Steve and Dally.

I used to think they were the same. I was wrong.

Steve is bitter. The perfect blend of unhappiness and indignation. He's sad because his dad defeats him with words. And angry because most of the time, he believes them. Miserable because he's hurting. And vexed because his dad never even has to lay a hand on him for it to happen. Unhappy because he can't grasp why he feels so unfortunate, when one his buddies has it worse at home than he does. But mostly, he's angry because he knows he shouldn't even be comparing the two.

Steve sits in the front row at the funeral of the only adults who have ever cared about him. The only ones who ever asked how he was doing in school, took interest in what new car he was working on, or were just there to smile at him. To let him know he wasn't an unwanted, ungrateful bastard. But he won't cry. No. He'll leave that to Soda and Pony. Yeah. That's it. He has to be strong for Soda.

Dally. Dallas is hateful. He hates living. He hates the unfairness of death being better than his reality. He hates that good parents die, while worthless ones run rampant. He hates that Mr. and Mrs. C are dead and his parents are still alive. But mostly, he hates that he cares.

He hates that he's the tough one, and that he's not there. He hates that he got himself arrested so that he'd have a reason for not showing. He hates that he feels 10 years old again waiting for his mom who would never show to post his bail. He hates that tears are streaming down his face and the only people who would care to comfort him are dead. He hates that he has to let it all out now.

He knows tomorrow he'll hate himself for being weak. He knows he won't let himself bawl again after this. Maybe when he gets out it'll be different this time. Maybe this time he'll behave and get to leave early. He'll do it for Mrs.C. He'll even take her advice and spend more time with the gang. Yeah, he can see it now. The first thing he'll do is see Johnny. Who knows, maybe they would catch a movie or something. He went to sleep thinking about it.