~I do not own these characters~
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.
