginning to think they suited him. “I’m nothing . What could you possibly see in me?” he questioned, staring up at Jasmine.
To his surprise, she sat down next to him and took his hands in hers. “You are the only man I know that actually understand me. You saved my life, you were willing to help me even though we’ve only just met. You have a pure heart and a noble spirit. You are everything I could ever want, Aladdin.” she said softly, lifting her hand to his cheek.
“Jasmine… I…” Without warning, her lips silenced him and he was flying again. When they broke apart he wrapped his arms around her protectively, not wanting to let go for fear she was a mirage. “I love you.”
“If you love me, then will you do something for me?”
“Anything.” he replied emphatically.
“Do not ever cut yourself down like that again.” Jasmine ordered firmly. “You may think that you are nothing, but to me you are everything.
Aladdin smiled wanly and pressed his lips to her forehead. He frowned a little when he felt her trembling against him. “What’s wrong?”
“My father…he’ll notice I am gone. He is going to send the guards out to look for me.” Her expression changed, her eyes full of stubborn determination, a look that both scared and thrilled Aladdin. “I am not going back. Not after finally tasting freedom.”
“You have never left the palace?” he asked, surprised. He supposed that if she had ever been to town he would have noticed her, but then, Agrabah was huge. Still, it was likely that he would have heard if the Princess was out and about in the town.
Jasmine shook her head. “Never. That palace is a prison. I can’t go back… not when I have to marry one of those fools.”
Aladdin was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. He was almost afraid to voice his opinion, as it was such a radical suggestion. But when he saw her staring up expectantly at him, he began, “What if we ran away?” At her surprised look he continued, “We could get away from all this. We could go anywhere, anywhere you like. Just you and me.”
Their heads both turned at Abu’s protest. Aladdin chuckled a little at the monkey before adding, “And Abu. I guess I am stuck with him.”
Abu looked as if he was going to throw something at him, but Aladdin simply ruffled his fur affectionately.
Jasmine giggled at the monkey’s outburst, but then her radiant smile faded. Aladdin raised an eyebrow at this and she asked, “Where would we go? What would we live on?”
Without thinking he laid his hand over hers. “Love.”
It was now late and darkness covered all. They decided to go to Aladin’s house for the night and then think of some plan the next morning.
In the last hours of the night, Jasmine awoke with a start. For a moment she was alarmed, as she was used to the soft cushions of her bedchamber in the palace, instead of the rough blanket and throw pillow on which she had fallen asleep. A smile crept across her face as she remembered the events of that day, and she looked across the room, expecting to find Aladdin sleeping soundly. However, she could not. She sat up a little and saw the moonlight shining through the huge window that left the hovel open to the elements. The young man was sitting on a step, gazing out over the city pensively. The moonlight enveloped him and made him seem almost dreamlike. To Jasmine he looked even more beautiful, like a finely chiseled statue of solid marble. She could have marveled at him all night, but she did not want to disturb him. She was about to return to her makeshift cot, but when she saw the dried tears on his cheeks she stepped forward involuntarily. “Aladdin?”