


Control

by Tokki-Trigger1995



Category: iCarly
Genre: Angst, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2010-11-24
Updated: 2010-11-24
Packaged: 2014-07-08 20:36:56
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 422
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6501306/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2105114/Tokki-Trigger1995
Summary: They were in an ongoing fight. A competition for the one thing they wanted more than each other. And neither was going to win.  Rated for language





	Control

**Author's Note: **Hey, there! Um... I know that 'Bloom' has yet to be finished (and updated, for that matter) but I am actively writing it again. You can expect an update before Christmas ^^; Anyway, I had a little plot bunny running around my head and I just had to get it out. This is my first Seddie fic, and I know that Freddie would never actually think this way, but come on. She's never done anything but hurt him. It's bound to do SOMETHING to him. I love Seddie and despise Creddie, but there's no Carly bashing in here (yet).

**Disclaimer: **I don't own iCarly or any of it's characters. I also don't own Seddie. Note that this is rated for language and not sexual content.

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**Control**

They were a living, breathing waltz of control.

Sometimes, it would be hers, dangling its pretty little promise of power in her face.

(she reaches for it, leaps across the canyon she knows as H I M despite the possibility of falling in and never getting out.)

_It's hers. Hers. All-fucking-hers._

And then he'd say her name.

(and the canyon of H I M turns into an ocean of H E R and he's swimming towards power as the waves crash down on him.)

.drowning._falling._drowning._falling._

They're teetering and tottering on the tight rope between too much and not enough.

They watch in disgust at the painful perfection of their little game, resisting the urge to tear it apart with their bare hands.

(then his canyon turns into a blizzard and her ocean turns into a desert.)

Being together is a weak choice, but being apart is a weaker choice.

_Scared of having each other but terrified of not._

(they're earthquakes of flash and whirlwinds of emotion and they don't know if it's love and don't know if it's hate.)

it'sjusteasierifit'shate.

"I hate you."

_don't-don'tsaythat-don't _f u c k i n g saythatyouliar/user/FAKE.

She wants to make him eat his words and never speak again.

"I hate you more."

(his blizzard turns into a raging fire as he realizes *it's*not*a*fucking*lie.*)

when^was^it^ever?

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**Author's Note: **Whoo! Seddie!

Anywho, I LOVE love/hate relationships, as you'll see from any other fic I've written or favored.

Ha ha.

Don't forget to review and refer!

Tokki Trigger, CRASH LANDING!


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