I found this one on my computer. I didn't think it was very good when I wrote it, so I buried the story and just found it. I still don't know how much I like it, so review to tell me what you think! I don't own iCarly.
Sam and Freddie were the best of friends, though they might not act like it. Every time either of them felt the bite of one another's words they threw themselves into the fight with vigor, unable to resist the urge to tear as much for the other as they could, savoring the adrenaline of the fight. The hurt helped them to heal what someone else had broken. They licked each other's wounds and grew together in some unexplainable chimera of a relationship no one but they could understand.
Eventually, they learned to help one another without the harsh words, learning to trust what the other said more than any other person, and in that way love each other. They had power over one another and didn't even know it. What one said the other thought about, what one did the other admired. They were completely different and wanted to be exactly the same, though they never told anyone of their secrets. Not even themselves.
When everything was said and done and high school was coming to a close, they realized that each needed the other. Once they came to that conclusion it wasn't long before they confessed it to the other. There was no great pomp or show; they simply agreed to subtly slip into the roles played in a relationship. It came so easily to both they were almost surprised. Almost.
Without much time before one left for college and the other for acting, they agreed on one thing. Ten years from now, when everything was settled and nothing was new, they would come together again and see if it still worked. So, shirking the still-new relationship, they said their goodbyes easily enough and looked ahead, keeping their memories close. But the boy didn't leave his home until he bought a ring, and the girl didn't say her goodbyes until she had made a promise to herself.
The boy met other, newer girls, and the girl met other, newer boys, but neither found the end to their puzzle. Eventually they stopped trying to search and simply waited. If a new person showed interest they would let them try to be close, but they never let them in. They both realized that the time limit of ten years was too much, so they moved back to their city in hopes of catching the other person meeting family. But a city is a big place.
The boy had already graduated college and it wasn't long before he had started a career, the girl already had a name for herself and a steady side job for her acting. Every day he would go to the office and work from nine to five. He would come home and set down his briefcase, take off his coat and tie, unbuttoned part of his shirt, and walk into the kitchen, the whole time thinking of the girl. The girl wasn't much better at finding things to occupy her mind, or her heart.
Eventually, the girl's mother would suffer from liver failure and have to be sent to the hospital. While the girl waited she would find the boy's mother working in the nurses wing. They would talk, mostly about what the boy was doing. They would share stories, and laugh, and the girl would feel so close. But just before she admitted to her loneliness, her pride would hold her back. Eventually, as often happens in hospitals, the nurse would be called away and the girl's mother would be released, effectively ending the only connection the girl had to her other half.
Finally, two years, three months, and twelve days before their ten-year meeting was to happen they took the same subway and sat across from one another. One was reading the newspaper, the other memorizing a script. It wasn't until the new business-man folded up his paper in anticipation for the next stop that he realized who it was. Fear overcame him.
The boy was late to work that day, and ended up calling in a personal day. When he went to explain his odd behavior his boss the next day, the man wasn't happy. He didn't understand the boy until he was told of their engagement. The boy spent a half-hour in his boss's office repeating his tale. When he was done the employer wasn't angry anymore.
The boy shook his boss's hand and went back to his desk. He worked until five that evening and then went home to his apartment. When he opened his door he laid his briefcase down, took off his coat and tie, and unbuttoned part of his shirt. He walked into the kitchen and hugged his fiancée. The actress spun in her soon-to-be-husband's arms and planted a kiss on his cheek, both finally happy to stop searching.
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