I'm going to make this short, because it is just a strange idea I came up with. I want to see what you, the readers, think of it before I make it a full on story instead of a one-shot. I hope you like this crazy story. The summary will change if and when the story extends.

Disclaimer-I do not own the Descendants movies, books, or any other franchise.

One Wednesday afternoon, about two months after Cotillion, the first Tourney practice had ended for the day. That practice was mainly meant to get a feel of what the follow season would be like. The team would have to practice hard to make up for Ben not being able to play due to his kingly duties. If another player would drop out, there would be no way that they'd win any games afterwards.

However, that will be a matter later on in the future.

Jay, the only son of Jafar, was sitting on the bleacher trying to organize his already messy gym bag when Aziz, son of Aladdin and Jasmine (practically a clone of his father except shorter hair), sat a row below him. "What?" Jay demanded after a few moments of awkward silence passed by, but he didn't look up from his task.

"Go on a date with me."

Jay's bag slipped from his hands once the statement was said. Silently cursing himself, he quickly grabbed it again before looking at the prince with both shock and confusion. "Excuse me, you want me to what?"

"Go on a date with me Friday," Aziz repeated with more confidence.

Jay seemed a little skeptical about the idea, but couldn't help asking, "You're gay?"

"And so are you." Aziz retorted, before explaining, "I asked Carlos about a week ago if you were into any of the girls you constantly flirt with. He said you flirt with them for the fun of it because you're into guys. Carlos realized what he said a few seconds later, but before he had a panic attack, I told him I wanted to know because I wanted to date you."

Jay growled as he stood from the bleachers, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "I'm gonna kill him."

Aziz swiftly moved in front of him to prevent the boy from leaving. "Do you have an answer though?"

"What will the. . . date entail?" Jay questioned, not quite liking using the word 'date'. "I need to know that first."

"Movies, arcade, and dinner at arcade." Aziz rattled off as though he had rehearsed the line, which he might have. "We would go after practice Friday. If you feel uncomfortable during any part of the date, we can call a few of the guys and make it a hang-out instead."

Jay shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder. "Can I get back to you some time tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." Aziz agreed, but as soon as he stepped away, the ex-thief stormed off the field, causing him to yell, "Where you going?"

"To kill a de Vil!"

Jay found himself closing the girls' (Evie and Mal's) bedroom door behind him about twenty minutes later because his target was not in their shared room. Instead, Carlos de Vil was laying on Evie's bed, petting his trusting companion (Dude) while not having a care in the world. Once he saw Jay, he sat up in a hurry (almost in fear), interrogating him as he did so, "Did he do it? Did he really ask you?"

Jay glared at him with as much hatred as he could. "Would I have this strong urge to kill you if he hadn't?!"

"Time-out!" Evie shouted as she quickly got in the way of Jay's path, momentarily forgetting her sewing project that she held in one hand (a handmade chew toy for Dude). Turning toward the clearly pissed off boy, she calmly wondering, "Who asked you what and why do you want to kill Carlos?"

"He," Jay pointed at the boy for emphasis, "told Aziz about my little secret!"

"Carlos!" Evie twirled to the younger teen. "How could you do such a thing?!"

"It was by accident!"

"Hold up." Mal insisted, which caused the three to pause in their actions, before adverting her attention to Jay. "What did Aziz ask you?"

He sighed as he plopped his back on the purple haired girl's bed, covering his face with his hand. "He asked me out on a date."

"That's what you're so mad about?" Evie let out an exasperated sigh as she went back to her sewing desk to finish her side-project. "I thought it was something bad!"

"What exactly did he say?" Mal pursued, wanting to know the full details.

With a groan, Jay explained the full situation, "He asked me out on a date for Friday after practice; movie, arcade, and dinner at arcade. He said that at any time during the date that I get uncomfortable, we can call a few friends and make it a hang-out instead."

"Why don't you want to go then?" Carlos interrogated again once he knew he was no longer in danger.

Jay stayed silent, but Mal seemed to know the answer. "It's gonna be your first date, isn't it?"

Jay kept quiet as he rolled over on his stomach, and hid his face in the bed's blankets. Mal decided to try to be encouraging, "Go on the date. If you don't like it, then do what he suggests and don't go on another. What could go wrong with that?"

Jay didn't answer once again and didn't say anything for quite some time because he had an answer that he didn't want to tell.

"Aziz!"

The prince turned around at the sound of his name and perked up slightly when he discovered Jay had called his name. (It was the next day after Tourney practice.) Aziz smiled as he asked, "Do you have an answer?"

"You swear I can call any of them at any time?" Jay countered, wanting a bit of reassurance.

"I promise," Aziz swore with full honesty in his tone. "We can even ditch the movie whenever you'd like and have them meet us at the arcade."

"Okay," Jay slowly said as he questioned, "What time again?"

"After practice tomorrow." Aziz quickly determined/reminded. "We'll get change and then head to the theater; it's about a twenty minute walk and it's another ten to the arcade, if you don't mind it."

"Not at all," Jay denied a bit nervously.

If only Jay knew what he'd end doing, or, more like what would happen to him.