This story was inspired by the story Mini Victorious written by IAmVictorious.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. Usually, I would have some witty comment to go with this but, um, I`m not feelin` it today. I hope you don`t look forward to that too much.

Chapter 1

(Jade)

Tori opens the door excitedly. Her moronic grin makes me wish I hadn't agreed to come with Beck to her stupid birthday party. God, I think as Beck drags me in by the wrist, her parents must have a lot of trust in her. Tori's parents were spending the week in Venice Beach. Trina insisted on coming. That left Tori alone in the house with permission to have a "party" as long as it was less than ten people and involved no drugs, sex, or alcohol. Mr. and Mrs. Vega are idiots.

Well, they would be. Tori is such a wimpy goodie-two-shoes that she wouldn't dream of disobeying.

There's a streak of red before I'm suddenly hit across the stomach with what feels like a two-by-four. It ends up being Cat.

"Hiiii!" she squeals painfully into my ear.

"Hi, Cat," I say tensely, pushing her away gingerly.

Tori's slim form reappears suddenly. "Hey," she greets me awkwardly. She smiles when Beck hands her our gift. "Thanks."

I huff melodramatically. We are the last to arrive. We are also the only ones that got caught in the pouring rain. My hair is soaked, the hair paint from my pink and blue streaks already running out of my brown hair and onto my jacket.

Maddeningly, everyone is just sitting around. Chip bowls sit on the table and music plays dully at almost mute in the background.

"Tori," I begin flatly. "You may be the most boring person I have ever met in my life."

"What do you mean?" she asks in a whiney tone.

"You call this a party!" I question incredulously. "If this were my birthday I'd say 'Heck with this! Where's the beer?'"

"Jade, you drink?" Cat whispers, horrified. "Naughty."

"No, Cat, I don't," I sigh, exasperated. "But it's better than the six of us sitting around like doofuses all night."

I groan when Rex chimes in with, "Ya know, normally I'd argue and say you forgot me but you just called the rest of y'all doofuses so, I'm cool with it."

"You don't count," I snap.

"OK, moving on," Tori interjects uncomfortably. "I have cupcakes."

Cat springs up like she was shot from a cannon. "Yay! I love cupcakes! Do you have red velvet?"

"Be careful, Cat," I say icily. "It might get lost in your hair."

"Omigod, you're right!" she squeaks, clutching her scalp. "Tori, I want vanilla."

(Tori)

I bring the tray of cupcakes out of the kitchen just as the house rattles with thunder. The lights flicker ominously but stay on. I hear Jade groan behind me as the room is relit.

"What's the matter, Jade?" I say in an attempt to be mean and sarcastic. "Is the light too much for your vampire skin?"

"Watch it, Vega," she retaliates bitingly. "Birthday or not, I would love nothing more than to gouge out your eyes with these scissors." she snaps a pair at me threateningly as I pass around the store-bought cupcakes.

"Wait, wait, wait," André says, standing up. "It's Tori's birthday next week and we're not even going to sing?"

Jade opens her mouth with a response at the ready only to have Beck lean over and silence her with a finger to his lips. André sticks a candle in my chocolate cupcake and lights it ceremoniously. Everyone politely sings "Happy Birthday" and I blow out the candle with a dramatic puff.

"Make a wish, Tori!" Cat shouts.

I pause. Nothing comes. I hate making stupid wishes. It's a waste. I want mine to be meaningful. Nothing. Oh, well. I decide I'll think of something later.

We are all startled by a flash of lightning and its corresponding clap of thunder. The lights go out. After a long, drawn-out silence they're still out. We sit in the dark. I can feel Cat shaking next to me.

"I'll get the flashlights," I groan, trudging into the kitchen and stubbing my toe on a chair.

Groping blindly through some drawers, I come up with five flashlights and an LED keychain. Turning on a flashlight, I hand out the rest, Robbie ending up with the keychain.

"I'm bored now," Jade complains, her voice a monotone.

"Too bad, gank," Rex pipes up. I hear a disembodied noise of fabric ripping come from the shadows near Robbie.

"Aw c'mon, Jade," Robbie whines. "Why his legs?"

"He doesn't need them," she decides casually.

"Listen, guys," I say, concerned. "I don't think it's safe out there. Text your parents. You can all stay the night."

I hear Jade's muted laughter as she contemplates what that would normally entail.

(Jade)

Tori ends up having four sleeping bags lying around. She and Cat have the bedding from hers and Trina's beds. Beck and I aren't allowed to share for obvious reasons.

"You know," André says as we all settle down on the floor space Tori cleared for us. "I've never really realized how different we were when we were kids. I mean, like, when we were little, birthday parties were at like, those goofy theme places with the games and crappy prizes. Now, parties are like house events where people like, sneak alcohol and," he pauses, swallowing awkwardly. "and do, um, nasty things. Well, uh, no offense, Tori, yours doesn't count."

Cat giggles. I shoot her a look that may or may not be too harsh and she shuts up quick.

"Yeah, you're right, André," Tori replies, animated. "I wish we were kids again."

"Me too!" Cat exclaims. "It was fun!"

I suddenly feel my eyelids begin to grow weighted. "Does anyone else feel tired?" I mumble weakly.

There are grunts of agreement as everyone lies down. Within minutes after the flashlights are extinguished, there is complete silence. I join the others in a dreamless slumber the minute my eyes close.

I wake up to the living room lit by the foggy half-light of the storm as it rages on into daytime.

Crawling groggily out of my sleeping bag, I stand up and stretch, surprised by how close the ground appears in my murky vision. Not wanting to bother with contacts, I reach into my purse and pull out my seldom-used glasses. The world comes into focus for an instant before they slide off my face and land with a crunch on the floor. I pick them up, grimacing at the rather large crack in the left lens.

"What the heck?" I whisper, caught off guard by the higher pitch to my voice. Then, I really see my hands. They're small and grubby, no-longer having a defined, full-grown shape and bone structure.

I rush to the bathroom with my contacts case. Standing on my toes, I can just barely see the mirror to pop them in, getting a good look at myself in the process. "Crap," I say in that squeaky voice. I look to be about six years old, the t-shirt and short-shorts Tori lent me to sleep in hanging off me in weird places. Most noticeably, the chest department. Reaching around behind me, I unclasp my useless bra, which had been hanging down around my stomach. Then, I run.

Stopping dead when I reach the living room, I gasp when I notice the obviousness of the changes. Things I could kick myself for not seeing.

Everyone is a six year-old.

OK, so, this is a bit different from my other stuff. I wrote this in the middle of the night. More to come soon! I still have my other stories plus a bunch I haven`t posted yet...

Reviews are always welcome.

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