She stared up at the golden boy in front of her, wondering again how such a perfect specimen of masculinity could love a girl like her. Someone plain and boring like her. Tears pricked her eyes as she imagined the inevitable day that he would realize she was nothing special and leave her. The day he would realize he could have anyone and would say that their relationship was...over. Jace lightly pulled away and Clary panicked, looked up-and gasped.
His eyes were shining with affection, adoration, devotion, and deep, pure true love. He leaned forward, brushing their lips together before pulling her closer into a sweet kiss.
'I'll never leave you, Clary" he whispered. "Not as long as I act of my own free will."
"Jace…" she trailed off, losing focus as she stared into glittering golden eyes. All the tension melted away as she was securely wrapped in the perfectly toned arms of her personal Adonis. They stood silently for a moment more before Jace's lips quirked up into a roguish smirk and he
Wait, wait, wait. What is this?
It's a thing… You told me to write something.
I didn't mean something like this! This is ridiculous!
You said fluff… This is fluff. I was trying to make it fluffy!
Not this fluffy. It's making me throw up a little...
Heh… Yeah. This is why I'm supposed to plan. And wait until I'm fully awake… Where did I even get "perfect specimen of masculinity" from?
I don't know. But never do that again.
Okay? I don't like that much sugar either and it's not exactly my best work, is it?
Not by a long shot. There is only one thing to do...
The old solution to bad writing?
Definitely.
BURN IT!
End.
AN: This little drabble is the conversation we had when I first produced the monstrosity above. We do not own MI, as you've probably realized by now.
