A/N/Disclaimer: We don't own what we don't own. Me and my buddy ExtremeWriter came up with this stuff today and wanted to put it on FF. Enjoy! R&R&F!

Soda walked into the living room, where his brother was sitting. He noticed a depressed look on Darry's face. "What's wrong, Darry?" Sodapop asked.

"Uh, erm, nothing." Darry flushed.

"C'mon! I'm Sodapop Curtis, the nicest guy in Tulsa! You can trust me!"

"Well, it's personal."

"Please?"

"Fine." Darry sighed. "I, uh…."

"JUST TELL ME ALREADY!"

"Are you the nicest guy is Tulsa or not?"

"Sorry."

Darry looked at Soda. "You know how I, uh, didn't exactly act the same as you and the gang when we were thirteen?"

Soda looked confused. "Yeah…wait, what do you mean?"

"I'm kind of…developing right now."

Soda's mouth fell open. "You're WHAT?!"

"Developing," Darry repeated as though Soda hadn't heard him.

Soda fainted.

Two-Bit rushed into the living room, Mickey shirt and all. "What happened?" he asked anxiously. He noticed Soda lying on the floor, unconscious. "What the - ?"

"He fainted," Darry admitted.

"Why?"

Darry got up and nervously whispered something in Two-Bit's ear.

"You're what?!" Darry didn't have a time to reply as now Two-Bit had fainted.

Dally, Johnny, and Ponyboy entered, worry-faced. "What happened?" Dallas asked. "I heard thumps."

"Well, there wer-urnt." Darry's developing voice seemed to alter.

Ponyboy cracked up. "Okay, something is seriously up with your voice."

"It's because I'm developing!" Darry replied cheerfully.

Johnny fainted.

Dally and Ponyboy were laughing hysterically. "De-de-developing?!" Tears of laughing streamed down Ponyboy's face. "That has got to be the craziest thing I've ever heard!"

Darry's eyes watered. "Look, just because you had a normal puberty experience doesn't mean I'm a freak!"

"No, no, he didn't mean it like that," Dally said sympathetically. He hated seeing Darry cry. He'd been doing that a lot lately, although he couldn't understand why. Now it made sense.

At that moment, Soda stood up with a dazed look in his eyes. He started twirling around the room, singing at the top of his lungs. "WHINE UP, WHINE UP, WHINE UP, OH YEAH!"

Ponyboy and Dally gave him a look. At that moment Two-Bit got up and started to sing and dance. "WHO YA GONNA CALL? GHOSTBUSTERS! LEMME TELL YA SOMETHIN': BUSTIN' MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!"

Darry looked gleeful. "Are you guys developing too?"

"I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!"

"Guess not."

"You guys are insane." Ponyboy shook his head as he watched Soda and Two-Bit conga around the living room.

"I dunno," Darry said, tapping his foot to the boys' voices. "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world…"

Dally slapped his forehead.

Johnny got up. "How 'bout them cowgirls? Boys ain't they something!"

Darry swooned romantically.

"This is insane!" Pony exclaimed.

"Didn't see this coming," Dally muttered. "Seriously, fainting damaged their brains."

The three singing boys all linked arms and did a Rockette-like sequence of kicks. "HE HAD IT COMIN'! HE HAD COMIN'!"

"Pop!" sang Soda.

"Six!" sang Two-Bit.

"Squish!" sang Johnny.

"Ah, ah!" Darry sang, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Sisera?" Dally questioned.

"Lipshitchs?" Pony replied.

Then, at the same time, Soda, Two-Bit and Johnny seemed to come out of their trance. "Whoa," Johnny said, startled. "What WAS that? All I remember is crazily dancing to a song from Chicago…"

"And I was whining up…"said Soda.

"I busted a move!" cried Two-Bit.

"Guys! Guess what? The Chicago dance seemed to snap me out of my problems! My hormones have stopped going crazy!" Darry smiled gleefully.

"Now, where were we?" Darry linked arms with his friends as they got into their own rendition of "Cell Block Tango".