Clary Fairchild: You’re my best friend. I wasn’t mad at you.
Simon Lewis: Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn’t be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wannabe goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead.
Clary Fairchild (turning red): I was not shacking up.
Jace Herondale: And my hair is naturally blond. Just for the record.
From the book The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (Book One) | Written by Cassandra Clare
