Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, the internet, or any other stuff on here that you can recognize. Also, I don't own the fanfics I mention I here unless they're mine. And, I hope that I do not offend anyone whose fanfic I mention in this story. Also, despite what some may say, I do own myself . . . oh, wait, no, I traded me for a cookie yesterday. O o; Nevermind.

Rating: PG-13 (for language)

Author Notes: I'm happy that some people actually like this story. But tell me, is the funny part my sad life or is it the other stuff? x x; And yes, Sirius-black-sfan, I am very evil. That's why I write evil cliffhangers. X3 Ph34r m3.

Anyway, I didn't think that this would get any reviews. O o; And, this story is about random crap that comes directly off of the top of my head.

One more thing—be warned, I have an odd vocabulary. O o; I just added "perfect" to my list of bad words.

What's in a Fan Fic

So, I got up and (after tripping and falling) left the room. Note to self—never, and I mean NEVER leave Two-Bit by himself with something precious ever, ever, EVER again. Anyway, I left and I thought he was gonna look at normal stuff—stuff that guys usually look at. But, I hoped that it wasn't illegal.

"Two-Bit, no illegal stuff!" I hollered over my shoulder, hearing an "Okay!" being hollered back.

As I left, I ran into Dally—and I mean, literally ran into him. I'm the clumsiest person in the world, I think. But moving on . . .

Our shoulders collided, making me spin around and slam face flat into a nearby wall. "I'm okay . . ." I said, though it was muffled by the wall.

"What the fuck was that for?" Dally growled, grabbing me by the back of my shirt.

"Sorry!" I squeaked, before adding, "Don't hurt me!"

Instead, he just laughed and threw me back against the wall. "You fall for everything, Kair."

I chuckled nervously. "S-sure . . ." God, he scares me!

But other than those types of encounters, the guys were okay, I guess, and didn't treat me that much like a kid. I got it through to them that I was thirteen.

"I thought you were twelve!"

"I turned 13, like, 2 weeks ago!"

"Yeah, right."

Okay, maybe they didn't believe me. But oh, well. We can't always have what we want, right?

I certainly don't get what I want all the time. It looks like I do, but I don't. I get what I want from my parents (I'm an only child), only because I work my ass off at school and at everything else I do. Plus, I've been saving my money . . .

"Hey, can I have a dollar?"

"Sure!"

. . . kind of. But that's straying from the subject. People see me as a "perfect" little 13 year old who is nice, gets good grades, and does everything perfectly and does everything right.

Boy, are they wrong.

I'm not perfect, despite recent rumors. And I'm actually glad that Dally gets that.

"You're stupid, Kair."

"Yes, I know."

But the other guys don't. I think Two-Bit sees me as a computer nerd. Actually, I consider "You're crazy" a compliment, and "You're perfect" an insult.

-Flashback-

"You're perfect!"

"What you talkin' 'bout my momma?"

It went something like that. My memory is mixed with my dreams, okay? But also, when I do something wrong, they don't laugh, they go "OHMIGAWD!" At least the guys don't treat me like that!

"Oops. I thought 14 was the square root . . ."

"What?"

And another thing—people think that human suffering is funny, right? Then why don't some people laugh at my human suffering? Isn't it funny to see a volleyball hit me in the face? It's funny to Steve!

I just don't get people these days . . . and to me, "perfect" is a bad word.

"Well, you know what? I perfecting strongly dislike you, perfecter! Yeah, that's right, walk away! Perfect you! You can rot in perfect for all I care!"

And so on, and so forth. That's just the way I function, I guess . . .

But anyway, I wondered what Two-Bit was doing . . .

Two-Bit looked around with shifty eyes. "Okay, Kair, I won't mess it up," he said aloud, even though he was alone. "But first . . ." he clicked the "back button"—the one that Kair said would bring you back one page.

"Outsiders Fan Fiction," he read, before he started scanning the page. "Hrm . . . what's slash? Dally and Johnny . . . what does that mean?" The 18-year old cocked a brow. "Wow, there're a whole lotta things 'bout Dal in here . . ." He continued looking down the page. "Wait a minute. Who are all these girls and do I have their numbers?" Two-Bit scratched the back of his head, confused.

"Hold up . . ." he whispered breathlessly, "DALLY HAS A KID! And he went out with Cherry Valance?" Two-Bit rested his head in his hands. "When did all of this happen?" And there was more. "Ponyboy has a sister? Wait . . . Soda has a twin sister? How come I've never met 'em? And how come Johnny needs a lawyer . . .?"

"WHOA!" Two-Bit nearly fell backwards out of his chair. "'Girl Troubles' . . . by Kairyuu-kun . . . wow, that's Kair's name . . ." he blinked in confusion as he read the summary. "'Two-Bit and Marcia did have a pretty good time at the movies. What if she chose to continue the friendship? But . . . is there a catch?'" he read. "Catch . . . wait, Marcia wants to what?" he scratched the back of his head again, but then he suddenly grinned. "3 reviews? That's pathetic!" ((AN: Hey!))

"'So Deprived' . . . wait, what does SteveDarry slash mean?"

I didn't know all the things that Two-Bit was looking at, because I was too busy reading a manga. But, I really wished he hadn't told everyone else . . . and I wish he hadn't seen that one fic . . .

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Author Notes: Okay, I hope that you liked that! Well, review soon! And that part from my POV? That's just me venting. XD Plus, I needed to put something down. And yes, I need help.

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