JUSTUFF: Yooo! Pe-pole! So, how yall doin'? I was kind of confused on this chapter because it had such a peculiar ending to the last chapter, but I pushed through, just for you guys!

Disclaimer: Owning iCarly would mean I'd be the awesomest person in the whole world. Now I'm not, am I?

Sam's POV

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Come on, Sam!"

"No!" I partially screamed.

"Why not? This little girl's mom is missing-"

"Why not? We have no idea what the lady looks like!"

"Yes we do," She counterfaced, "I asked Alessandra here. She has blonde hair with blue eyes."

"Really?" I asked, sarcastically, "That narrows it down to just about half the people in Rome!"

"Sam," She said, "We have to at least try."

"Can't we look tomorrow?" I questioned. Carly's pleading expression soon turned into a sad one.

"About that," She started, "I have to leave tomorrow."

"What? Why?"

"My ticket doesn't last as long as your guys'," She replied, simply, "And before I leave, I'd like to find this little girl's mom." She got me there. I thought Carly was staying as long as we were, but I guess not. It had been nice having Carly here, and our friendship blossomed more than it ever had it one President's Week.

So, I gave in.

I looked at her for a couple of seconds and then sighed. "Well we're going to need some extra help. I'll get Freddie," I said, walking into our room.

"Hurry!" I heard Carly shout behind me. Freddie was sitting in a chair watching some Italian T.V. show. It looked sort of like a weird Italian movie. I interrupted his ingrossed mind as I grabbed his hand and pulled him off his seat.

"Sam, what is it?" He asked, "Chirstina was JUST getting a propose from Davide!"

"Well, we are JUST about to go find a little girl's mom!" I exclaimed, tunring the T.V. off.

"What?" He exclaimed.

"You heard me," I stated, "And you're coming to help us."

"Us?" Boy, the cute ones can get annoying.

"Me and Carly," I said, "Now no more questions, let's go!" I said, walking out of the room. I heard footsteps behind me, so I knew Freddie was following behind. I went up to Carly. "Lead the way." She smiled, grabbed the little girl by the hand, and walked out of the building, us not too far behind.

So we walked and walked, and my feet started to hurt. I told Carly this but she just ignored me. We went up to about a million-bajillion people, asking if this was their daughter, pointing at the girl. All of them said no, and it began to get dark, and I was, well, OK, I never usually say this, so please don't tell anyone…

I was afraid.

I mean, seriously. Walking around in a foreign country with guys like Antonio walking around. I didn't want them to do anything harmful to me. Plus, it was nighttime. You usually see people with guns and knives around at night more than you do the day.

Well, I kept walking, and while I was complaining, that little girl Alessandra wasn't saying a word. Even Carl and Freddie had at least muttered one complaint. That means only one thing:

She has super-feet.

If you were walking around as long as we were, you'd have to agree with me. Plus, we went about all day not drinking any water, eating food, stopping to take a break, eating food, having to hear Carly and Freddie talk in Italian to other people, eating food…

Truly hated it.

That is, until I found someone hanging up posters of the girl walking on the right beside me.

There was a girl in about her mid-30's with straight hair, as straight as hair can go, I thought, with shink gold hair that came down a little past her shoulders. Next to her, was a teenage boy, probably around my age with dark brown hair.

He had looked familiar (well, he had his back to me, but his clothes and hair looked familiar.) It was way too familiar to me it started making me forget about my hunger, my thirst, my feet…but about who he was.

You see, when I see a familiar face, a little urge bugs me about it until I find out who they are. There was also another guy standing beside the mystery dude, with blonde hair like his mom, but with brown eyes. Carly whispered to us, "OK, if these people are not related to Alessandra, which I'm pretty sure they are, then we get back to the hotel, but take Alessandra with us." I was relieved to hear her say that we wouldn't have to walk anymore, I won't lie. Because my feet felt as if, oh, I don't know, but they hurt.

This piece of news made me run, but Carly and Freddie were still walking and I got pretty far away. Now, they were only a few feet away, and I can even read the words on the poster now. Well, I had no idea what they met, but the picture was crystal clear. I tapped on the blonde lady's shoulder.

"Excuse me, are you missing a little girl?"

"Mi scusi?" She questioned. Oops, I thought, I guess I forgot about the language difference. The boy standing next to the familiar guy had a confused expression on. I guessed none of them knew how to speak English. I was about to call Carly over there when the familiar boy said, "As a matter of fact, we are." I turned to him, wondering what his face looked like. It was so dark, I had no idea who this person was, but even the voice sounded very familiar…but what would a guy I know of be here in Rome?

And then I found out who he was when he muttered the next words.

"Hi, I'm Antonio," He held out a hand, "What's yours?" My eyes got big and wide and I almost screamed.

Antonio? Really, God?

I help find a little girl's family, and this is what I get?

Antonio?

"Hi, Antonio" I said, a little annoyed, "I'm not your type."

"And…why not?" He flirted.

"Because I'm Sam."

"Who?" Antonio asked, nervously. He makes me sick.

"Sam," I said as Carly and Freddie made it over.

"Hey, are these people Alessandra's family?" She questioned.

"Yeah," I said, not keeping my eyes off of Antonio. She and Freddie then talked to the mom about Alessandra and made conversation and such while Antonio kept staring at me, and vice-versa. The other brother got a little creeped out because there was absolutely no talking (except for the mom, Carly, and Freddie, of course.) But just staring. Glaring, mostly.

"OK, let's go guys!" Carly exclaimed. "It's getting late!"

"And me and Freddie are dating now," I said, as I pulled Freddie by me, while Carly just looked in pure shock as the person beside her had just gotten snatched. Freddie was in pure shock as well.

"You prefer HIM over ME?" He questioned.

"Yeah, because you are an idiot," I said, "And Freddie's nice and wouldn't just use me for some stupid bet!"

"Antonio?" Freddie shouted, and soon behind us Carly had said the exact same thing and came up to where me and Freddie were standing.

"OK, even though I did that to you, HIM?" He asked, surprised. I looked at him as if he were the stupidest person in the world. Probably because he WAS the stupidest person in the world.

"Whatever," He said, looking at Carly, "I still have her."

Carly stated, "Yeah, right! Sam's my best friend, and I trust her when she says you're smugly."

"Smugly?" I asked.

"Shush! I'm trying to help you here!"Carly whisper-exclaimed. I couldn't argue with that statement, so I just shrugged it off.

"OK, so let me get this straight," Antonio began, "The good girl is best friends with the bad girl, and the bad girl is dating the tech-geek?" "Yep, now let's just go, you guys," She said, giving a hard glare at Antonio. I had to admit, that was a pretty good glare. Almost as good as mine. Almost.

We walked back to the hotel, and I told Freddie about Carly's leaving, so we all talked about her leaving, and asked her if we she needed any help packing, and she shook her head. We also told her that we were going to say good-bye to her. I could tell by her expression that she really loved it here in Rome, but we were going to be back soon.

But that didn't stop Freddie and I from being upset. I mean, she was our best friend. Carly even stood up for me in front of a hot guy. Carly would never really do that for anyone, you know.

Da da da dunt! Anyways, did you like it? Longer than usual, I know, but I just couldn't find a good place to stop!

Have a great Memorial Day Weekend!

Ciao, as the Italians say,

~zazeendot