Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. There. Okay.

Rating: PG-13 (for language)

Author Notes: Wow. I honestly thought I'd never update this story again. But since you people actually reviewed it, I guess I will continue. Thank you to those who have been reviewing and telling me to update! And thanks for the suggestions and constructive criticism. It helped a lot.

This part kind of revolves around Steve and Dally, because they're the sanest people. XD

Traveling Through Time

Mall Troubles Part 2

The elevator made a squeaky noise, and then suddenly, they began plummeting towards the ground!

Steve shut his eyes and braced himself, ready for the crash. Instead, they didn't collide with the ground, but stopped about a foot from it. Still, it wasn't low enough for them to actually get out. "Damn," he muttered, ramming his head against the elevator glass.

"OH MY GOD!" someone outside screamed, "Tom Cruise, Rob Lowe, and Emilio Estevez are stuck in that elevator!" It was apparently a girl's voice.

Two-Bit blinked in confusion and looked at the fat guy. "You're Emilio Estevez?" he cocked a brow.

"No, you are."

"I am?" Two-Bit looked at Soda and Steve, bewildered. "Since when did my name change?"

Steve rammed his head against the glass once again. "Your name didn't change!"

"Then who're they talking about?"

"Like, you, silly!" one of the preppy girls went up to Two-Bit. "You're a movie star—or did you forget?"

"I'd like to forget everything that's happened to me," a girl wearing black sighed, causing Steve to hit himself on the head again.

"Like, Mr. Cruise, you shouldn't do that, like, it'll like, hurt you."

"Mr. Cruise . . .?" Steve raised an eyebrow, and Soda shrugged.

"Then I must be Rob Lowe!" Soda declared, and the other people nodded.

"Like, you didn't know that you're like . . . you?"

"I don't know anymore," Soda scratched the back of his head.

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There was a pretty large group of people swarming around the elevator for some reason. "I wish I was in there!" one girl squealed. Johnny and Ponyboy exchanged confused glances.

"Why the hell would they wanna be stuck in a stupid elevator?" Dally asked, loud enough for that girl to hear.

"Well, you wouldn't care 'cause you're a guy, but can't you see? Tom Cruise is in there!"

"Who?" Dally glanced up at the elevator. 'All I see is Two-Bit, Steve, and Soda . . . These people must think they're some famous or rich guys.' He rolled his eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really!"

Dally dragged Ponyboy and Johnny away from the crowd. "They think that Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda are rich or somethin'. Better get them down before Two-Bit starts some stupid rumor."

"Right. But how?" Ponyboy asked, thinking about it.

"Guys . . ."

"What, Johnny?"

"Did you notice that there are a lot of girls running towards us . . .?"

A mob started forming as they ran towards the three greasers, thinking they were movie stars. "CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!" some were yelling.

"Ruun!"

"Why are they chasing us?" Ponyboy panted.

"I have no fucking idea," Dally replied, glancing at them over his shoulder. "Damn, they can really keep up, can't they?"

"WE LOVE YOU, MATT!"

"Who the hell is Matt?" Dally mumbled, running out of breath.

"Man, they must all be on track, huh?" Johnny asked Ponyboy, who nodded. "Where do we go?"

"Over here!" a voice commanded, and a hand snatched them into a dark corner, letting the roaring mob of fans run right by them.

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Author Notes:I updated this on the 18th of February, Matt Dillon's birthday. So, happy birthday! I decided to put the "We love youMatt:"thing in the fic, dedicated to him. XD

Well, hope you liked this chapter. Yeah. Anyway, um . . . stay tuned for the next one? XD