A/N: Thanks to my reviewers:
JamesDeanIsMyGod- Excuse the fangirl-ness that is about to follow: Wow! I can't believed you reviewed! You are one of my favorite authors :)
ScarlettFugitive- I hate it when people say that Dally is 's0o0o0o hawt!' He is described as mean looking and towheaded, definetely not handsome... Finally, someone agrees with me!
Hahukum Konn- Ehh, don't worry, she won't take over the world...yet. Nah, just playing, she won't become the ruler of the free world XD
Trogdor the Burninater- Thanks for the good ideas! I'll write them down in the Mary Sue Handbook of Satanic Perfectness!
Fragile-Ego- I hadn't read your story when I wrote the first chapter, but after I read your review and went to read your story, it's so f-ing funny! Can't wait till the next update!
Ale Curtis-Carter, Sarah126, Dreamer for lyf- Thanks for the reviews..And here is the next update
FlaminSquirrelz- Yes, cliches XD A slash story is boy and boy or girl and girl relationship

Disclaimer: The Outsiders doesn't belong to me..If it did, I would be off writing a sequel in which I elope with Sodapop XD Same goes for the The Very Secret Diaries by Cassie Claire and the Lord of the Rings. (marshamallows if you find the itsy bitsy Very Secret Diaries mention)

Helms Deep is under attack! Gandalf to the rescue- Sorry, wrong story. Anyway, glory, were these guys dumb-I mean, they were ever so wonderful and ever so sweet.I gave them a sweet smile, while they were busy staring at me. Including my twin, Ponyboy. But that didn't bother me in the least. Because, as we all know, people don't care if its incest. That's because I'm ever so gorgeous, of course.

Finally, Dally snapped out of it first (as I knew he would, because I'm also psychic) and said, "What the hell did this psycho just say?"

Pyscho? Me? Ha, not a chance, Dally. So I sauntered over to him, making sure that my hair swished in the wind because if it didn't, well-I just wouldn't be perfect anymore. And that would be bad for my plan. Very bad.(according to the Mary Sue Handbook of Satanic Perfectness Chapter 15 Section 3: If someone doubts you, attempt to seduce him/ her/ it. If you can't, you are again, royally screwed over.)

I put my arm around Dally and said in my most charming voice, "Well, dollface, I do believe you are the cutest thing since Elvis."

Dally gave me a strange look,ducked out from underneath my arm, and looked at me strangely. "Leave me alone! According to another plotline, I'm supposed to love Johnny and not ever tell him I dig him until I die and it'll all be very dramati-Ehh...I guess I gave away a bit too much of the plotline, didn't I," Dally said before muttering something about 'crazy authors' and lighting a cigarette.

This wasn't supposed to happen! They were supposed to welcome me with open arms and all want to makeout with me. (Again, the handbook). I could deal with Dally later. So I used my 'magic' (inherited from Tom Riddle, of course) and sucked him into a random plothole until whenever I wanted to deal with him again.

Dally's POV

I was sucked into a-wait, what the hell did I get sucked into? Anyway, I ended up in a deep pit surrounded by...a whole bunch of freaks, that's what. Some guy with a pointy hat and robes was busy showing a short guy with curly hair and hairy feet his 'pointy hat' trick(looked a Soc...will kill him if he tries anything). I also saw Pony's parents there!

"Mr. Curtis! Mrs. Curtis! Why are you here? Am I...dead?" I asked bewildered. Hadn't they died?

"No, dear...Ponygirl sent us here," said Mrs. Curtis warmly, apparently not bothered in the least that her own child had sucked her through a vortex and dumped her wherever we were.

Ponygirl...Wasn't she that dollfaced broad that had tried to seduce me earlier? I would have taught her a thing or two about lust...But it's not my story, and Raige doesn't want this turning into a lemon fic. Damn you, Raige!

Mrs. Curtis then went into a story about how Ponygirl travels through the universe with her Mary Sue-ness and just generally wreaks havoc on story lines. Next thing you know, she probably would have taken over the Curtis household and had Two-Bit, Steve, and Johnny at her feet! I have to stop her! Huh?Me, heroic?Nah..I really have to do somethingthough. Except for the tiny insignificant fact that I'm stuck in a vortex with no apparent way out.But...in the meantime, I'll just hang out here...Why? Because I just saw a bar in the corner where another of the Soc-looking short guys was doing a jig on the table and hey-was that a stripper! Hell yeah, I love it here!

Ponygirl's POV

Meanwhile, back in Tulsa,Soda had invited me to live with them, even though they didn't know me at all. It's all in the purple eyes, it's all in the eyes...

"Hey Darry, can our uber-hot younger sister come live with us, even though there's no proof that she's related to us?" asked Soda, giving Darry a sad face.

Of course, Darry said yes. Hello, its me you're talking about. How can anyone refuse me anything? Johnny kept giving me strange looks and whispering things to Darry. All Darry said was, "Calm down, kid. She ain't gonna bite ya." Meanwhile, Two-Bit and Steve kept making farting noises. I always knew Steve was a hick. As for Two-Bit...he's just weird. I mean, the non-existant Mickey Mouse obsession? Come on. Who watches Mickey Mouse while gulping down chocolate cake and beer? Apparently Two-Bit does.

We walked up to the flat where Ponyboy, Soda, Darry, and now I lived together. Wow. Their house sucked, to put it bluntly. But of course, I loved it, because I'm Ponygirl and I love everything.

I kicked Pony out of his room and he slept on the couch because I'm so perfect, they couldn't stand for me to sleep on the couch. I had a feeling Ponyboy was beginning to resent me...I yawned. I was soooooo tired. I wasn't 'so' tired I was soooooo tired, for emphasis, because that's what all pseudo-greaser teenyboppers say, of course. So I carefully hid my Mary Sue Handbook of Satanic Perfectness under my pillow, and fell asleep (looking beautiful, duh!).

Johnny's POV

Nope, I don't trust that galone bit at all...Not one bit at all...I think I'll go into her room, see what's up. Maybe I can find something that will tell me what the hell is wrong with her. Aha! I found a book! The Mary-Sue Handbook of what?

A/N: Dundundun! Johnny found the Mary Sue Handbook! Will he show it the gang? Or will he keep it to himself for...other reasons?

P.S. I'm writing another Outsiders fic called 'Reverie'..Not getting many reviews, so if you want, go check it out..Slight slash warning