I was at a table with a suspect in a recent murder case, Sam and Freddie were in disguises pretending to be on a dinner date to my left. I can't believe Icarly was about to stop a mass murderer, I was living on the wild side of life. It feels good! Now I just need him to admit it...
"So... what do you do in your free time?" I asked while grabbing a bread stick to munch on.
"Oh I watch Icarly of corse, but I also specialise in the art of karate" he told me.
"That's cool, I don't do anything really, I always wanted to learn how to speak a foreign language" I replied, his hand was getting closer to mine. He was staring into my eyes, waiting for an opportunity.
"I know some Spanish, not too much though. Look at the time, come on let's go, I'll walk you home" he insisted. I was told not to leave to restaurant, so I started to stall by finishing the bread sticks and fixing my make-up. I was half way through my last bread stick when I felt a tap on my knee. I was pasted a note, it read...
Come with me now or the rest of the Icarly cast will die by Tuesday. I stood up, grabbed my bag and started to leave. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "smile, no one can be suspicious now can they." I was petrified.