Well, this is the first chapter of a short story I started based on the Disney movie Aladdin, called Amicus Like Me! 'Amicus' means 'Friend' in Latin. Get it? 'Friend Like Me!' I like this title. So, it's just a ficlet…staring Genie, and his new, albeit VERY reluctant master. She needs to learn to have fun, and who better to do that then our fun-lovin' Genie?

Disclaimer: I do not own Genie, but Ker is mine…and any other seemingly unrelated character soon to show up is mine too!

So with out further ado, our story unfolds with Ker, and the silent lamp…

Chapter the First: Wake Up Call!

Kerkira sighed from where she lay on her parents' bed, staring at the offending lamp that lay in the sheets.

'It's your entire fault.' She reprimanded it. 'Well, half your fault, half Melissas' fault.' Ker admitted.

It had been her nice, funny and CLUMSY friend who had knocked over the Ancient Arabian display at the museum. Then, in both their hastened scramble to try and pick things up and put them back in their proper place, the lamp been shoved into her backpack…without her knowledge of course. She had taken it home, finding it only when she had run upstairs to her room, searching for her homework.

Now the teen had no idea on what to do with it, and when she had called Melissa, she promptly ignored the advice given to her. There was no way she would sell the thing for money!

It didn't look like a keeper anyway, she probably wouldn't get much.

She tried to focus on the show that was currently playing, a Drake and Josh episode she favored, but between the lamp glistening in the sun and catching her eye, and the sound of her parents' most recent heated argument, it was hard to do.

She didn't want this, she had never wanted this. All this confusion and reckless things she did, not to mention she was unlucky by nature. She had but one friend, who was wacky in her own right, parents she could never please, and only one talent. But then, this talent was going to support her for the rest of her life. So that last part was admittedly okay.

Which reminded her, she needed to finish that last request…well, that meant she would have to go to the store to get another indigo blue pencil, the other one had been broken…it was too small.

And then there was the whole thing with this god forsaken lamp! It was useless, and if she told her parents about it, then they would get mad at her. She would probably be jailed for stealing museum property. (Which she hadn't even stolen in the first place!) But that was irrelevant; no one would listen to her any way.

A thump and slam of a door nearly knocked Ker off the bed, and out of her thoughts. She grabbed the lamp unconsciously. Her light brown hair shaded her eyes for a moment, while she caught her breath. When she noticed the fact she was holding the lamp like a child would a teddy bear, she moaned.

"Get out of my life." She let it roll off the bed, the covers rubbing it along the way…and then…

Pop! Shizz! Shing!

Ker watched in shock and wonderment as it began turning and twisting, small sparks shooting out of the once lifeless lamp. It looked like it was regurgitating or something. Smoke curled in tendrils around it, flowing upward to form a threatening dark gray figure…Fire like eyes stared at her as it continued to grow, bigger, and bigger…and then-THUMP!

"Ow! Who renovated the cave on me?" A voice demanded and the smoke began to clear, revealing a hulking blue figure crouching and rubbing his head, his expression perfectly matching his words.

"Carpet, we've gotta line this wall with some of your friends, either that I've gotta take some shrink pills." He crouched even lower and opened his eyes, noticing Ker, who was still sitting on the bed open mouthed.

Ker, for her part, had half an expression on her that said 'irk' and another part that said 'OH MY GOOD GOD!!!' And she remained rooted to her spot, before it finally dawned on her to do something.

So she jumped right up and bolted out of the room, slamming her door and locking it.

She pressed her face against the door to calm herself down, listening to her thumping heart, when a voice was heard right behind her. "That's good, lock 'em all out!" She spun around to come face to face the same blue figure grinning at her.

"Lock, who out?" She stuttered. The…blue thing raised an eyebrow, "Hey, kid, don't look at me, you're the one who closed the door. I'm not physic you know, you didn't wish for that." He absentmindedly conjured up a nail file out of thin air and began using it on his own hand as he spoke.

'Wish…?' Ker thought. "Wait, what…are you?" He grinned widely, and with a wolfish smile jumped up and created a sparkling banner behind him and shouted, "I'm the….GENIE OF THE LAMP!" Ker stared a moment, at the shining and extravagant banner and fireworks behind the Genie, his great big smile, out stretched welcoming hands…before looking at her phone and stating, "I'm calling the police."

She reached for the phone and grabbed the receiver, when it suddenly turned into the Genies' head, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Well you're not me, are you?" Ker snapped at it. The Genie disappeared and returned full view beside her, talking to himself. "Oh, fiery, gotta watch that…since when did teenagers become so harsh?" He twiddled his fingers and waited, listening to his new masters, er mistress' conversation.

"No, really sir, this isn't a joke, I-" Ker frowned at the window. "Yes, a big blue guy came out of a lamp and-" This policeman was no big help. The Genie winced when she slammed down the phone muttering to herself. Ker glared at him.

"I believe I did mention to you it wouldn't work." He said. Ker turned around and crossed her arms, giving the Genie a full view of her. She had ice blue eyes that rivaled his own natural color, head cocked to the side, lightly brown hair in a ponytail falling to the side. Her lips were slightly pursed, reminding him of a librarian on a busy day.

Her shirt was black, sporting the Pirates of the Caribbean logo. Jeans were torn and ragged, but they looked like they just been washed the day before, so that meant it was a natural look for them. A pair of flip flops rested comfortably under her feet, though the sandals seemed to have had been put back together in several places with hockey tape.

"Well?" She asked, snapping the Genie out his daze. He shrugged. Ker shook her head and scoffed. If this guy was being truthful in who he actually was, (She didn't doubt him as much when he had turned into the phone) then that lamp in the bedroom was his. Which meant it wasn't hers, which meant she was off the hook. Good.

She stalked back into her parents' bedroom, stooping to grab the lamp and holding out to the Genie, who had followed her. "Take this, and don't let the window slam you on the way out."

Genie jaw comically dropped to the floor. "But! You can't-" He stuttered. He had never had someone so…unresponsive to his actions! Even if she had suddenly gone maniacal, and asked or world power, that was better than nothing! But this girl was…she didn't want him. That hurt.

"I don't think you understand, you see, I'm a genie, you get three wishes! I have phenomenal cosmic powers! Isn't there something you want really badly!?" Ker shook her head and started going down stairs. "I don't care if you have semi phenomenal cosmic powers. Please leave me alone."

Ker was pretty sure this was the same Genie from Aladdin, a rather fond of Disney movie she had. She had liked the movie when she was little, and when she was young. Everything was better back then. When her parents didn't fight. But, she also knew the Genies' limits.

Unfortunately for Ker, her one wish was outside the Genie's powers, and categorized in his limitations.

Um…should I continue? Well, let me know with your reviews, hate it, love it, hit me with an axe? (That last one translates to: You REALLY REALLY hate it) Hope it's not that last one. I'm sorry it's so short.