A.N. HAAAY, SO YALL I FIXED THE STORY! IT WAS AH-MAZIN' BEFORE, BUT YALL PICKY.

Chapter 1: The Socks (I don't like Socs, so imma make them socks cause I like socks)

I walked out of the theater in the my high-tops, baggy pants, and t-shirt, like a gangster(gangs are hot). I was smoking' some weed when I heard someone shout,

"Yo Greaser! Where's my money?" a sock shouted. He had long Justin Bieber type hair that was all gay like his face. I sometimes sold drugs for them and had used their cash I earned for more drugs.

"Yo, dog, I ain't got no money." I said, playing it cool.

"Oh really?" The sock said, "Boys, get him!" Out of nowhere, the sock's gang appeared.

I was scared 'cause the socks were coming to get me...There was like fifty of them so I took out my rifle and killed half of them. Now there was only nine chasing me, so I went to my house. Darry was cooking an apple and smiled at me,

"Horseboy (I hate ponies) I made this lovely pie out of love for you-" Darry stopped talking when I shot him.

"Shut up Darry! Don't you see that I'm busy!?" I yelled as he died.

I ran to my room which had posters of Lil' Wayne and Elvis. Soda was on the bed painting his toenails black. Sodapop had this rare genetic disease which allowed him to change into a girl at any time.

"Hey Soda," I said mischievously, "I reckon you had a dick two seconds ago!" I said laughing.

"Oh my God, Horsey! That was like sooo mean!" he said, throwing the nail polish at my face. I stopped laughing when I remebered the socks were still following me and could kill my hot, ghetto, body.

I hid in my bed as they beat the door down. Darry was grunting 'cause a sock was in our house and stabbing Darry. Maybe evening becoming all cannibal and eating Darry's fat body. Soda and I were together doing drugs 'cause we were so scared. We knew Darry was dead because we didn't hear any more noises.

"I think they're gone!" I exclaimed.

"Oh my god! I think I'm,like, gay 'cause I like girls, and I can, like, be a girl, so doesn't that, like, make me gay?" Soda said.

Suddenly the socks were in our room. The knife was bloody 'cause he stabbed Darry a billion times. I knew the blood was Darry's because it was black... like his heart. One sock was coming at Soda and one was coming at me; Soda started screaming his head off because he was PMSing like some female dog.

"I know what to do!" I said, picking up our bedside lamp and rubbed it. It wasn't a magic genie lamp but it would have to do. 'Help, help, help' I chanted in my head.

Suddenly the gang popped out of no where and started beating' the socks. Sadly though, the gang didn't see the other socks come behind them and killed them all. Soda and I were so scared, so I rubbed the lamp and the socks died just like the gang!

Then, Dally came up to us and said, "Good job Horsey and you too Soda. Ya'll beat them good."

The rest of them was hurt and crap, but Dally just asked me an' Johnny to come with him to the theater.

A.N. Fixed it! I know, so much better! Yall review mmkay?