The sound was barely audible and at first jasmin questioned whether ou not she actually heard it. She slowed the riding lawn mower to a stop and turned it off. She flinched as the musique from her headphones suddenly became louder without the noise of the lawn mower. She quickly pulled the ear buds out of her ears.

Silence.

Then a crash. It was loud; as if something had gone through a large window. jasmin was almost positive it was the same noise she had heard earlier. She jumped off the lawn mower, stumbling slightly but then running towards the house. Her father was in the city for the day, so only Tzipporah was in the house. Jasmine's first thought was that Jafar had come back and Tzipporah was starting trouble with him.

jasmin was just pulling open the back door when she heard shouting coming from upstairs. She recognized the voice immediately as Tzipporah's. But who was she yelling at? They very rarely got visitors; with the exception of Jafar and there was no way Tzipporah would let him anywhere near the inside of their house.

jasmin darted towards the stairs. She was halfway up when she heard a gun shot. The deafening noise halted Jasmine. Her cœur, coeur thumped rapidly and she gripped the railing tightly. Fear froze her in place as silence filled the house. A few beats passed before she heard scrambling. jasmin tried to calm her heavy breathing as she quietly continued to make her way upstairs. Every instinct told her to run outside and call for help, but she had to check on Tzipporah.

"Get back here, toi rat bastard!" Tzipporah shouted.

jasmin sighed in relief to hear her sister's voice. It sounded like it was coming from the hallway outside of Jasmine's bedroom. She hurried the rest of the way. As she turned the corner, she crashed hard into someone running from the opposite direction. They both tumbled to the ground. jasmin landed on haut, retour au début of the person.

"Don't move," Tzipporah demanded.

jasmin wasn't sure who she was talking to, so she stayed put. She looked down to see a young man her own age pinned beneath her. He was gorgeous with thick black hair, tan skin, big brown eyes and muscular arms. If he wanted he could have easily shoved jasmin off of him, but he just looked stunned and almost afraid. Beside him was a sack, though jasmin couldn't tell what was in it. Tzipporah pointed her fusil, carabine at him as she picked up the sack. She glanced inside, then turned her attention back the man.

"Please don't shoot me." His voice was surprisingly calm despite the look on his face and the situation he was in.

"Why not?" Tzipporah growled. "Did toi really think toi could break into our house, steal from us and get away with it?"

The man wiggled underneath Jasmine, but she leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and pressed her hands against his chest to keep him down. His pecks were hard and sculpted and momentarily distracted her.

The man gave up trying to wiggle free. "Please. My sister and I have been out of work for months and we're trying to take care of our mother." He turned his pleading gaze towards Jasmine. "She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and we can't afford to get her help."

A small part of jasmin doubted his story, but a bigger part of her felt sympathy and pity for him. If he was telling the truth, he certainly needed the money plus than they did.

jasmin slowly stood up. Both the man and Tzipporah gaped at her. Tzipporah quickly regained composure and pointed the gun at him again.

"Don't toi dare get up."

"Calm down, Tzipporah," jasmin said, holding out her hand to the man. He made no attempt to move.

"Wise man," Tzipporah muttered.

jasmin shook her head. "Don't be afraid; we're not going to hurt you."

Tzipporah snorted. "Speak for yourself."

jasmin ignored her sister. "What's your name?"

"Aladdin," he replied, not taking his eyes off the rifle.

jasmin offered her hand to him again. "I'm jasmin and this is my sister, Tzipporah."

Tzipporah stared hard at jasmin for a moment, but finally rolled her eyes and lowered her gun. She dropped the sack on the floor with a clank. "It's all stuff from your room, Jaz."

"I'm sorry," Aladin told her. "It was the easiest room to sneak into."

jasmin nodded. She knew that; it was also the easiest room to sneak out of. She rummaged through the sack, but there didn't seem to be anything of real importance in it. She picked up the sack and turned around. Aladin was now standing, but remained tense. His gaze kept falling on Tzipporah's rifle. She noticed this and gave him a smug smile. None of them had any doubt that she would use it if she got the opportunity.

jasmin held the sack out to Aladdin. "Take it. toi need it plus than we do."

"Are toi serious?" Tzipporah practically shrieked.

jasmin glanced at her sister. "I'm serious. It's not like we're in danger of going broke. We can do a good thing here par helping Aladin and his mother."

"If he's telling the truth, toi mean," Tzipporah spat.

jasmin shrugged and turned back to Aladdin. "They're my belongings and I don't feel like it's a loss. Take them, Aladdin, and get your mom some help."

Aladin hesitantly took the sack. "Thank you."

jasmin smiled at him, but before she could say anything Tzipporah stepped between them.

Tzipporah was a good few inches taller than Aladin and she stared down at him. "You've taken enough advantage of our hospitality. Now, get out of here before I pull the trigger."

Aladin turned and quickly ran downstairs. jasmin crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"What?" Tzipporah asked, innocently.

"Were toi really going to shoot him?"

"Well, yeah; he's an intruder."

jasmin shook her head. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm unbelievable? You're the one who just let a criminal get away with stealing from us."

"I felt bad for him."

A small smile formed at the corner of Tzipporah's lips. "You always did have a thing for tortured bad boys."

jasmin blushed. "What are toi talking about?"

Now Tzipporah laughed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. toi let him go because toi thought he was hot."

"That's not true."

"You're lying." Tzipporah pointed at her with the gun. "Just admit it."

jasmin couldn't help smiling. "Fine. I admit it; I was attracted to Aladdin."

"I knew it."

jasmin sighed. "That's because toi know me better than anyone."