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A/N: Hey guys! Thanks to all of you that asked questions, they were fun to write! Yes, this includes some OOCness, fanbrats, and Mary-Sues. THIS IS NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE! Just wanted to get that straight. If it's wack, sorry. They will get better later, promise. Tell me in your reviews if I should just write it in script. Also:
Writing like this~ = A Mary-Sue or fanbrat talking.
Tiffiany came in and sat down at the conference table. Cameras filled the room, without the characters' notice of course. After shuffling a couple of papers, she turned to the characters of the Outsiders. It seemed like everyone was present, on one side were the Socs, and on the other the Greasers. But someone seemed to be missing...
Tiffiany sighed. "Ok, where's Dallas?" she asked.
"Skippin'," Two-Bit said, his mouth full of cookies. "Said he had somethin' better to do."
"I bring him back and he just leaves," Tiffiany muttered. She took out a sheet of paper and passed it to Ponyboy.
He looked at the paper. "What am I suppose to do with this?"
"Well, you like to read, so read it."
"Um, ok. Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname wrote:"
I have a question for Darry.
Have you ever had a girlfriend? If not, can I be your girlfriend? Don't worry, I'm not a giant fanbrat, and I won't tear off your clothes or anything. I
swear! :)
Everyone talked amongst themselves, while the Greasers teased Darry. He shot each of them a glare, including the Socs. That face made all the fanbrats and Mary-Sues outside the confrence room to squeal.
"Dumb fanbrats...Your answer, Darrel?" Tiffiany asked impatiently.
Darry cleared his throat. "Well, I've had a few girlfriends here and there," he grinned. "But I'm single."
"Oh, well, it isn't THAT shocking. Next."
He rubbed his arm. "I don't know if I want a girlfriend. I gotta take care of Sodapop and Ponyboy-"
Ponyboy cut him off. "And those annoying Mary-Sues who you 'Invite' to dinner and fall in love with."
"Nah," Steve butt in, "I heard Darry's immune to most of those thingies."
The now impatient Tiffiany gave everyone a cool stare. "Alright Darrel, finish answering."
"Let's be friends for now," he said honestly.
Steve nudged Sodapop in the ribs with his elbow. Sodapop smirked. "Don't worry about tearing off his clothes. He does that on his own."
The whole gang laughed, including slient Johnny. Even the Socs laughed, without having a clue of what was going on. And poor Tiffiany was quietly laughing.
Darry, who was sitting next to Soda, started to mess up his hair. "Shut it, Soda."
Johnny took the next sheet of paper and read it. His eyes went wide and he passed the paper to Tim Shepard. Tim examined the paper for awhile, and smiled to himself.
"Read it?" he asked. Tiffiany nodded. "Hmm...amorachesirecat asked:"
why is dallas such an ass? why didn't pony stop him from leaving? can i punch dallas?
"You dig ok. Wanna join my gang?" Tim asked.
Tiffiany rolled her eyes. "I am sorry to inform you that Dallas is not her-"
There was a sudden sound of shattered glass from the room next door. Before anyone got to ask, all of the fanbrats and Mary-Sues started screaming and squealing. Johnny hid behind Steve, who hugged on to Soda's arm. The whole building got silent as they stared at Steve and Soda akwardly.
Steve let go off Soda quickly. "I was just protecting him. Ya know, that's what buddies do for each other."
The overly obsessed fanbrats took out they're notebooks and pens.
That would make a really cute slash!~
Like my summary? 'Steve and Soda have been friends forever. Will they find love?'~
"Shut up, ya good for nothin' fanbrats!" Soda hollered.
As soon as Tiffiany blew her whistle, Dallas sauntered inside the room, taking a seat next to Johnny. He snatched the paper from Tim, and read it. A scowl appeared on his face, and he crumbled up the paper and threw it.
"So," Tiffiany began. "Why is Dally such an ass?"
"Because he's Dally," Johnny spoke up. "He was born an ass, ya know? No offence Dallas."
Dally stared at Johnny in disbelief. Since when did he get any confidence? Nobody spoke, well, almost.
