Jace POV
The kiss was amazing. After a few seconds, Clary melted into my arms. I had kissed a million girls before, but this was different. This was special. She seemed to realize what she was doing because she pushed away from me.
"Wait. I shouldn't be doing this. W-what if I have a boyfriend, I have no way of knowing." She stuttered.
"If you had a boyfriend you would have texted, or phoned him. And –"
"What about Simon? Look, I don't want to try dating until this whole amnesia thing is sorted out. Please."
"I just got an idea." I took out my phone and went to Facebook. Searching the name Clary Fray I got 214 hits. Three with the correct name. One of the profile pictures showed a girl in about her mid-thirties with deep brown hair that is almost black. Not it. The second one displayed a blonde girl about our age, sitting on a couch with her boyfriend. You can tell it's her boyfriend considering the fact that his lips are on her ear, narrowly avoiding her large silver hoop earrings.
The third was by no doubt Clary. A picture of her laughing with a girl and boy. I assumed they were Simon and Maia. Maia had Mocha- coloured skin and deep brown hair tied into a hundred tiny braids. She was wearing a short that said Whatever doesn't kill me, Better start running.
Simon had pale skin, glasses, and light brown hair. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt. They were all laughing; Clary was wearing a shirt that said 'I Heart New York'. Well, that was helpful. She probably lived in New York. How could I not notice her? She lives in the same town as I d. probably.
"Good news. I think I just figured out where you live."
"Really? Where?"
"New York. That is in the US. We are in Canada. If you're wondering why I was checking my phone anyway, your answer is here. Your status is single. So –"
"Wait! Do you have bars up here?"
"Yes. Why?" I asked carefully. She didn't answer; instead she grabbed the phone out of my hand, and hers out of her pocket.
"I'm making a phone call."
"To –" I stopped myself. "I so gave you that idea."
"For once your taking credit for something you actually did." She typed in a number, copying it from her own cell phone.
Maia POV
"Jace Lightwood? Who the heck is Jace lightwood?" I wondered aloud.
"I don't know, just answer it." Simon was curious too. So, I picked up.
"Who is this?" I didn't bother saying Hello.
"Clary."
"Clary! Oh my god! Where are you? The police have been looking! All we know is that you went on vaca. With your mom, and went missing that night! I am so glad your alive!" I went on like that until she interrupted me.
"Maia. Maia. Maia! Shut up!" this wasn't like her. She never told me to shut up. I always babbled she would wait until I was done. So I did as she said and shut up. "We have one tiny little problem."
"What would that be? You're alive!"
"The problem is amnesia.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"I have amnesia. I fell down a hill that some people call 'Death Hill,' and now I've got amnesia. I got your number from my phone, and used Jace's to call. I have no bars."
"When you get your memory back, you are so paying for this long-distance call. We're in Canada remember?" I hear in the background.
"Canada? You and your mom were supposed to go to Florida! What are you doing in Canada?"
"Must've got on the wrong plain, I don't know! Where do I live?"
"New York."
"So I was right!" I hear in the background.
"By the way that's Jace. I'm at their cottage. By them I mean Jace, his sister Isabelle, and his brother Alec."
"Okay. Any idea how long this amnesia thing is supposed to last?"
"Alec's boyfriend Magnus said it should last about a week. He's in training to be a nurse."
"Boyfriend?"
"Yes boyfriend. Problem?"
"No. just making sure I heard you right." Okay. So my best friend is in Canada, at a cottage, with four strangers and no memory. What could possibly go wrong?
"When are you coming home?" I asked.
"I'm grabbing a flight ticket to New York with Izzy and her family on Saturday."
"Saturday? It's Monday! You can't stay there all week! You don't even know these people! What if –" Who I assumed was Jace interrupted.
"I can hear you!"
"Jace, shut up." Yep. That was Jace.
"Okay, I'll phne back sometime. Because this is costing Jace a lot of money. Talk to you later."
"Bye." We both hung up. "So Simon, what do you think about that?" he was dumbstruck.
