I added a lot more to the first few chapters, as they were written years ago. The last three chapters aren't changed very much, but still edited a bit. If any of the chapters stand out to you, feel free to like or comment on them individually. I don't know if I'll do this for any of my other stories, I'll probably wait to see how this one does. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the full completed version of Genie In a Bottle.
Chapter 1
Genie In a Bottle
Jason walked through the alleyway with his head down, trying to avoid being seen by the bullies he knew were looking for him. They came for him at the same time every day, and he had learned to take different routes home. They seemed to be catching on though, as they always seemed to find him eventually. The goal was just to go as long as he could without a beating.
He was almost out of the alley, and to a street he knew was safe, when he heard the all too familiar sounds of Mike's bike chain around the corner. Jason only had a spilt second to make a move, and quickly hoisted himself into the dumpster beside him. Right away the awful smell hit him, and he had to pinch his nose shut just to keep from vomiting. He knew he was going to be filthy, but that was better than bloody.
Staying crouched down amongst all the garbage, Jason could hear the bikes coming up the alley. All he could do was pray that they wouldn't find him. He could deal with being filthy, but he didn't want to be filthy and get his ass kicked. He could hear Mike and the others' voices laughing and shouting as they got closer. When they rode by, Jason held his breath and closed his eyes, and a moment later he was relieved to hear them continuing down the alley.
When he couldn't hear them anymore, Jason slowly poked his head out, making sure the coast was clear. They were indeed gone, and Jason went about trying to brush the filth off himself. Unfortunately, some of the trash had been wet, and there was no way to get it off without a shower. Jason let out a deep sigh, hating that he had to deal with this every day. He was about to jump out of the dumpster, when something caught his eye. He looked down, and sitting amongst all the trash was a shiny, golden something.
Jason reached down, ignoring the filth and garbage, as he was already covered. He pulled the golden something out, and was shocked to see a little golden lamp; the kind you would see in an old genie movie. It was dirty, and dented in many places, but it still looked cool, and Jason decided to take it home. He put it in his jacket pocket and hopped down out of the dumpster. As he was walking home, it felt like the lamp was burning in his pocket, but when he reached his hand in, it felt cool.
Thankfully Jason's parents weren't home when he arrived, so he was able to hurry upstairs without an annoying interrogation. As soon as he got to his room he stripped off all his filthy clothes and threw them into a pile. Before going into the bathroom to shower, Jason held up the little lamp to admire it. It had a powerful look to it that Jason just couldn't explain. Something about it was making him feel funny, or perhaps it was just the smell of his clothes. The lamp felt cool and warm at the same time, and Jason unconsciously started rubbing its side. He rubbed it for a few seconds, enjoying the hot and cold feel of the thing, before throwing it onto his bed and heading into the bathroom.
Jason took a nice, long shower, making sure to get all the filth and grime off himself. As he stepped out of the shower he heard something fall in his room, and guessed the cat had knocked something over. He began drying off, and then as he was combing his hair, he heard a definite crash from his room. Without even taking the time to dress, he turned around and opened the door, wondering what the hell the cat was doing.
Jason opened the door to yell at the cat, and nearly screamed when he saw a stranger sitting on his bed. He quickly shut the door, wondering what on earth was going on. He hadn't brought any fresh clothes into the bathroom, so he had to wrap a towel around his waist. He was trying to figure out who in the world the woman on his bed might be, when his mind began to slowly register what it had actually seen. It had not just been a woman sitting there on his bed, it had been a very attractive woman. And she didn't appear to be wearing very much either.
Jason opened the door slowly this time, half expecting the woman to be gone. He opened the door, and there she was, sitting on his bed with her legs folded, smiling up at him.
"Hi there," the pretty blonde said in a surprisingly sultry voice. "You must be Jason."
"Um, ya. That's right," Jason said awkwardly, looking around his room for any other strangers that might have unexpectedly appeared. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Well where else would I be silly?" The blonde giggled.
"Uh, who are you?" Jason asked, still looking around in confusion.
"I'm Elvira," she said cheerily. "It's really nice to meet you. It's been way too long."
"Uh, I'm sorry. Have we met before?" Jason asked, still utterly bewildered at the sudden appearance of this astonishingly beautiful woman.
"Of course not silly," Elvira laughed again. "I think you would remember meeting me."
"Ya, I guess so," Jason agreed, knowing he would definitely have remembered meeting this woman. She was possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long flowing blonde hair, and an absolutely prefect face. Her eyes were baby blue, and bigger than any eyes Jason had ever seen. Her little button nose made her eyes look even bigger, and her lips looked nice and soft. She was wearing a brown cloth bra that barely managed to cover her giant breasts, and no shirt. She had on what looked like a loincloth, and Jason could almost see up it. "So, are you like, one of my mom's friends or something?" He asked, already knowing that his mother had no friends like this.
"You're so funny Jason," Elvira laughed again. Jason couldn't help but stare down at her huge cans as they jiggled about with her laughter.
"So, then, what are you doing here?" Jason asked.
"I'm here for you," Elvira said, looking confused herself now. "You brought me here."
"What are you talking about?" Jason asked, taken aback. "I've never met you before." He was beginning to fear that some crazy homeless person had wandered into his house and room, but her striking attractiveness was keeping him from panicking.
"Well of course you haven't silly," she laughed again. "I've been sleeping for a very long time."
"Wait," Jason said, his mind turning to a totally wild idea; an idea that couldn't possibly be real. "Where's that lamp?" He began looking around for it, and saw it lying on the floor next to the bed. He bent down and picked it up, and was surprised at how cold it had gotten. It had none of the warmth he had felt before, and he slowly looked up at the mysterious beauty in dawning surprise.