"Now that we have the rules established, let's head to bed. Women to the left, men to the right. Goodnight everyone."
That was our principal, Mr. Starkweather. He seems nice enough. Enough, as in he's major creepy, but whatever.
The crowd of students and staff(also creepy) moved out of the food hall toward dorms. As i shifted into the line of boys moving to the right, i saw Izzy wave goodbye, and blow me a kiss. I waved goodnight back. The line got thinner and thinner until i was the only boy left, standing alone in the hallway. Oh boy, what am i going to do?
"Hey."
I whipped around to see who had spoken.
Mr. Starkweather.
Oh boy.
"Curfew was 10 minutes ago. What are you still doing in the hall?"
"I don't have a room, sir," i answered keeping my head down, my fringe hiding my eyes from view.
When i didn't get an answer,i looked up to find him smiling at me.
*Awkward*
"I know a room that only has one boy in it. Follow me," he said turning and walking away.
I followed him until we came to the door exactly in the middle of the right side of the hallway.
" Go on in, he won't bite. Scratch that, he might. You never know with Magnus," Mr, stark said shaking his head, and heading back down the hall.
I sighed and opened the door.
Oh boy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Magnus POV:
Having a dorm to yourself is the best thing ever.
Yeah, no.
It's pretty sad actually. No one wanted to share a room with the sparkly-glittery-shiny-fantabulous-awesome-gorgeous... wait, what were we talking about? Oh, yes. No one wanted a room with the not-so-straight boy. At all.
I rolled over on my full sized bed, and screamed into my pillow. It isn't just my non-straightness it is my parents also, let me explain. See, my parents are multi-trillianaires. In other words I'm filthy rich. Because of that people think I'm a stuck-up spoiled rich kid. As if.
I heard voices in the hallway, and someone was opening the door.
Yeah buddy.
He is a-friggin-dorable. He stood there at the door awkwardly, looking at my side of the room like it was gonna eat him. I had finished unpacking 20 minutes ago(a new record, yay!), and it looked wonderful. My lime green comforter was on my bed with my fluffy-glittery pink and purple pillow, and assorted other colored pillows. My stuffed butterfly Duce Court Butler(he has a sexy name because he is sexy) was at the end of my bed. Rainbow sheets and curtains, hot pink desk lamp, and rhinestoned baby blue cell phone.
Yeah buddy.
My side of the room is awesome.. i think my roomate is going to pass out.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Alec POV:
Color. That word explains it all. It was everywhere, like a unicorn threw up its guts on one side.
"Uhm," came a voice from the bed-o-colors.
He was beautiful, no, wait. He's a boy, uhm he's handsome. No... he's gorgeous.
"Uhm," i said back.
He shifted and sat up on his bed, glitter falling from his... HEAD? Seriously?
Oh boy.
He got off of his bed, and walked toward me. He stuck out his hand and i unconsciously took it.
Oh boy.
"Magnus," he said, "Magnus Bane."
"Alec Lightwood," i said releasing his hand.
"Alec," he said raising an eyebrow. I couldn't help but notice the way my name rolled off his tongue so smoothly...
"Alexander," i said.
We were still at the door with me half in the hallway.
"I guess you're here because?" He asked, raising that perfectly arched eyebrow again.
Yes, he needs to stop doing that... right now.
"Mr. Stark-"
"Ahh, of course, my godfather," he said shaking his head and chuckling.
He went back to his bed, and flopped onto it, head buried in the pillows. God, how can be walk in those pants? He was wearing a black button-down dress shirt, with silver stitching. He had on black skinny jeans, that my mind registered as deliciously tight, with silver lining, and black and silver Jordans. His hair was done up in spikes. Dangerous-should be illegal-spikes. Ouch. Face make-uped, black linered eyes, silver shadow, thin foundation. Lips...
"You just gonna stand there and ogle at me, Alexander? Or are you going to close the door?" That amazing eyebrow arched again.
*Twitch*
I closed the door and went over to my bed. This is gonna be a long year.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Magnus POV:
'He was totally checking me out,' Magnus thought as Alexander blushed again. He had only three bags. That's funny, I'd had nine.
He pulled a black and navy blue comforter out of one of the bags, along with matching sheets, and a single white pillow.
Yeah, no. That is just terrible. No color at all. It really shouldn't have been a surprise based on what he was wearing. Faded black jeans, gray collared button-down, and black airwalks.
"So," he said with his back to me, he layed(lyed? Lied? Idk..) down on his now made bed, and turned on his side to face me,"did you call Stark your godfather?"
"Yeah. He is," i said looking in my nightstand for my schedule.
Lucky me, i have Alexander's. I scanned his schedule, and walked to his nightstand. I compared the classes. Three out of four, including gym.
Yeah buddy.
"We have three classes with one another," i said.
If i had said "three class TOGETHER" he probably would've died.
I handed him his schedule, and pulled back my covers. I took off my pants and shirt, leaving me in only my boxers and tank.
" It's ten," i stated nodding my head toward the clock, "should get some sleep."
He nodded once, and shut of the lights.
It's gonna be a great year.
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