Author's Note: I don't own The Outsiders, the book and characters belong to S.E. Hinton, and any anime or fashion mentioned is owned by the persons and/or people that own them.

I was leaving the theater that sunny day. I had just finished watching the Elvis movie, Clam Bake. There was an Elvis Presley movie marathon, but you needed to pay to see each one. Clam Bake was my favorite, next to Jailhouse Rock, but that movie sold out first.

I was walking home when suddenly a red Ferrari pulled up, and four young men my age burst jumped out. One had hair styled like Wolverine, another like Rogue, a person with clothes resembling Spider-Man's costume, and a horse-face with the Super-Man 'S' on his shirt.

"Well, well, well," said the Wolverine-haired one. "If it isn't the weeaboo president."

I hated being called that. I was hearing a pink tophat with a white cross on it with antlers, a hat similar to that of Tony Tony Chopper from One Piece. I was also the president of the Anime Club at our school, which was really popular.

But these were members of the Comic Book Club at our school, which was our rival. They liked X-Men and Marvel and DC and all that, while we liked mangas. Because they are so stupid, and because we are so much more popular, they were often ignored, causing them to lash out and be bullies. At least, I think that's why they're jerks.

They pushed me down and beat me to the floor in a non-sexy way. The Rogue-haired one sexily pulled out a knife and pointed it at my throat.

As I was about to become like Tara Gilesbie's wrists, suddenly, my friends, Johnny, Two-Bit, Dallas and my brother Soda Pop came by. Now there were five of us and four of them.

Knowing the odds, the Comic Book Club got into their red Ferrari and drove off threateningly.

"Are you okay, Ponyboy?" Two-Bit asked. He was an older kid with blond hair all greased up to look like Ash Ketchum's hair, and wore Ash's original clothes, including the hat. Wait, I mean he dressed like Satoshi. Two-bit was the resident Pokemon otaku.

Dallas was a raging anime fan because he was raised in Japan, so he not only speaks it, but gets all the cool stuff from there before anyone else. He had cat ears on, thick Detective Conan glasses and bow tie, and dressed like Shinji from Evangelion.

Soda was more into anime, as he didn't like to read. He liked English versions better, because he didn't know Japanese and hated subtitles.

Johnny was mousy, and mostly read the mangas, and in original Japanese, like me. He was dressed as Ichigo from Bleach, but his kimono was hidden under a leather jacket.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, distraught.

"Well, let's go tell Darry," Soda said bravely. "BTW, I found a new anime store that is giving away Azumanga Daioh DVD's next week."

"Kawaii," Dallas said majestically. "But I want to finish the latest volume of Ouran Host Club."

They sexily walked me home before they went to go to check out the new anime store. Soda said that I should lay down and rest.

"Are you okay," Darryl asked, clearly concerned as to why I was all dirty.

"A couple Commies jumped me," I said sadly. That's what we call the Comic Book Club.

"Honestly," Darry said with a sigh. "You have got to give up these cartoons of yours."

"Anime," both I and Soda protested.

"You're both too old for this crap; I'm taking away you're comic books, Ponyboy. Obviously, you're getting lost in fantasy."

"No, I'm not," I said. "And I read manga, not comic books."

"Come on, Darry," Soda whimpered, and gave him a puppy-dog look.

"Don't make me take away your cartoons, Soda," Darry said with a stern look.

Soda continued to make the face.

"Oh, alright. But if either of you get too into this stuff, I'm taking it all away."

"Thank you, Darry!" We both hugged Darryl, much to his embarrassment.

"I won't get too involved," I said.

"But," Darryl said with a sigh, "you can't waste your time with that club of yours at school. Either find another after-school activity at school or you quit the club."

Oh no!

"Sure," I said, knowing this to be fair. "I understand."

"Good. Now, go do your homework."

So Soda and I did our homework. Soda had recently re-enrolled in school to get a good job so he could afford his girlfriend Sandy's dream wedding. After homework, we went on the computer and listened to some J-Rock. We both loved Japanese music.

"By the way," Soda said. "Misa Misa is so hot."

"She dies in the manga," I said casually.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Author's Note: Of course they went on the computer; the iPod hadn't been invented yet, so they had to go online and listen, possibly on YouTube, if it existed. I'll look it up later and tell you. Will Ponyboy find a new after-school activity and stay in the Anime Club? Or will Darry force him out? And what will the Comic Book Club think when they see the Anime Club president trying out for other activities? Oh, the humanity!