Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns the Outsiders, I only own Tiffiany.

A/N: Thanks for all the questions! They were really fun to answer and I hope you guys have more, seriously! Well, R&R

It was an average Saturday morning. Tiffiany was sound asleep on her bed, dreaming about how wonderful it is not having to deal with anything. She heard her front door open and close, and footsteps approached her room. Then her door opened, and someone pushed her off her bed and started jumping up and down.

"Tiffiany, guess what?" Two-Bit asked, shoving a piece of paper at her face. "I got a fan letter! What did you get?"

"An annoying Greaser who won't let a girl sleep at 10 o' clock in the morning," she muttered. "Why are you in my house?"

Two-Bit laughed. "To answer questions, duh! Let's go, everyone's here," he grabbed Tiffiany's arm and dragged her downstairs.

Downstairs, everyone was at the kitchen table. Without noticing she was still in her pajamas, Tiffiany sat down in the middle of the Socs and Greasers. They all stared at her, laughing and making comments on what she was wearing. She looked up at Two-Bit, who was pointing at her clothes. Tiffiany took a glance at her puppy covered pajamas and shrugged, she didn't need to impress anyone.

"Cute little puppies," Randy laughed. "Mind if I run over them?"

She smirked. "Ugly little nose. Mind if I break it?"

Everyone started to holler, making a big commotion. Once she got them to settle down, there was a horrible noise. It sounded like a stampede coming towards her house. Tiffiany told the to quiet down again, thinking it was them making the noise.

"It's not us," Johnny said.

Then outside Tiffany's window, a big mob of fanbrats and Mary-Sues appeared. Tiffiany got up and closed her shades, not wanting to look at the disgraces. She went to a folder, took out a huge pile of papers, and sat back down. The hidden camera turned on, and everything started.

"Thanks for your marvelous questions," Tiffiany put on her glasses. "First one. peanut asked:"

is darry going to die a virgin? is he gay? is dally and tim gay for each other, but they are just hiding it? is johnny interested in girls yet? is pony ever going to get a girl, soda?

Darry smiled to himself. "No I am not queer. I've had my far share of woman."

"What does that mean, Darrel?" Tiffiany asked.

He rolled his eyes and grinned. "I ain't a virgin. Lost it back when I was a jock, ya dig? Dally, this question's for you."

Dally took the paper and stared at it. He cussed under his breath, banging his hand on the table. Tim Shepard peaked over Dally's shoulder, and slicked back his hair.

"Do I look gay to you?" Dally asked, his face serious. "If I fuckin' date girls, how could I be gay? I don't know about Tim..."

Tim smacked Dally behind the head. "Sylvia was mine before you bagged her, 'member? 'Cause I remember when-"

Dallas punched Tim right between the eyes. There was a low crack, and they all knew Tim's nose was broken. He let out a small, "Fuck," and left with Darry to the bathroom. Everyone stared at Dally, who took out his black leather blade and sharpened it.

Tiffiany sighed. "Ok Johnny, are you interested in girls yet?"

"O-of course! I'm not queer like Ponyboy, he digs sunsets," Johnny smiled mischievously.

"I do not!" Ponyboy said in denial.

The gang laughed. "You seriously need to stop hanging out with Dallas, Johnny," Tiffiany warned him. "Soda?"

"Ponyboy will get a girlfriend, once he puts a book down! Does he not know who his brothers are? He can bag any chick he'd like!" Soda yelped.

"Yeah, once he's old enough. I don't want my kid brother getting anyone impregnated," Darry commented as he came back.

Pony's ears turned a bright red as his face was covered in pink. He grabbed a random piece of paper, to cover his face with. Ponyboy noticed it had questions on it, so he cleared his throat.

"I-I'm gonna read this. JohnnyCade4Ever wrote:"

I have a question for Johnny.

Dear Johnny, CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES? Love, JohnnyCade4Ever

"Who knew Johnny was one of those silent, popular types?" Tiffiany asked. "So Johnny...babies, huh?"

Johnny sighed. "I gotta way of giving you one of my babies, by not doing anything," he got up. "Wait here."

He walked all the way to the front door, and left the house. Everyone looked at Johnny as he talked to some fanbrats, that decided to bring their computers with them. One of the fanbrats typed something into her computer, and in a matter of minutes, a tan baby popped out. Another fanbrat tooked the baby and drove off. Johnny came back and sat down.

