


Perfect

by Scar of hope



Category: iCarly
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2011-08-05
Updated: 2011-08-05
Packaged: 2015-04-15 13:46:40
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 537
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7256780/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1729381/Scar-of-hope
Summary: if you were anyone but who you were, this would never work.





	Perfect

**I dont own iCarly. T.T**

~3~

You know, in that logical, brain dominated part of you that this _isn't_ going to work. You're opposites. A paradox. You crave logic and order, live by predictable technology and mundane routine. She is instinctual, unpredictable, unstable, live by no rule but the subjective ones that come from her own disorderly mind. She is violently irrational, and you are calmly objective. She is a fluke in your world that is desperate for balance. But yet here you are, and she is in you arms, and you'll be _damned_ if she doesn't stay there for the rest of forever.

You allow her to see the world through _your_ eyes, and you through hers. She begins to appreciate your penchant for order, and you can finally comprehend her simple joy in spontaneity. But it _should not be possible._ If either one of you was anyone else your shared vision would crumble to the ground in a whirl of pain and fury like a house of cards in a hurricane. But it's perfect.

And it Makes. No. Sense.

If Carly and Cibby fought the way you two did, they would last a week. Her self-image would crumble under the insults, and his ego would inflate at the jabs and hurt her even futher. Even Valerie and Jonah, the couple who everyone said was _just like you._ They fought, they screamed the insulted one another like the other could drop dead and they would burn the corpse and dance in the ashes. _Just like you_. But that was exactly the issue...it didn't work out. It didn't work out because Valerie and Jonah _weren't_ you. And they never would be. So they fell apart, and everyone thought you two would follow suit.

But you didn't.

You sass her in ways no else would live to do again, and she hurts you like no one can believe you tolerate. You argue, you yell, you get in eachothers faces and scream to high heaven, you are the single most _dysfunctional couple at Ridgeway highschool_, and you would go to the ends of the Earth to protect eachother.

Because it _is_ horrible, you _are_ dysfuntional, and its awful and trying and painful and beautiful all at the same time. Because noone else can be you. If you were anyone but who you were, this would never work. But it does, because you're Freddie and she's Sam, and you'll never be anyone else. She is kinder by your kindness, and you are stronger by her strength. You are two halves of one being, two parts a whole. And no matter your fights and your insults, _you are always there._

Eventually, she tells you the story of her father's abandonment, and eventually you will tell her of yours' death. You will see her cry, and she will see you swear. You will share a thousand moments that you would never share if you weren't Sam and Freddie. Because you would never give your heart to anyone but her, and she would never trust anyone but you. Because it's perfect. And it always was.


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