A deeper look into why the color for Sam and Freddie's relationship is purple. Not like what you expect...i hope. Will become an actual story. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Also be sure to review when finished. is it too melodramatic? Am I overlooking something? Blah, blah, blah...basic reactions. Once again thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or it's characters.
Have you ever felt like drowning? That's what life was for Sam. Being in such danger that she embodied it. Hand outstretched towards the surface, where she should be. Above everything, safe. A place where the sun doesn't just shine down on you, it reflects off of your skin. Makes you shimmer like armor. You feel impenetrable, all the while moving endlessly towards the horizon.
Sam Puckett was like ice. At first meet, she's cold, straightforward, but all the while still tangible, still nice. Of course there's more to her. Sam isn't how she appears. Sure, she's tough; she can break anyone and anything that threatens her being. However, even the most transparent things, contain a layer nobody sees or understands.
At the heart of Sam is vulnerability so well hidden; it's possible she doesn't even realize it. But it's there, mocking her. It whispers her name, almost maniacally and taunts the balance of her life, her sanity.
Sam Puckett is fragile. She always seems to morph herself into different molds. At school, she's the badass, the bully tougher then steel and unafraid. On iCarly she's the humorous wild child, a force of energy, an electric current. At home she's the daughter. A misbehaving adolescent that tolerates her mother's antics and is always there to support her tumbles. Sam is a rock for her loved ones. However if anything were to even slightly corrupt her order, and make a hairline fracture in the wall that is her life…Sam doesn't exist. She crumbles like a broken heart. And looses the vibrancy she's always idolized.
There are few people who have ever made it all the way to her core. Each and everyone lucky enough to see it have definitely walked away with some scars. Because Sam doesn't leave memories like most people. Like ice, once she is held there is an overwhelming sensation of bitterness, of strength. It shocks your nerves and all of a sudden burns you. Scorching your hand with a fiery brightness so hot, that every particle is numb upon release. It's magical, and so intriguing you want to feel the euphoria again. However, that opportunity is once in a lifetime. Because once seen, Sam changes colors again. She's a chameleon. Able to change and morph in the blink of an eye. Completely rearrange her appearance, and still hold onto the emotions that make her real.
Of course, with this natural being comes the heartache of her life. Many people wonder how she has made it through an inconstant family, the death and detainment of her relatives, police visits, broken hearts, and even the complete evolution from a perky pageant girl to a ruthless tomboy. However, what they don't realize is that she hasn't made it through. Only appears to have leaped the threatening hurtle. Under all the pressure and strife Sam has melted. Disintegrated by the heat of her tears and left in a shallow puddle of her previous tries. Somehow, she is eventually picked up and reassembled, placed into a new form to face the world once again.
Sam's eyes are a gorgeous blue. They glitter in the sunlight and reflect every jagged piece of the world, while still highlighting the beauty. It's in her eyes, people see how loved they truly are. Because if there's anything Sam loves more then oxygen is the precious diamonds that are her fellow humans. I know it doesn't seem like she cares, after all she mocks and taunts have the people she's introduced to, but they are her world, the fiber and cells that hold her frayed pieces together. To Sam each beating heart is like a god in a temple. It's meant to be appraised and showcased. She has an infectious way of getting to peoples' heart and spotlighting the stars while simultaneously making fun of them.
I hope I've made it clear. Sam Puckett is a cornucopia of juxtapositions and contradictions. She is life and energy running with hurt and rage. She is like the moon. Full one night and the next slim and curved. Although always changing, she is always there. She is Ice. She is Sam Puckett.
She is the blue that inevitably takes part in the creation of purple.
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