Alec P.o.v.

Everyone picked up their stuff up and rushed to get to the door that led to the rooms of the boat.

I was at the back of the group, and I didn't really care what room I got, as long as it had a bed to myself. I'm not that picky.

I didn't really want to go on this trip, and I had been looking forward to just being lazy all summer, but then my parents had heard about it and insisted on signing me and my sister Isabelle up for it. They said that we should get out of New York more, and learn to do something interesting. Sure I'd always wanted to go to Mexico and Florida, but on a plane, not by learning to sail.

This boat really was beautiful, I thought as I finally got inside and looked around. All of the kids were scrambling to get a good room, and the hallways were emptying quickly. Crap, I'm not going to even get a room if I don't hurry. I started looking into the rooms and every single one was full. This is really bad, I thought before looking in the last room.

Magnus Bane was sitting on one of the two beds by himself looking out the window. I stood there for a second before asking, "Is anyone sharing with you? All the other rooms are full."

Magnus turned around and smiled, "Nope. Go ahead."

"Thanks," I replied. Just my luck that I would get him as a roommate. He's just so…sparkly, with all his makeup and crazy clothes and everything…But it suits him, and he looks really awesome.

"I don't know how the expect two people to fit all their stuff in one dresser," he said, glancing over at the medium sized, dark wooden dresser, then at his excessively large amount of luggage. "And there's only two bathrooms, one boys, one girls, and there's like fifteen of us!"

"I don't have much stuff. You can have most of the space, I only need one drawer."

Magnus noticed my one small suitcase for the first time. "Wow…well thanks. Which drawer do you want?"

"Whatever one. I don't really care," I replied.

"Ok." Magnus took his ipod out of his pocket and turned on a song before starting to unpack. "You don't mind the music do you?" he asked.

"No it's fine," I replied.

"Good," Magnus stated, "because if you hate Adam Lambert I'm afraid I would have to kill you."

"Who's that?"

"The singer!" he answered, and walked over to me before sitting on my bed. "Look, that's him."

I leaned over to look at the picture and saw a guy with blueish hair, tons of makeup surrounding his really nice blue eyes, and an interesting glove thing on his hand. At the top of the picture it said Adam Lambert in all capital letters and For Your Entertainment at the bottom. I hesitated, not really knowing what to say. "Well he looks…interesting," I finally replied.

"That's his album cover, he normally looks like this," Magnus said and took a second to go in the photo section of his ipod before showing me about two million pictures of a good looking guy with black hair, surrounded by various other people.

"Your kind of a stalker," I told Magnus after a couple minutes.

"I do not stalk! I lovingly follow and watch out for!"

We both started laughing at that, and then began putting our clothes in the dresser.

After a couple minutes I finished putting away my stuff and then began helping Magnus with his. He had even more stuff then Isabelle!

"So what do you think of coming here?" Magnus asked me when we finished unpacking.

I looked over at him lounging on his bed in an overly gay pose, "I didn't really want to come. My parents made me."

"Same here, my parents hate me."

"Why?" I asked.

"They're just not really open to anything…I mean look at me," Magnus answered. "It sucks because they try and make themselves look like good parents around other people, but when it's just us they don't even care, they want nothing to do with me, and they avoid me as much as possible. They get me whatever I want to make them look like such good parents, but they're rich anyways so it doesn't really matter. I just wish that they cared enough to love me for who I am, and not send me away all the time, like to boarding school, and now this trip. They've been like that since…I don't know, a while, probably at least four maybe five years…since I was around eleven…I always was a weird kid, but I don't know I guess they figured that I would grow out of it and join the other sports crazy, video game obsessed little boys, but I never did, so yeah."

"You can't help it though," I replied.

"True…but they don't care…Your really lucky Alec, your parents don't hate you, and they have no reason to."

I frowned and hesitated before nodding…if he only knew, if my parents only knew…But no, I'm not telling anybody anything like that today.

Magnus stared at me kind of suspiciously, and looked as if he was deciding whether to say something or not, but finally looked away out the window.

Just then the boater instructor guy Bob came to the door, saving us from what could have been a pretty awkward moment. "It's time for dinner guys, in the kitchen," he told us before moving on to go tell the other kids.

"Great," Magnus said to no one in particular as I followed him out the door toward the kitchen.

So what did you guys think of chapter two? I was pretty impressed by the favorites and alerts for this story…but come on people! Tell me why you like it, not just that you like it! And thanks to everyone who favorited/alerted/reviewed the story…you're all awesome. (:

Review guys…tell me why you like the story…Just imagine a tall girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes (yes the character Summer is meant to look like me) coming after you yelling, "Why! Why! Why! Why! WHY!" In your dreams tonight and then review this story….OR ELSE! (Creepy music playing) hahaha

OH YEAH! And I don't The Mortal Instruments OR Adam Lambert (What the hell that's not even possible!)…but I do own lots of his music…haha…although definitely not the rights to it! NO DUH!