~Seven Revolutions~
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Outsiders or anything associated with it. I also do not own all these clichés that people from this fandom tend to put into their fics.
A/N: This is a fic that will primarily be made in order to send a message to other fanfiction writers that write clichés.
Chapter 1: Ponyboy Curtis
Ponyboy sat at his desk, within his small bedroom, clutching onto a pencil as he mulled over everything he was about to write. A blank piece of paper lay in front of him, waiting to be written on. The chair underneath him creaked as he shifted his weight to a comfortable position. This would be his only opportunity to ever write his complaints down...
Pony finally began scribbling the first things that came to him.
Dear fanfiction writers of the Outsiders fandom,
First off, I ain't always crying all the time! I'm not always in the hospital or getting hurt. I'm not always whiny like everyone thinks I am. I would never choose a girl over my friends. Come on, are you guys serious? I have a life that doesn't only involve being jumped by Socs. Johnny and Dally aren't going to magically come back to life, just because you wish they would. I ain't gay and I don't always love Johnny or Dally. If you write gay fics, can you at least write them well and where they are believable? Steve ain't as bad as he sounds. He's not always such an asshole. Please, oh please stop writing ridiculous crap when I am somehow attracted to my own brothers. That's just sick! Soda and Darry are my brothers! Does anyone have any decency anymore? Stop making your stories entirely about me! Hello, Steve needs some love too. There's also other people who are a part of the gang, like Darry and Two-Bit. All these stories have everyone doing stuff they would never do! We would never save some girl we don't know from Socs. Hell, I don't think the Socs are even low enough to beat up a girl. Stop pairing me with these girls who have no personalities and dress like trash. I recall, saying in the book that I don't like greaser girls who wear too much make-up and are drinking it up like their trash. Why do you think I turned Angela Shepard away? Finally, stop writing post Outsiders stories where I am over Dally and Johnny's deaths as if they never happened. Hello, don't you guys think that would still have a huge affect on me?
Sincerely, Ponyboy Curtis
Ponyboy finished adding the last touches to his letter, shaking his head in great dismay. This had to stop. All the out of character behavior had to be put to an end.
The door to his bedroom opened as a girl walked in, wearing a serious expression.
"Miss Pearl Primrose, I finished my letter." Pony said, handing it to her.
She took it, nodding her head in approval, "I'll make sure to show it to the rest of the writers for this fandom."
Finally, their cry for help would be heard.
A/N: Well, I think the message was blatantly obvious. Feel free to leave a review. I know I'll probably get flamed though...
