Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own The Outsiders, or the fics I mention here unless they say, "by Kairyuu-kun" on them. Heehee. This is the fic where I pick on all you fellow Outsiders authors. XD Don't worry. O o; Whatever the greasers say isn't personal—I'm just saying what they would probably say. I am not trying to offend anyone here.

Rating: T (new an improved! XD)

Author Notes: Thank you to all those people out there who are supporting this fic. I luff you guys. X3 I'm sorry it took me so long to update! And, PLEASE take my Outsiders quiz on Quizilla (the link's on my user lookup . . . thing)! I don't know if this chapter will turn out good, 'cause I've kind of run out of ideas. -cough- Anyway, here's the story!

What's in a Fan Fic

"Hey, Ponyboy, you're smart, right?"

"Uh . . ."

"Right. Anyway, what the hell does . . . ai . . . shit . . . er . . . u . . . yeah, whatever. What is it?" Two-Bit asked, scanning over some of the authors. "Hey . . . 'Greaser Girl' . . . d'we know a girl named Wendy, Dal?"

"No, why?"

"'Cause it says here you met her, you liar!" Two-Bit said, pointing at the screen.

"Nah, man, I have no fucking idea who Wendy is. I don't even know if we had a Wendy on the West side."

The greasers continued looking through fanfiction for what seemed to be . . . a long time? "We've been doin' this for hours!" Dally groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Actually . . . 30 mintues," Ponyboy said, nearly above a whisper. He didn't want Dally to get mad at him or anything.

"Same thing."

Then, there was a sound of heavy footsteps . . . and the door creaked open slowly . . .

"What the heck are you guys all doing in my room?" Kair asked, cocking a brow. Two-Bit put the screen down a bit, and Ponyboy tried to act natural by leaning against a wall . . . but slid off it, with a coat of freshly-applied paint on his back. "Gr! Two-Bit, I thought you told them about the walls!"

"Walls? Oh, yeah . . . guys, there are walls here," Two-Bit said, and Dally burst out into laughter.

"Two-Bit!"

"And . . . they have paint on 'em."

"Thanks a lot. Now you tell me," Ponyboy muttered, getting up. He walked past Kair to get a new shirt. "I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, we'll keep your seat warm," Two-Bit joked. Kair was about to leave when he said, "Hey, Kair, what's . . . ai-shit-er-u?"

Kair slapped herself on the forehead. "Aishiteru, baka," she told him, and then briskly trudged off.

Dally and Two-Bit exchanged confused glances. "Wait . . . then what's baka?" Two-Bit asked, ramming his head against Kair's desk

"Cut the shit, Two-Bit, I wanna see what these fiction things are," Dally said, pushing the 18 year old aside.

"Hey, but I was here first!"

"Too bad, I'm here now," Dally replied, shoving Two-Bit off the chair. "Okay, let's see here . . . 'login'. Hm." Click. It brought him to this place with a menu on the side. "What is this shit?"

"I dunno," Two-Bit replied. "Hey, click 'stats'." Click. "Favorites list of 12 members. 23 author alert."

"Whoop-di-doo," Dally muttered sarcastically. "'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'," he read, clicking it. "What the fuck? 'Of course, it's PG-13. I mean, Dally's in it'."

"Ouch," Two-Bit snickered. Suddenly, this box appeared in front of the screen.

"Whatever I feel like doing, GOSH!" said one guy in the box. He had big, nerdy glasses. "Watch 'Napoleon Dynamite'."

"Freak," Dally growled, closing the window . . .

Okay, I wanted to know what they were doing . . . and why Ponyboy and Dally were in my room. I have a feeling that Two-Bit's screwing up something one way or another. But why would Ponyboy be interested? I sighed, walking along. Suddenly, I stopped.

I cursed under my breath. I'd forgotten to log out of fanfiction . . .

Turning on my heel, I ran back into the room, but stopped quietly at the doorway. 'Just kill me now,' I thought. Steve and Soda were in there now, too!

"What's slash, then?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Two-Bit replied, shrugging. "I'm really clueless on what SteveDarry is . . ."

"Maybe it's a name?" Soda suggested. Suddenly, there was a really soft whimper from outside the door. "I'll go check it out." He looked out, but there was no one there. "Hey . . . no one's there."

"Probably your imagination," Steve told him.

"I guess."

I clamped my hand hard over my mouth. I had ducked into the bathroom before Soda could see me. I still was wondering why I had let out a fangirl-like squeal . . . it was either because knowing that Soda's in my room, or because the guys found out about slash.

Maybe it was both.

Yes, most likely both. But anyway, I was suddenly glad that I hadn't posted any slash fictions . . . wait. They're on my account . . . that means they could . . .

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Author Notes: Eh. That's all I could think of. I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't so great. X x; But oh, great. They're on my account . . . meaning they could be sending flames or reviews or anything! It seemed that the whole Outsiders fanfiction community was under attack by the guys themselves. Toon in next time! XD

Japanese Reference:
Aishiteru - I love you
Baka - (in this case) idiot

Heh. I kind of picked on Aishiteru-Sasuke there for a moment. Gomen nasai, hope you don't mind.