"There, the fanbrat is going to send it to you. Don't kill it!" Johnny warned, then he smiled. "Yes, I'm still single."

Tiffiany face-palmed. "How come I never thought of that! Anywho, Saramaex said:"

lol haha loved it made fun of me didnt cha'? it was funny anyway :) okay i have more WOAH surprising...

Steve: How do you feel about having such little mention in The Outiders?

Can I punch Cherry Valance?

Can I SHOOT Bob Sheldon? (if you brought him back that is)

Pony: On a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being absolute "hide in a hole witha paper bag on my head" and 1 being "meh...") how much did you hate bleaching
your hair?

"How do I feel?" Steve asked. "I feel like beatin' the tar out of the kid! He ain't gonna be in my new book, 'Steve Randle'! Got it queer?"

Darry glared at Steve. "My kid brother is NOT queer! Got it, no life?"

"All brawn no," Steve stopped as Darry was going to punch him. "Game! Ok, all brawn no game."

Tiffiany laughed. "Haha, wow. You want to punch Miss Cherry Valance?"

Bob snorted so loud, he sounded like a dying pig. "You're not touching my girlfriend, alright?"

"We actually need Bob...for some stupid reason. But you can punch him!" Tiffiany left the kitchen, and returned with a big box. She opened it up and took out an inflatable Bob Sheldon punching bag.

She went outside and mailed it to Saramaex. "I have one of every character. They just came in this morning, so have fun! Ponyboy?"

"I'd say 9. I mean, I looked like a faggot! Next question."

Marcia picked up a sheet of paper. "'Kay, Simba11 asked:"

Johnny-Why won't you marry me? :(

"I'm just not ready," Johnny admitted. "I'm still a junior, maybe when I graduate I'll think about marriage."

"Good choice Johnny," Dally commented. "Ain't nobody gonna tie you down, savvy?"

Johnny nodded and took a random piece of paper. "EyesXxOfxXEmber put:"

I have questions!

1. For the whole gang- Who do y'all like better- Ponyboy, or Johnny?

2. For Ponyboy- Are you ALWAYS jumped? The way people write, it seems so.

3. For Sodapop- Why are you such a candyass all the time?

LAST ONE! I promise!

4. For Steve, and Darry- Does it get annoying f or y'all to be known as mean hard asses? :)

The whole gang coughed. "Trick question, we like both of them. Well, except Steve, he only likes Johnny," Two-Bit said.

"Who cares about Steve? He ain't nothin' special," said Curly, glaring at Steve. "Pony, answer the next question 'fore I knock Steve out."

"Um, ok. I am not always jumped. It was only those two times. TWO TIMES!" Ponyboy shouted. "I hate those writers, they need to get jumped."

"Whoa, Pony. No need to be so violent," Tiffiany fixed her glasses. "Uh, Soda! Why are you such a candyass all the time?"

Soda choked on a pancake. "I'ma what? I ain't no candyass! Does it look like I want to call Ponyboy 'Baby' all the time? I'ma fuckin' hood!"

"Soda, watch your mouth!" Darry shouted.

"NO!" Darry glared at Soda, but he still continued. "I ain't no goody-two-shes. I bag, I drink, I don't need you piece of shit authors writing shit!"

"SODA!" Darry was getting furious.

Soda jumped up from his seat. "WHAT? I ain't gonna stand here and do nothin'! When was the last time you cuffed someone? You...faggot!"

Darry picked up Soda from his collar. "Say one more thing and you're toast."

"Uh oh, someone pass me the butter! Haha," Two-Bit joked.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and Darry let go of Soda, glaring at him. Soda fell to the floor and started crying. Tiffiany was trying to figure out what was wrong with Soda, then she figured it out. The fanbrats were typing away in their computers. Tiffiany unplugged the cord attached to their computers, and Sodapop stopped crying.

"Is it annoying to be known as mean hard asses? It doesn't get annoying, it makes me seem tuff," Steve said.

Darry smirked. "But you're not. It doesn't get annoying, it's what I do."

"That was...awkward. Stay tuned for more!" Tiffiany switched to commercial.

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The Halloween Surprise by: Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname

The Curtis brothers, Steve, and Two-Bit have a Halloween party, and they all get the surprise of their lives.

