Chapter One | Like Vanilla and Scotch

Light blue eyes darted along the yellow line that ran down the busy street, making it out from the cars that passed. She pulled a cigarette to her lips, placing it between them firmly lighting the other end.

Inhale...

She moved the cigarette from her lips, closing her eyes.

Exhale...

"What?" She looked over, her tone crossed with aggravation and dull annoyance to the boy with the dark brown hair, the same kind that clashed with her dirty blond locks. She took him in, noticing the little things; like how his hair matched his eyes, his dark mahogany shirt, his dark blue loose jeans and even his scar in the shape of a barely visible 'J' on his neck.

He stared at her, opening his mouth to speak hesitantly.

"I-I'm Freddie, Freddie Benson. I live-"

"I know who you are, you live next door." She briefly glanced to the building behind him where they had both resided, two tall towers filled with apartments and an entrance at the bottom to connect them. She looked back at him.

"What do you want?" It was as if she had to repeat herself, and it was making her even more irritated.

"You really shouldn't smoke." He answered almost automatically, and you could hear the regret in his voice; she didn't blame him, normally she would shoot right to offense, but how would he know that? They've lived next to each other, in that same apartment complex but in different sides of it, for years but they never actually talked.

"Yeah, well I do a lot of things I shouldn't do." She shook her head, taking the cigarette in her mouth one last time before throwing it to the mud and stomping it out for good measure. She may have been brute in most ways, but if it was one thing her mother told her, it was always to respect others; she didn't know if it had bothered him so she just put it out.

He kept his eyes on her for a while, before he took the suggested silence and the way she wouldn't look at him as a sign that he should leave, he had to be home before nine after all. He sucked in a breath of the muggy air and turned on his heels to walk back into the building.

"Freddie." The first time he hears her say his name and she says it so casually, catching his attention as he moved around to see what she wanted and half expecting her to be staring at him. She hadn't even moved.

"Yeah?"

"You shouldn't talk to me, alright? I'm not like most of those small-town girls that you know, I'll end up getting you in trouble and you don't look like the kind of kid who's found of it." She still didn't budge, but she could literally feel the amusement in the air from him. Was something she said funny?

He smiled half-heartedly.

"Yeah, well I do a lot of things I shouldn't do." She turned her head to look at him surprisingly, but his back was already turned on her and all she saw was his dark oddly shaped book-bag as he walked through the revolving doors.

A/N: I hope you like it so far, I haven't written any fics for iCarly in so long. Review please and tell me what you think.