"His face looks like one, too," Randy commented.
"Watch it, Ape-face!" Two-Bit said.
Tim Shepard chuckled, enjoying every moment of them making fun of Dally.
Tiffiany coughed. "Ponyboy, why didn't you stop Dallas from leaving?"
"State of shock," was Pony's answer.
Dallas snorted. "Yeah? Well I'm gonna be in a state of shock when I beat the shit out of you," he glared at Ponyboy.
"Alright, can you punch Dallas? You can try," Tiffiany leaned back in her chair, smirking.
"Do you wanna die?" Dally asked coldly.
Tim smirked. "I'll punch him for ya."
Once Dallas pulled out his blade, Tiffiany came between both guys. She shouted a few vulgar words, causing Darry to cover Pony's ears. Finished, she read the next question. She decided to read it, since it was a simple question.
"Let's see, colorguard4ever wrote:"
Question for all characters: What's you favorite color
"I'm going to make this easier," Tiffiany said. "Who likes the color blue?"
Two-Bit, Sodapop, and Steve raised their hands.
"It's the color of my favorite Mickey Mouse shirt!" Two-Bit pointed to his shirt.
"Our work uniform is blue, so we get used to it," Steve said. Sodapop nodded in agreement.
I'm going to like blue because Soda likes blue! I LOVE Soda!~
Soda is so hot!~
"It's all about Soda! Where the hell is my love at?" Steve shouted. Silence filled the room. "I see how it is."
"Don't feel bad, Darry don't get no love either," Two-Bit said. Darry shrugged.
Miss Tiffiany snapped her fingers. "Who likes black?"
All of the Greasers except Ponyboy raised their hands. "I like all the colors," Pony said, trying not to tell the gang he digs sunsets.
"Red?"
Dally raised his hand for the second time.
Tiffiany raised an eyebrow. "Red? Wasn't black your favorite?"
He shrugged. "I like the color of blood."
"Oh, you like 'Red'," Two-Bit yelped. It took awhile for everyone to get the joke.
Darry stared at him. "Watch your mouth, Two-Bit."
"Dally brought it up!"
Dallas put his hands up. "I didn't say nothin'," he said defensively.
Ponyboy's ears turned red, so he covered his face with his hands. Tiffiany sort of felt bad for him, and for Cherry and Marcia, who didn't know how to react. Tiffiany tried to change the subject, so the awkwardness could go away.
"Lets ignore Dally's fantasy of broads that are virgin," Tiffiany tossed a paper to Cherry. "Read it."
"User xlivilightx wrote:"
kay. is johnny a virgin? how old was dally when he first got laid? does dally have any siblings? what's two-bit's sister like? is steve really a mean person? and does he have a sister? to all the curtises: what if you had a sister? like around 13 or so. just growing up into a woman. how would you deal with althe 'woman' stuff that happens to girls? ermmmm... i'll think up some more later!
update soon
"Johnny, you're up. Are you a virgin?" Tiffiany asked him.
Johnny's eyes went wide. "I-I guess I'm a virgin...wait, no, I am one."
"You positive?"
"He's not just positive, he's HIV positive!" Two-Bit laughed.
Tiffiany face-palmed. "Two-Bit, what have these authors and fanbrats done to you? You sound so corny!"
"I was," Dally used his fingers to count. "13 going on 14 when I first got laid. It felt good, at firs-"
"Enough! Do you have a sister?"
Dally raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I have a sister? And if I did, how the fuck would I know? It's not like I'll give a shit anyways."
"Two-Bit," Tiffiany sighed. "What is your sister like?"
He went into thought. "She's like all little sisters, annoying. But she likes Mickey Mouse, and has a cool side. You're turn, Steve."
"Oh Lord!," Steve yelled. "I ain't mean. Just 'cause Ponyboy says it, don't mean it's true. We may disagree, but us Greasers stick together!"
"You really mean that?" Ponyboy asked.
Steve patted Ponyboy on the back. "Yeah, whatever kid."
