My room has been invested with ick. It's being cleaned. And it has the icky cleaning smell. So I can't go in there. So I stole my sister's laptop. So this might not be so good because I'm just really bored right now and feel like writing and can't continue any of the other things I'm writing (they're not on fanfic) because its on the other computer SO I'm writing a short thing for the outsiders because I like that movie and I don't care for that book that much because she's to descriptive and has TO MUCH FLUFF as I like to say like JK Rowling I don't know how to spell her name and I don't care either because I don't like her and NOW I'm rambling but I'm bored so bare with me people yeah a lot of people probably are going to leave me comments about how I rant and insult the famous and all knowing JK Rowling because people worship her even though half to things she wrote about she stole from other people OKAY I like murder mysteries so lets make this story a murder mystery cuz I'm bored as hell and I ….i'm going to shut up now.

(Waits for hate comments)

This is going to be stupid and annoying probably just to warn you because I don't think writing like

Dally: Cheese.

That is aloud. So it's hard for me to write humor when it's not like that so it's going to suck so maybe you shouldn't read it. WOOP WOOP ON WITH THE SHOW

WHO KILLED…..STEVE!

The gang all sat around the television watching Mickey Mouse out of pure boredom.

"If the lights go out one of us will die." Soda said in a serious voice. Just then the lights went out! Coincidence? I think not! So then they came back on and Ponyboy screamed like a girl because Steve just happened to be lying on the floor with a knife in his back. Sucks for Steve.

"He's dead!" Darry said while dancing the tango with Soda.

"No…he's not just dead…he's been…MURDERED!" Dally said with his trench coat and cool hat on while smoking a pie. Oops I ment pipe. Not pie. He wasn't smoking pie. Terribly sorry. So then Johnny walked up to Dally and stuck a fake mustache on him because lets face it, we all wondered what Dally would look like with a fake mustache on. GIVE IN TO THE PLEASURE OF FAKE MUSTACHES!

"I'm going to figure out who did it!" Dally said happily. Ponyboy sat down next to dead Steve and smiled stupidly.

"You ain't a woofin." He said. Everyone looked at Pony.

"What the hell does that mean?" Two-Bit asked.

"Beats me." Ponyboy answered. Seriously people lets think about this. You ain't a woofin. You…aint…a…woofin. Now why would anybody be woofing in the first place? Do greasers usally woof and bark at people? Yeah, you just ponder that why don't you. CONTINUING ON…

So Dally grabbed Johnny by the arm and started patting him on the head.

"You didn't do it right, Johnny?" Dally asked, still patting his head.

Johnny just saw happened to be wearing a shirt that says "I killed Steve" and to top it all off was in Steve's blood, but lets face it, Dally loves Johnny like a little brother, he would let him get away with….MURDER!

"Yeah I did it!" Johnny said confessing.

"Aha! So Darry DID do it!" Dally said.

"What? No…I said I did it." Johnny said.

Darry was sent to jail anyway.

Sucks for Darry.

THE END.