Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or But, I do own myself . . . right? x x;
Rating: PG-13
Story Summary: "So this is a computer . . ." What happens when The Outsiders learn what "the net" is and worm their way into seeing what all their fans say . . . They also discover what "fan fiction" is . . .
Author Notes: I'm just using this as a remedy for my Writer's Block. Hope it works. I'm only writing this to help me get back on track, and to vent. Anyway, I'm in it. X3 . . . because they're using my computer. O o;
What's In a Fan Fic
"So this is a computer . . ." I watched Two-Bit poke the slender screen, which slanted backwards. "Oops! Sorry!"
"Two-Bit, it's supposed to be able to bend back like that."
"Really?" he poked it again.
"Not that far!" I blurted out, throwing my hands up into the air.
"Oops! Sorry!"
"Don't break it! It's not even mine!"
"Then why do you have it?"
"'Cause it's my dad's."
"Oh."
It had been maybe a week or two since the overall shock of seeing people who were supposed to be back in the '60s to die down. They still didn't know how they got there here the first place, but they noticed that a lot of things were different.
"What the fuck is a Playstation?"
"That's just it—a play . . . station."
"Sounds weird."
But, there were still things that didn't change.
"Cool! There's a McDonald's here!"
And bringing the guys in public's been a real hassle. They probably didn't get it that people don't really wear leather jackets nowadays, 'specially in California. And, it was a pretty warm day today, so I don't know what the deal was. It's like they had to wear it.
Plus, there're a lot of girls who talk to them . . . and of course, they butt me out of everything.
"Doesn't that guy look like Tom Cruise? He's so cute!" Yadda, yadda, yadda. Whatever. People—girls, rather, go on about stuff like that. But still, it's pretty cool tagging along with them . . . sometimes.
"Shit. They keep all of the Kools in a glass case now?"
"Yup."
"So . . . we have to pay for it?" Two-Bit gave me a stupid look. I nodded, and was so fed up with this "not being able to steal anything" business that I was too lazy to roll my eyes. Luckily, Dally wasn't.
"Well, no shit, genius!"
A lot of things were like that. I didn't know how Johnny or Ponyboy got through all of that stuff. Oh, yeah. The "I'm in a book" thing didn't wear out so easily, either.
"Wait . . . I died?" Johnny's eyes widened as I read it to him.
"Well . . ." I scratched the back of my head. "You're alive right now, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess . . ."
"And you 'died' gallantly in the book, so that's good . . . right?"
"Yeah. I guess it's pretty tuff."
It was actually pretty fun talking to Johnny and Ponyboy, because they listened. Not many people I know listen to me.
-Flashback-
"You know that guy, Mr. (Sorry, don't want to say his name)? He was telling me all the things I got wrong on my project and everything! It was so annoying! Man, he pissed me off!"
"Really? I got judged by him, too!"
-Silence-
" . . . I got judged by him, too!"
-Still silence-
I sighed. "Did you get judged by Mr. (Someone)?"
"Oh, yeah, I did!"
Yeah, that's what it usually was like. And when people actually reply, sometimes, they're looking in the opposite direction of me.
"Can I look at your binder?"
:Looking in the other direction: -Mumble-
"Excuse me?"
-Mumble-
"Can I look at your binder?"
-Mumble"Yeah"Mumble-
"Um, okay, thanks . . ."
But, I get beat around by the other guys sometimes.
"Jump for it, squirt!"
"That's not funny, Dally!"
But other than that, it's okay. Though, they found out what the "internet" was. And that brings us back to the computer.
"Okay, this is the internet!" I moved the arrow over to the internet button and clicked on it. It went straight to my Yahoo! homepage.
"That's the internet? Don't see what's so great about it."
"This is just a page of the internet, Two-Bit," I explained.
"Oh," he replied, though I knew he wasn't convinced.
So, I typed in, into the browser at the top. "There. This is It's a place where all the fan people write stuff about their favorite stuff, like books for example." I clicked on "Books", and then eventually ended up at "The Outsiders" section.
"Ooh . . ." Oh, so now he was interested. "Hey, there's a fiction thingy about me in here!"
"There sure is," I said, but then typed in, I thought it was better if they didn't find out about "So, there. You can type in whatever you want to look for, and . . ." I looked at Two-Bit seriously, "Don't mess it up."
"Okay!" and with that, he was typing away . . .
But I should've never shown him the archives.
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Author Notes: Okay, so there you go. It describes kind of what's going on with me, too. And yes, people really do ignore me like that. O o; Anyway, please review and tell me what you think!
But keep in mind—I'm only writing this to get some new ideas.