Disclaimer: Still don't own it.

Rating: T

Author Notes: Whew, yeah, that last update took me about 7 months. Hah. Sorry about that, everyone. I was kind of out of the whole writing thing, and stuff was going on. But still. Thanks so much for sticking by this story.

This next part is going to have some of me making fun of stuff . . . so please take no offense. And I'm bored, so . . . if I want emo Johnny . . . then we will have emo Johnny. Bwahaha.

(Are you sure you can't tap dance for me in a little kitty outfit, Maddiecake?)

Well, here you go!

What's in a Fan Fic

Darry just stood there, hands folded across his chest. "What are we gonna do about this?" Apparently, Kair was still rolling around on the ground, screaming random things/noises.

Two-Bit shrugged. "I don't know." He looked around the room, spotting Johnny in a fetal position in the corner. "Uh, are you okay?"

Johnny didn't reply. Instead, he just kept staring at the floor.

"You know that wall's wet with paint, right?"

Letting out a soft groan, Johnny got up. ". . . Why . . . ?" he muttered, taking off his jacket, which was now coated with white. Johnny seemed a little paler than he usually was, and he seemed pretty sad . . . depressed, almost.

Dally cocked a brow. How did this happen all of the sudden? "Hey, kid, you, uh, wanna use the computer?"

"Sure . . . I guess . . ."

Ponyboy finally got Soda to let go of him, and went over to his friend. "What're you lookin' at?" he touched the laptop's keyboard . . . and felt a bit strange all of the sudden. "Johnny . . . I don't feel so good . . ."

"I guess none of us do," Johnny replied darkly. Dally once again cocked a brow at him. Did his hair . . . grow or something? Or was it always long, bleached blond at the tips, and had bangs that covered his right eye?

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Johnny and Ponyboy just sat back and listened, trance-like. How could something completely describe how they felt? The music sunk right into their hearts, running right under their skin . . .

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming . . . confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling . . . I can't seem

"Um . . . right . . ." Two-Bit blinked, wondering where that music was coming from. It turned out that one of Kair's songs was playing on the laptop. "Curse you, Music . . . Match . . . Yahoo . . . whatever." He quickly pressed the "x" in the top right corner, and the music stopped, and Ponyboy muttered to himself. "What was that, kid?"

"Thanks a lot, Two-Bit," Ponyboy replied sarcastically.

Two-Bit shrugged. "It was kind of depressing."

"CRAWLING IN MY—"

"Shut up!" Dally whacked Kair upside the head, which sent her face sailing right into the floor.

She didn't move.

Darry gave him a "you-did-not-just-do-that" look. Picking her up, he set her on the bed. "Ponyboy, can you help me here?"

"I can't even help myself," he replied darkly. The whole gang, except for Johnny, cast him strange looks. What was going on here?

"Something must be up with that stupid website," Steve put in. He scanned the stories. "Hmmm . . . one of them—wait, no—two of them say that Pony's 'depressed' or something like that."

"Depressed?" Darry glanced over at Ponyboy. "He looks kinda depressed . . . so does Johnny . . ."

Steve leaned back in the seat and put his feet up on the table near the laptop. "Hey, don't they have a word for—"

"Steve, watch it!" Darry barked, just as Steve pressed something on the laptop.

"I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if you look just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag
Our dudes look like chicks and chicks look like dykes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo"

". . . Emo, huh . . . ?"

"How did this happen!" Soda asked, looking around frantically.

"I don't know!" Two-Bit threw his hands up into the air. "All I did was let them touch the laptop!"

Darry stared intently at the screen for a moment before responding. "Maybe it's because you were on that page with stories about them being depressed. If Soda touched it right now, he'd probably be depressed, too, because there are stories about him being depressed," he said cleverly.

". . . Right."

"And get your feet on the table, Steve."

". . . Oh. Right." He carefully removed his feet from the table, hoping that no weird emo song would come up again. "So then what do we do?"

"Duh," Dally said, "Find a story where they're most like themselves."

Darry nodded slowly, almost surprised at his answer.

"Do you think it'll work if we look at some slash stories?"

"Dunno . . . well . . . better get started . . ."

To be continued

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Author Notes: I was really really bored this time. Sorry. I was listening to Linkin Park at the time, so, uh, yeah. I do not own them or the song. Nor do I own the lyrics by Andrew and Adam.

Wheee Emo Johnny . . .

I honestly felt the need to do that, because my friend named Johnny is gonna do his hair just like that.

I also honestly didn't think this chapter was very good. I'm running out of ideas. Maybe in the next chapter I'll make them read a fanfic. Bwahah.