Really good! READ IT! Lol :)

Ever wanted to have one of the Outsiders characters, but can't? Lucky for you, we have the new Outsiders clones!

Now you can have Soda, Darry, Johnny, Ponyboy, Steve, and the rest of them!

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"Welcome back. Yes, we just got Outsiders clones," Tiffiany took out a Ponyboy clone. "Looks just like him too! Anyways, questions!"

Bob took the paper. "Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname asked:"

Also, Darry, what is your other job besides roofing houses? You do work two jobs, right?

"Everyone knows that Darry's second job is being a stripper," Two-Bit flashed a lopsided grin.

Darry gave Two-Bit a playful punch. "My second job is actually plumbing. Even though I don't know a thing about it."

"Such a boring job! Dallas, read the next one," Tiffiany commanded.

Dally picked up the paper with his blade. "Kristina wrote:"

Sodapop, you are one of the sweetest guys I've ever heard of! Not many guys would still marry their girlfriends if they knew they were knocked up with some other guy's kid. And you're really funny! I was so sad when I found out Sandy left you. You're great(:

"Who the hell writes shit like this?" Dallas asked. "It's all...cute and stuff. Ew, I'ma bounce. Later."

"Bye Dallas, well, its for you, Soda," Tiffiany rubbed her eyes.

Soda clapped his hands. "Finally, someone who doesn't write me as something I'm not. You, my friend, are the best. YOU are great," he winked.

Randy, who was sleeping before getting kicked by Angela Shepard, took the next question. "Crunchtastic wrote:"

Alrighty. Just to put this out there: Darry, it is terribly rude to just steal away an author's muse when she's about to try to write a novel! I'd have thought you would know better. :[

Johnny, dudeman, what's being dead like? I suppose I could ask Dally, too, but I don't really like Dally that much. (Speaking of Dally, watch out for my short friend. She's a fan. Annnnnd probably in the fanbrats section...)

And to everyone: how do you think the world's technology would be in... Oh, say, the year 2010?

P.S. Bob, I hate to break this to you, dear, but you fail.

Darry raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, I'll behave," he looks at Tim, who just shruggs.

"Being dead is awesome, man," Johnny started. "It's so peaceful, no Greasers or Socs. I don't know why I decided to come back, man."

Tiffiany sighed. "Ok, how do you think the world's technology would be in th year 2010?"

"Flying cars!" Two-Bit yelped.

Steve shook his head. "That's 2012, idiot."

"We die in 2012, moron! Gosh, how about portable microwaves?"

Ponyboy looked up from his book. "Microwaves can't be portable."

Tiffiany laughed. "You guys suck! Bob, you fail!"

"I do not fail," He slurred out, already intoxicated. "You fail, you poor scum! I have everything, money, cars, jewlery-"

"And no brain," Tiffiany cut him off. "Ok dokey. Last question of today, Shelby asked:"

Johnny, what would you do if a girl liked you? Would you go for her or be scared? Ponyboy, are you gay? I mean, you don't seem to like girls AT ALL. Bob, why do you look down on greasers? We are so much better than your little preppy gay ass. I mean, do you like looking like a queer? Stupid soc... =)

Johnny went into deep thought. "Well, if I liked her then I'd go for her. If not, I'd be scared she'd stalk me. Horrible memories..."

"Sylvia? That slut," Steve said. "I taught her not to mess with us Greasers!"

"Ponyboy, are you hiding something from us?" Two-Bit asked. "Everyone keeps askin' if you're gay."

Pony punched to table. "No, I don't love Johnny and I don't want to marry Dallas. What do I look like to you? I ain't queer, so stop!"

He stormed out the kitchen and went outside for a smoke. Tiffiany checked the time, 11 o' three.

"They really shouldn't get up early," Tiffiany said to herself. "Ok Bob, shoot. Not literally."

"Why shouldn't I look down at Greasers? They're nothing! Worthless, little hoods. And you are NOT better than me, no one is!" he bragged.

Everyone stood silent, not trying to start a fight. Tiffiany threw a piece of bacon at Bob, and all of the Greasers joined. And yes, Two-Bit was the only idiot to say, "I guess breakfast, is ON you!"

A/N: Review! And please aske more questions, there are so much questions you can ask, be creative!