Uh, hey this is my first fanfic so go easy on me. I've read like a billion fanfics so I decided to finally write my own. Wish me luck and I guess here it goes…
Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues, and I never will…
Natalie's POV:
If this plan doesn't work, we are so dead. And I'm blaming it all on the ninja. Yeah, I said ninja. As in Daniel Cahill, super git ninja. I mean seriously it was MY idea but Daniel carried it through. We were SO tired of watching our love sick sibling mope around the house or blush every time they saw each other. Get a life! I, Natalie Kabra, swear to never do that otherwise I would get wrinkles. The moping around part…because I already have a life.
"Why are we in a closet? Nobody's home," the git asked ignorantly. I seriously wanted to slap him on the forehead. HARD.
"Because if anyone were to walk in randomly, they would think we were up to something, even in reality we actually are, so we need to seem as inconspicuous as possible." I explained formally in a bored tone a teacher might use with one of her failing students.
"Whatever, Cobra. But you should've at least brought some chips. I'm starving!" Dan groaned throwing his hands up in the air. He leaned back against the racks of my Prada dresses.
"Stop it, Daniel! You'll wrinkle them!" I cried. My hands shot up to shelf to my right reaching for my silver dart gun. Then, I realized Ian had taken away all my poisons and my dart gun. This only made me angrier.
"Chill out, Nat. It's just a dress." He reasoned not realizing they were my favorite line of clothing. I grabbed for the deadliest weapon a girl can have in her closet, unless of course if she was a Lucian, a pump. The heel was six inches long and had a narrowed point.
"That was my Prada and Chanel!" I screeched threatening him with the pump.
Dan squinted as if making sure this was actually happening. What could possibly be going through that empty American brain of his.
"Sorry Drama Queen, but we have more important things to argue over. Unlike you're clothes." He smirked snidely gesturing to the laptop resting in his lap. I eventually gave up. But no fear, I would get him later. First the plan, then revenge on the git.\
"So you've got Amy covered and I have Ian, right?'' Dan actually saying something smart? Did I just call him Dan? Ughh he's rubbing off on me. I can't let that happen.
"Yes, you know what to do?" He nodded a sly look spreading across his face. It was infectious and cute. His smile widened as I shyly giggled. This is going to be VERY interesting.