If I expected to see my friend and/or sister waiting for me, I certainly would have been disappointed. However, I didn't expect much, since my sister, Isabelle, had probably already made friends with some Dauntless girls, and Jace was probably already flirting with those same girls. I sighed, my eyes scanning my feet as I sit in my bed at the end of the initiate's room. My bed is near the bathroom, but thankfully not close enough for it to bother me. Though, I wish I was closer to Isabelle or Jace. It would have at least given me some hope that I wasn't going to have to make new friends.
    Though, as luck would have it, a tap on the shoulder took me out of my depressive thinking.
    "Hey, bunk buddy. I guess we're sharing the bed, ay?"
    I turned to see a boy standing next to my bed, grinning and waving in a friendly manner. He has bronze-colored skin, almost like Jace's, but slightly more mocha. My gaze lowers to his body, which is lean, and slightly muscular, and by god, his is tall. At the very least he is six feet tall. His hair is spiked up in an almost careless way, and his green eyes shimmer brightly. I'm almost surprised to notice his Asian features, but, then again, his eye color could have been the result of contacts.
    "Hello. I assume we are sharing beds, then. Are the rest taken?" I ask, my gaze bouncing across the room. Many empty beds are scattered among the room, and I almost feel surprised that he chose to take the same bunk I had picked.
    "Nah, but I wanted to share with you. You seem lonely, and I think you need someone like me to be sleeping above you," he laughs, while I attempt in vain to hide a blush. His innuendo was obvious, but I still couldn't contain my slight chuckle.
    His eyes went wide as he heard my giggle.
    "Are you okay? Do you need water?"
    I look at him with an equally shocked expression.
    "What do you mean?" I ask, blinking slightly.
    "Is that how you laugh?" He responds, leaning forward and staring at me.
    I nod slowly before he bursts out laughing.
    "You Abnegation are hilarious, do you know that?"
    In moments, I smile warmly and laugh a tiny bit, only making him continue to giggle.
    "Oh, god, well, I'm Magnus. Y'know, the only Amity transfer?" He smiled.
    It seemed all of our sentences together were questions, I noticed, before I nodded in response.
    "Yeah, I can tell," I point at his red shirt and yellow pants, both of the articles of clothing clinging to his body as if they were a second skin. Only, I preferred his first skin much more.
    "Hpmh, don't push your luck, Abnegation. I could just as easily go pick someone else to bunk with." He faux-threatens me, raising an eyebrow in a curious fashion. "By the way . . . what might your name be?"
    I swallow hard, smiling roughly as I tried not to gaze at his shirt which was now retreating from his lower stomach. By how the tan-colored blotch in my peripheral moved, I could tell he was very skinny. I tried hard not to let my blood flow to my cheeks so easily.
    "Alec. I really like your name. It means 'great', right?" I add, smiling gently, feeling blood flow into another area of my body.
    He nodded, "Yeah, I am very much of that. Anyway, wanna go get new clothes? I mean, I love how bright these ones are, but if I want to be Dauntless, red and yellow won't exactly cut it. Besides, the Dauntless have sexy black clothes."
    I nodded, unable to come up with a response.
    Suddenly, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as he pulled me up to his level. Correction: he was six foot four, and I was a measly five foot eight. I smiled, and chortled a bit as he then pulled our sides close. He looked down at me, giving a warm, inviting smile.
    "I think I'm going to like you, Alec."