"Johnny Cade was my best friend, he knew everything about me, and was okay with it. He knew my fears; he knew what made me happy. He knew that I loved to sing secretly, he knew that as many times as Steve Randal and I fought, I couldn't wait till the next time.
He knew how much I missed my parents, he knew everything about me. He even knew what the nightmares I said I couldn't remember were actually of. I could tell him anything and everything, and he would listen.
It was a mutual agreement, because he told me everything too. Starting with his fear of lakes, to his favorite childhood memory, we knew everything about each other. We both were pretty quite, him out of fear, me because I had nothing to say.
Johnny was one of my hero's; he went through life abused, physically and mentally. He was a great kid, who came from the wrong side of town. He was a puppy kicked one too many times, and lost in the crowd.
Johnny Cade died to save the lives of young children. He wrote me a letter saying, their lives are worth more then mine, and they have more to live for. Sometimes, I reread that passage and think about it hard.
I realized how fortunate Johnny had been to live till he was sixteen. Johnny may have seemed week, and fragile. Growing up as he had, made him strong and tough, mostly though it made him have a kind heart. Johnny, will always be my hero," I said.
I hated doing Eulogies, we had to do them in speech one time, and I almost cried. I read one about my parents, I know for a fact that the majority of the girls in my class cried. Except, then, It wasn't a full eulogy.
Johnny had known everything about me, stuff even my parents hadn't known when I was alive. I didn't cry at Johnny's funeral, Two-Bit slapped me. That's right, jokester Two-Bit Matthews hit me, and my brothers didn't even care.
I couldn't cry, because I remembered what Johnny had told me. I remembered what Dally had told me. I wonder which one I would live up to; I wish it could be both. Dally, was not even getting a funeral, he just wanted to be buried he had told us once.
When the funeral ended, I walked to the cemetery, my brothers didn't even care. Sometimes, they just don't get me. There was no one left at five thirty, but me. I knew I had a few hours before I would come back.
I walked over to the park, and to the fountain. I had a flashback of that night. I sat there and let the tears fall, something I had been holding back. I felt as if there were two hands on my shoulders.
I walked back to the cemetery around nine, only half an hour before the sun was to set. I got to Johnny's grave, where few flowers were located. It was just a mound of dirt, a casket buried beneath.
The sun began to set, colors filtered the sky. Red's, oranges, yellow's, green's, and blue's, purple's, mostly though gold, black, gray, and brown, colored the night sky. I knew, that Johnny was telling me he was okay.
I smiled slightly and nodded. I could almost hear his voice whisper, "Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold." I could also hear Dally say, "Stay tough kid, and nothing can touch you."
I knew then that I could do both, and I would be successful. I smiled, and stood, up, knowing I would not be going home tonight, I had something I needed to do. I walked for a while, before ending up, at a dark building.