Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Rating: T
Author Notes: Oh, my gah. I haven't updated in forever. Man, I'm lazy. But still, I have to work here on this computer instead of my laptop, which has all my stuff. -sigh- Oh, well. On to the randomness. And no offense to anyone here . . .
And this is where it gets insane(r). xD
What's in a Fan Fic
"Okay, okay, let's get this straight . . ." Darry looked around at everyone, trying to see if they were paying attention. Of course, they weren't, but that wasn't unusual. They were still the same greasy hoods he knew, after all. Well, except for . . . "Johnny and Ponyboy have become . . . depressed one way or another because of this computer."
Two-Bit raised a hand. "Wait, what?"
Gritting his teeth, the eldest greaser rammed his palm to his forehead. "Johnny and Ponyboy are depressed because the stories say they are."
"So the stories are true!"
"No!"
". . . Wait, what?"
"TWO-BIT!"
"What!"
Dally chuckled a bit. "I hope there ain't a story in here that tells Dar beatin' the hell out of Two-Bit."
"So it is real or not?" Two-Bit asked again, after waiting for Darry to calm down.
"It's not . . . but when we see a story like that and touch the computer, it becomes real somehow."
". . . I don't—"
"Two-Bit, shut up. Please. Just shut up."
Soda opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Darry furiously rubbing his temples he decided to wait. After about 5 minutes or so, he finally spoke up. "Hey, uh, Dar . . . we . . . have a problem."
"What is it?"
"I . . ." he looked down at the floor before back at his brother. "I think I'm in love."
Darry rolled his eyes. "I know you're in love, buddy—"
"No," Soda shook his head. ". . . With 3 different girls . . . who aren't Sandy!" This time, his older brother had nothing to say. There really was nothing to say, except for . . .
"What the hell?" Dally glanced over at the door, which apparently, someone was continuously knocking on.
The room fell silent, and all they could hear was the thump coming from the other side of the wood. "Steve . . ." Darry said quietly, "Go answer the door."
"Why do I—"
"Answer the damn door!"
The greaser got up slowly, edging towards it. "Oh, for Pete's sake, this ain't a drama!" Two-Bit threw his hands up into the air and turned the doorknob, only to see some girl standing there. "Uh, hey there," he said. The girl had her eyes glued to the floor, and with her seemingly petite figure, it was a wonder how loud she could knock.
Finally, she lifted her gaze, crimson optics meeting Two-Bit's.
"All your bases are belonging to us."
". . . Huh?"
"Hi there!" she said perkily, eyes changing to a light green. For some reason, Two-Bit didn't notice this, even though the shift was more apparent than cow shit hitting your windshield on a windy day while you're driving past the countryside.
The blond greaser stepped aside, letting her in. "So, uh, come here often?" Two-Bit asked, grinning crazily. She merely smile back, eye twitching a bit. But of course, Two-Bit didn't notice that, either.
"Hello, everyone . . ." the girl looked down at the floor again, a blush coming onto her face. "I'm looking for someone . . ."
"Well, get lost," Dally said gruffly, glancing at her. But when he did, their eyes met . . . and he was—
"Dal, you okay?" Steve waved a hand in front of his face.
Shaking his head, he nodded. "I'm fine." The girl waited, a small hint of impatience in her eyes. "You can stay," he said quietly and out-of-character-ishly.
"Thank you." She tried to make her voice sound timid and nearly irresistible, but it backfired. Instead she just sounded like a stuck-up little bitch.
Darry raised a brow. Who was this girl? Why wasn't Dally acting like himself? Why were Pony and Johnny were depressed all of the sudden? Why was Soda in love with 3 different girls at the same time? Why was he asking himself so many questions at once?
Tune in next time for another—
"Steve, shut that thing up."
"Alright."
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Author Notes: Most of my inspiration came from the first page of the "The Outsiders" section. xD; But uh, yeah. Most of this crap came from the top of my head. So I dunno if it turned out good or bad (I'm expecting the latter, but please don't throw stuff).
Again, no offense to anyone. And the girl? You'll see who she is later on.
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