Ok the funeral part of the story came from Kate, so I credit that part to her, thos other part I was trying to figure out how I wanted to do it and thanks to kate the funeral was the perfect idea, thank you And this story I think shall be told from Ponys point of view, so this is different for me lol. Please review!

Pony
I stepped up to the podium between dallas and Johnny and cleared my throat. It was the funeral and I was asked to give a speech about my friends, it was hard coming up with something to say that wouldn't sound dumb or make me cry in the middle of it but I think I did ok…at least I hope I did.

"This past week has been really hard…for me, my brothers, my friends. W've lost 2 great friends, both within a matter of hours. One died a hero, the other a hoodlum. But what exactly lables them as this? Johnny ran into a burning building to save some kids, and he's labled a hero, but Dallas was there too, he helped us and yet he's still known as nothing but a hoodlum." I looked around to see peoples reactions, reading their faces trying to get the strength to continue. Darry and Soda looked on with supportive faces, letting me know I would be ok, I smiled a little looking back down at my speech.

"the time Johnny and I spent in Windrexville I did a lot of thinking…about how our lives were, about how they could be, about how we have it so mush harder most of the time. Its not fair. Just because we arent as well off as the Soc's we've been labled as hoods, and deliquents. But this isnt true at all. Johnny was a quiet kid, who never wanted to cause any trouble for anyone. Me I got good grades in school, and a loving family whos made it through a lot of hard times. And even Dallas had people who care about him and who know that deep down he really was a good guy." I sighed wiping a tear away, this was harder than I thought it would be

"people say your life flashes before your eyes before you die…but what part? For Johnny was it when he used to get beat by his parents…or getting jumped by Soc's? or was it all the times him and I hung out in the Lot and just talked about anything and everything. Or movies with our friends? And Dallas, did he see good times back in New York? Or times he's been arrested for pretty much anything he's ever done? Or some girl he hooked up with for one night? I wish I knew, I wish I knew if my friends died with images of happier times or if they were forced to die with the pain we've been living with for so long. I guess we'll never know. I do know that 2 of my friends are gone, and that they will be missed, if not by socity but at least by their friends. And to us they didn't die heros, hoodlums, or any other lable you want to lay on them….they were friends…family…and in some sense…brothers." I grabbed my paper and walked back down where I was greeted by Soda and Darry in a hug

"You did great little buddy…Johnny and Dally would have been proud of that." Darry whispered rubbing my back. I hugged him hearing a few people crying, others comforting friends. But in the end we were all just celebrateing the memory of 2 people we cared about. And that's how it should be.

Ok I meant for this to be better, I'm not as proud of it as I thought I would be. But hopefully at least one person will like it, if not that's ok, I know I could of done better. And I'm sorry about the pauses for Pony to preform an action but I didn't want to post one long paragraph, and I wasn't exactly sure where to make breaks. So please review.