Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or any other references to pop culture used in this story. I do not own the Backstreet Boys' song Everybody (Backstreet's Back) but I do use it and say that the Tulsa Troop sings it. I seriously recommend listening to the song while Steve's watching the video on TV.

A/N: I make fun of a lot of things in here, like the Jonas Brothers wearing purity rings. I think that it's great that they'd so such a thing, but the way one of the gang brings it up is kind of rude. This story takes place in 2010.

Chapter One: Some Canadian Competition

Sodapop Curtis could not believe what he was seeing. Some cruel person had created a group on Facebook called "Join if you think Justin Bieber is soooo much better than the Tulsa Troop." "465,762 members," he said aloud to himself.

"What're you lookin' at, Soda?" Steve asked from the black leather couch. Steve was watching MTV on the forty-eight inch Plasma flat screen. The Tulsa Troop's music video for their brand new song "Everybody (Tulsa's Back)" had just started. Steve was so enticed in the ahh-mazing video, as all the girls called it on Youtube comments, that he didn't even listen as Soda started telling him about Justin Bieber, the whiny little kid who hadn't even reached puberty yet at age fifteen.

Steve watched the screen intently as Dallas Winston walked out of a building, onto the street, and began singing. "Everybody! Rock your body. Everybody! Rock your body right! Tulsa's back, all right! Hey, hey, yeah."

The rest of the Tulsa Troop appeared from behind Dallas and then Two-Bit Mathews took the screen and started singing. "Oh my God, we're back again. Brothers, sisters, everybody sing. Gonna bring the flava; show ya how. Got a question for ya, better answer now."

As Soda took the screen, Steve felt a pang of envy. Soda was one of the lead singers, along with Dallas and Two-Bit, and he was also the chick magnet of the group. They plastered his flawless face on magazines and notebooks and even cereal boxes, which Steve seriously didn't understand. Steve, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Darry were the back-up singers that often break danced on the stage, so they were all often forgotten.

Soda's pitch-perfect voice flowed out of his lips, which were secretly covered with a layer of Lancome's Natural Beauty lipstick. "Am I original? Yeah! Am I the only one? Yeah! Am I sexual? Yeah! Am I everything you need; you better rock your body now!"

Steve laughed out loud when Soda asked if he was sexual. That was one of the reasons that the group should write their own songs: to avoid embarrassing themselves.

Soda shut the television off just as the chorus began and everyone started singing.

"Hey!" Steve whined.

"Steve, did you hear a word of what I said?"

Steve shook his head, just as Two-Bit burst out of the bunk bed section and into the small "living room" of the bus. "Guys, I've got a problem," he said.

"Well, what is it, Two-Bit?" Soda questioned.

Two-Bit glanced nervously at Steve and Soda before confessing. "I think I'm googoo for GaGa!"

Steve and Soda gasped in unison. "Hey, Two-Bit, maybe she wants to take a ride on your disco stick!" Steve couldn't hold in his laughs.

"Or maybe she wants to just dance with him, Steve," Soda chuckled.

"Y'know what I heard about her, Two-Bit?"

Two-Bit shrugged. "No what?"

"I heard she's your biggest fan and she'll follow you until you love her!" Soda fist pounded Steve for his diss and the two best friends cracked up together, totally oblivious to Two-Bit leaving.

"Epic fail," Two-Bit muttered, "Epic fail."

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The Tulsa Troop dodged all the paparazzi as they entered Applebee's. "Where are we again?" Dallas asked Darry, referring to the city. Dallas liked pretending to forget where they were on tour; he thought of it as an ego boost.

"I think Boise, Idaho."

Dallas, however, knew perfectly well that they were in Idaho. He was just waiting for the perfect time to scream, "NO! YOU DA HOE!" to Darry. The entire restaurant turned to look at the hysterical seventeen-year-old Dallas, and when they recognized him as one of the lead singers for the Tulsa Troop, they all laughed.

"H-hi! I-I'm S-Sophie! I'll be y-your waitress t-tonight! Um, j-just follow m-me, okay?" The poor little star struck Sophie led the group of seven to their booth and nervously handed them their menus with her shaking hands.

"T-thank you!" Dallas imitated the waitress. Ponyboy kicked him hard in his shin underneath the table as Sophie blushed a deep crimson color and scurried off to the women's restroom, where she'd cry.

Soda ignored the incident and sighed. "I was on Facebook today and somebody made a group called 'Join if you think Justin Bieber is sooo much better than the Tulsa Troop.' It had 465,762 members! Guys, I think we need a new approach to our fans!" he exclaimed, his voice saturated with worry.

Dallas rolled his blue eyes. "You remembered the number of people in the group? Soda, man, what do you do all day on the bus?" Although Dally had an idea. "Y'know that kid, Justine-"

"Justin," Soda automatically corrected him with his head in his hands.

Dally shot Soda a look. "Yeah, Justin, whatever. Usher's givin' him a free ride. This kid's only famous 'cause of him. That kid's from Canada, man. We're from the streets of Tulsa. All we need is a little popularity boost," Dallas assured.

"Maybe we should collaborate with a rapper!" Ponyboy suggested.

Dally glared at him. "Yeah, I was getting to that, man."

"How about Lil Wayne?" Johnny suggested. Lil Wayne was secretly his idol, next to Dallas, of course.

"Nah, Weezy's in jail, man. Texted me last week," Dally replied, checking his Blackberry. Johnny sighed in defeat.

"Maybe we could wear purity rings like the Jonas Brothers!" Soda happily suggested, his disappointed mood fading away.

Dallas snickered and then laughed out loud. "Man, you guys can, but uh, that boat has already sailed for me, if you know what I'm sayin'!" Soda sighed while the rest of the guys cracked up. His band was losing popularity to some Canadian teenager.

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