Title; 15 Going On 25

Rating; T

Genres; Humor, Drama

Pairings; Freddie/Sam, Carly/Shane, Spencer/Sasha (others, but we don't want to give away TOO much)

Sumary; They never should've tried filming iCarly in a thunderstorm. "Toto, I don't think we're fifteen anymore."

Authors; somerdaye, aka Somer, who will write for Freddie, Spencer and a surprise person's POVs - PinkJelly, aka Kat, who will write for Carly, Sam and another surprise's POV.

15 Going On 25

Freddie's POV

somerdaye

xx

This isn't a good idea.

The part of my brain that sounds suspiciously like my psychotic mother continued to fret. I mean, so what if this is the biggest thunderstorm Seattle's seen in years? No reason to panic. Just because we're doing iCarly amidst all the BOOMs of thunder and flashes of lighting and girlish shrieks (courtesy of Spencer, who is currently hiding under his bed, clutching a rubber duckie. I'm this close to joining him) doesn't mean there's a reason to worry. Nope. And I'm definitely not worried.

BOOM.

I jump and let out an involuntary yelp, like a dog that's just had his tail stepped on. Sam snorts with laughter at my slight panic, but I can see a small trace of apprehension on her face. That girl likes us all to believe she isn't afraid of anything. Of course, I happen to know at least three of her fears; getting wrinkles, flammable things near Spencer, and earwigs. Then again, who isn't afraid of flammable things around Spence? He's like a magnet for fire. Seriously, I don't think he can go a whole day without setting something on fire at least once. Did you know he set his goldfish on fire yesterday? Yes. Swimmeth II is no more.

Carly, on the other hand, looks just as panicked as I feel. She's smiling in a way that looks more like a grimace and clenching her fists. Her list of fears is far more extensive than Sam's. And thunderstorms? Yes, they are on the list. They're on mine, too, come to think of it. And my list, thanks to my dear mother, is longer than both girls' - put together. Thanks mom. I'm the pansy in this group, I see. But Sam is having none of this 'fear' nonsense, and she rolls her eyes at Carly and me.

"All right, folks, looks like it's almost time for us to go!" Sam grins at the camera I'm holding (somewhat shakily) and presses the boo button on her remote. "But first, let's check out this user-submitted video of a squirrel trying to open a jar of peanut butter!" Can a squirrel really open a jar of peanut butter? Wow. This, I did not know. I wonder if it needing training, or if it just smelled the nutty scent radiating off the jar.

"Roll it, Freddie," Carly squeaks, causing me to jerk out of my nervously rambling thoughts. Sam snorts again. I made a face at her and walked over to my precious laptop. I press a few keys, trying to get my hands to stop shaking long enough to type in the commands. But the tv won't work.

"What's going on, Freddie?" Carly asks me nervously, twisting her hands together. You can tell she doesn't even want to be here. She just wants to be curled up in her bed, screaming every time thunder booms. Speaking of thunder booms, there's another one right there. Carly shuddered and backed away from the window.

My brow furrows as I type. "I don't know - I'm pressing the right keys, but it's just not working!" An edge of panic creeps into my voice. I continue to pound at the keyboard, my fingers moving fast and my breathing getting slightly erratic. Nothing better be wrong with my baby! I bite my lip and stop with the poundage of the keys. "Uh, it's...not working, guys, maybe you should do something else for this segment?"

Sam scoffs. "I'll get it to work," she says impatiently and stomps up to the tv screen, just as another bolt of lightning streaks across the darkened sky, disturbingly close to the window in the studio. Actually-

CRACK!

"Sam, look out!" Carly cries out, launching herself toward the agressive blonde and pulling her back just before the lightning strikes the tv . A moment of relief . Then-

"Carly! Sam! Move!" I shout at them, real, high-pitched panic in my voice now. They're in real danger. That lightning just hit the tv, and if they don't move, soon... But they're frozen to the spot, mouths hanging open in identical expressions of shock and fear. They're not going to move away in time! I run and pull them both to the ground.

Just as the tv falls over. Onto us.

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somer's note; Um, yeah. Hi. Kat and I are co-writing this fic, here. In case anyone's confused, the story will rotate through the formerly mentioned six people (CarlySamFreddieSpencerTwoSurprises) and Kat and I are writing for different people, also mentioned above. I don't really know what to say about this prologue, other than 'enjoy'. :)

kat's note; Um, yeah. Hey, this is Kat. I write for Sam, Carly, and one of the special guests. Which, unless you're bad at deductive reasoning, at which case you may be suffering from chronic stupidity (Together, we can find a cure -grins-), means that Somer is doing the others. This is not a regular 13 going on 30 themed fic, and we hope you enjoy the twists and turns!

P.S. Did you know that the purple button below this can also cure chronic stupidity? Limited time only offer! And all you have to do is say the word. Really. Just say the word. (cough, the button is green, Kat. You can be the first one to use the cure. --Somer)

we both sayy; If you liked this prologue, press the button and say the dingo ate my cheese socks! and if you do not like it, say blurry fries! (actually, Kat just wants people to say blurry fries, so you can say that if you like it, too. --Somer)

This was formatted by Somer. Kat had no say in anything but her own note and our joint note and about keeping the other two POVs a secret until they show up.