Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders or the line in Mean Girls.
A/N: The conversation in the beginning is something I actually talked about.
"He did commit suicide!" I argued. We've going on about this for 10 minutes. I had shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.
"No he didn't, he was shot by the police!" My best friend Emily replied. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"I have to agree with Emily." Cameron said. He had blonde hair, green eyes and was about 5'5.
"So, Dally knew it was going to happen he wanted it to happen! It's suicide by the police!" Of course, we were talking about the best book/movie ever, The Outsiders.
"Whatever." Emily responded. While we were fighting, we had the movie on.
"Why is the T.V. glowing?" I asked.
"Why is your book floating?" Whatever is happening, it's not good.
The next thing I know, I'm at a park next to a fountain. Emily and Cameron were right next to me.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I don't know, I don't even know where we are. Let's ask someone." We all stood up. We started walking and talking like nothing was wrong. A few minutes later, we bumped into someone.
"Stupid broads." He mumbled.
"Who are you calling a stupid broad?" I asked.
"You, all the way down there." Whoever they were did not just make fun of my height. Sure I'm only 5 feet tall, but that's no reason to call me short. That's just low.
"Hey! Who do you think you are?" Emily asked.
"I'm Dallas Winston." Crap! We just got the toughest hood in Tulsa really mad at us. Wait. Dallas Winston!? That would mean that we weren't in New York in 2007 anymore.
"Em, we're in Oklahoma!" I said.
"Yeah, no duh." Emily said. He really was Dallas. He had the blonde hair, ears and stupid little teeth.
"Dal, who are the broads?" Some dude asked. It must have been Steve. He was followed by four other guys.
"I don't know man."
"Don't you hate that?" I asked.
"Hate what?" Cameron asked me.
"When people talk about you like your not there?"
"Sorry 'bout that. I'm Sodapop. That's Steve, Two-bit, Johnny, and this is my little brother Ponyboy. "
"I'm Emily, this is Cameron and the midget over there is Caryn."
"You're evil!" I said. She seemed to ignore this and Cameron just laughed.
"I've never seen you two around here." Soda said. At least we kind of looked like greasers, jeans and t-shirts.
"No, we're um, new. We're from New York." I said. Wow that got Dally's attention.
"New York City?"
"No, we live in the suburbs."
"Where ya'll staying?" Soda asked. Just like him to ask nice things.
"Group huddle!" Emily yelled. We walked a safe distance away from our greaser chums. "So where are we staying?" Emily asked.
"I don't know, Cameron do you have any relatives in Tulsa?" I asked.
"Not in the 1960's."
"Then why do I call you Sodapop?!" I yelled. Oops, now they're looking at us.
"You call him Sodapop?" The real Soda asked us.
"Yeah, because…he's in love Pepsi."
"So, where are ya'll staying?" Soda asked again.
"Nowhere, I guess." Cameron said.
"You can probably stay with us! Let's go." Cameron, Emily, and I trailed behind.
"How did this happen?" Cameron asked.
"How did what happen?" I asked.
"God Caryn, you're so stupid. He wants to know how we're in The Outsiders!" Emily exclaimed.
"Oh. gotchya. Good question. Maybe…yeah, I got nothing."
"Moron." Emily mumbled.
"We're here!" Two-bit shouted. 'Nice digs' I thought. We all walked in.
"Darry! I brought some new friends home, they need a place to stay."
"Who are they Soda?" Darry asked.
"Emily, Cameron, and Caryn." Soda said.
"Where'd the third one go?" Steve asked.
"She's a leprechaun!" Two-bit said.
"What's with all the short jokes? Is it make fun of Caryn day?" I yelled pushing past Cameron and Emily.
"Actually, it is make fun of Caryn day." Emily said.
"I see, well if we're going there…two blonde chicks walk into a stranger's house…"
"And then?" Dally questioned.
"I don't know, do I look smart to you? Don't answer that." I said.
"Can they stay here Darry?" Pony asked. Ah! He speaks!
"I guess they could."
"Sweet." Cameron said.
"You don't mind do you?" I asked Darry.
"No, the gang always crashes here, it's no problem."
"Alrighty. I got a question for you then." I said.
"Shoot." Soda responded.
"Oh geez." Em replied.
"Do guys have pillow fights?"
A/N: That's always a fun question to ask people! I've actually asked people that…