"Curtis', what if you had a sister? Around 13 or so, just growing up into a woman? How would you deal with all the 'woman' stuff?"
All three of the coughed. "I think I speak for all of us, when I say we'll get a Greaser girl to help us."
"Even if she's two years younger than me," Ponyboy stated. "I wouldn't want to hear about her 'Monthly' problems."
"We'll be back after these important messages," Tiffiany concluded, switching to a commercial break.
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Nothing Gold Can Stay By: Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
"Dallas! You can not slash Tim Shepard's tires!" Tiffiany tries to pull him away. She notices that the camera's light is on, and sits back down.
"Welcome back, I hope you liked the poem," She took a different paper. "MissDior777 asked:"
Dallas Winston, will you marry me?
"Aw? You want me to marry you?" he asked in a fake, angelic voice. "What the hell the I look like getting married?"
Nobody spoke, not even the fanbrats outside. Dally continued.
"Does it look like I want to get fucking married? No, it's bag and pass! Why keep one broad, when I can have millions?" Dally asked.
"Hey, calm down Dallas. MissDior777 is one of my favorite authors! Be nice," Tiffiany scolded. "She also wants a ring from Tiffany's."
He looked around. then continued. "How about we get to know each other? Deal?" Dally whispered. "And don't push it!"
One of the fanbrats knocked on the glass, to get Tiffiany's attention. "He's never nice. It says so in the book."
"Did I ask you? And if you read the book, you wouldn't be written annoying Mary-Sues. Now would you?"
The fanbrat silenced herself as the the others kept talking about how their Mary-Sues are the best thing that happened to the Outsiders. Tiffiany was going to throw something at them, but decided to continue with the questions.
"Two-Bit, read the question."
He skimmed through the page. "Saramaex put:"
I have a couple:
Dally, why are you so hot?
Two-Bit, why are you so awesome?
Bob, why are you such an ass?
Dally, why are you the awesomest person on the planet?
"Let's have Two-Bit speak. Why are you awesome?" Tiffiany asked him.
A random fanbrat walked up to Two-Bit, and handed him a half sheet of paper. He looked at the paper, raising an eyebrow as he read it. Holding the paper, he spoke.
"I'm awesome...because people say awe...when I get some?" Two-Bit slowly read it as a question. "Who wrote this?"
The room filled with laughter, and the fanbrats were quietly giggling at the corner of their room. Two-Bit put on a serious face, the rarest thing he ever does. He suddenly jumped up from his seat.
"Am I really that corny? I'm writing a compliant to the author of this story!" He looked at the paper. "And since when was my name 'Two-Cent'?"
"I'll tell you," Tiffiany started. "I've hung out with Mr. Mathews, and he sure is...special. He has a cool personality."
Two-Bit raised his index finger. "And I'm funny. When this so called 'Authors' aren't writing me corny jokes!"
Tiffiany put on her glasses. "Ok, Dallas, why are you," she looked around, but Dally was gone. "This is just great!"
There was a crumbled up piece of paper in front of her. When she picked it up, she noticed it was Dally's handwriting. In sloppy, hard to read letters, Dally wrote, "'Cause I am. I'm tired of these fuckin' questions. I'll be back tomorrow."
"That no good hood. He better be back tomorrow...Last question of today. Bob why are you such an ass?"
"Because I don't like you Greasers. Anyone poorer than me are worthless!" Bob shouted. The Greasers shot daggers at him with their eyes.
Bob put his beer can on the table. "Plus, I'm better than everyone here. I'm even better than you! Ha, stupid hoodlums."
Steve jumped over the table and punched Bob's face. Randy jumped in, resulting in Darry knocking his face back into shape. This had to stop, and fast. There was only thing to do...
"Well, thanks for reading and asking questions! We'll see you next time at 'Curious? Ask A Lot Of Questions!'," Tiffiany concluded.
She went to the door and unleashed the Mary-Sues. It wasn't the best idea, but at least that had everyone screaming...even the girls.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, sorry if it sucked. Please ask more questions, they entertain me! Until next chapter, R&R!
