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On the Edge: A GrapeJuiice Filled Fanfiction

There I was, sitting on the glistening plastic rim of a giant peanut butter jar. The smooth surface of the silky cream had not yet been ruptured. Jace made sure it was not chunky: the way I like it. The ledge where I was sitting was probably only three feet across. It's pretty precarious unless you're a shadowhunter.

A silver flash followed by one of obsidian popped up on the other side of the rim: Malfoy and Alec no doubt. Yeah. It's pretty weird hanging out with a wizard in a world full of warlocks, but as we've all heard: all the stories are true. Gracious, that Slytherin boy is a looker. I was just about to dive into the peanut heaven when a hand caught my arm.

"You can't do that. You know you're just a marshmallow," the blue eyes that just apparated beside me were stricken.

"I know, but we have to live for the moment!" I pleaded.

"We've discussed this, Clary," chimed in a third voice.

"It doesn't matter! I don't know what I am anymore. I'm not a wizard; I'm not a shadowhunter. I'm just fluffed sugar."

"Are any of us really more than that?" Draco said. He's so misunderstood. Everyone thinks he's evil, but really he just has a crush on Ron Weasley.

"Well," I sniffed, "Magnus has sprinkles."

"We can't choose the gifts we have," he said. "We just have to utilize them."

"How am I talking if I'm a marshmallow?"

"It only rains on Tuesdays."

"Since when are you a meteorologist?!" a voice unknown to me screamed out of my throat.

"Where is this coming from, Clary?"

"My smores got burned earlier, and I don't know what I'm doing with my life!"

"Cannibal!"

"What is the point of this story?"

"Who knows?" he yelled , and I watched his blonde head disappear into the peanut butter.