I finally finished the theme that was assigned a week ago. It took forever, but it was super tuff when I finally finished. While writing I kept asking myself one question, Did all these events happen for a particular reason? I carefully set the theme in my backpack so that Soda wouldn't tear it apart or read it. That would be EXTREMELY embarrassing. Suddenly, the door burst open.

Thinking it was Darry I shouted, "Darry, I finished my theme!"

I waited for a reply, but there was none. I strolled into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks. There, lying on our couch was someone, but I could only see the back of their head. He looked kind of like Darry but I wasn't quite sure. But as I looked closer I saw that this mysterious guy was eating my chocolate cake and watching cartoons.

"WHY ARE YOU EATING MY CAKE!" I shouted.

Without realizing what I was doing, I ran up to him, grabbed the cake, and shoved him off of the couch and slapped him in the face.

"THAT WAS MY BREAKFAST YOU MORON!"

This whole time I had not noticed that Sodapop and Darry were right behind me looking extremely annoyed and confused.

"What's with all this raucous? I just got home from work and I hear you shouting. What's wrong?" Darry asked sternly.

"Wait…I thought you were there, but now you're…WHO ARE YOU?" I yelled.

"I'm your brother, Darry you dummy. Who did you think I was? Paul Newman?" Darry said, confused.

How did Darry know I've been thinking of Paul Newman a lot lately? Maybe he's been reading my theme behind my back...that son of a biscuit. Oh, who cares anyway…I need to figure out who I threw off the couch.

"Wait...then who did I shove off the couch?"

"I don't know, but the dude looks unconscious. At least that's all I can tell with his face on the ground." Sodapop said while giggling. I have a feeling he was laughing at me because I was the one who shoved the guy off in the first place just because he had my cake.

As Darry walked over to the "now unconscious guy, thanks to me"

"AHHHHHHHH!" We all screaming like little girls, jumping back. Actually, it was only me who shouted like a little girl who just saw their kitty get run over, but who cares. Darry was looking at me like I was some freak of nature because my shout apparently ended up being a screech.

"It's Dally!" Soda said, obviously stating what we knew once we turned him over. Well at least he cleared the air by saying it.

Suddenly, Dally sat up,"Watcha hit me for Pony?" he asked in a drunk and confused tone. He was rubbing his cheek where I slapped him in my fury for the cake.

"I thought you were…someone and I really wanted my cake!" I said. Dally gave me a weird look, kind of like the look Darry gave me when I screeched.

"We thought you were dead, Dally! We saw you get shot by the fuzz on the night of the big rumble! How are you here?" said Soda.

"Oh, that was my twin brother, Dallum."

"I didn't know you had a brother" Darry commented before I could say anything.

"Ok, well obviously you guys are confused, so I guess I can explain the whole thing to you…"

"On that night, after I robbed the store, I ran to the park and saw my stupid goody twin brother and I thought, Hey, maybe I can give him my gun and pretend that he is me so he will get arrested! So I ran up to him and handed him my gun. I then dove into a bush and hid. The fuzz ran out and they thought that he was about to shoot them, so they shot him. He was really just holding the gun up to the moonlight so he could see it better. For some reason he thinks everything looks better in the moonlight. He wasn't really the sharpest knife in the drawer." Dally explained. He then broke into a fit of evil laughter.

I always knew Dally was a wack job, I thought to myself.

"I always hated that punk. I never really thought he was my brother because he was just freaky and never really fought or stole like me. The only thing we had in common is our incredibly irresistible good looks." Dally said, pulling out a mirror and admiring himself.

"Well, I gotta go meet up with some people. HOPEFULLY, I won't get knocked out at their houses." Dally said, glaring at me.

We all stared at each other while sending telepathic messages to one another (well kinda). Actually, we all just starred at each other and you could tell that we all thought Dally's plan was just stupid.

"Hey, before you go, I think, maybe, you should leave town," Soda said slowly, "everyone thinks you're dead now, so if you get hauled in the station again, which you will, the fuzz will probably bust you big time." Dally nodded slowly, acknowledging the fact that what Soda said right there was probably really smart. But that's when he turned around and grabbed my luscious chocolate cake out of my hands, and left for who knows where. I was extremely mad that Dally caught me off guard like that, so I ran out the door to go look for him, but he had already faded into the night. So, that was the last time we will probably ever see Dallas Winston… and my cake again, for a while at least. Hopefully, Dally will listen to us for a change. Or he'll just go over to Buck's and buy a couple of beers and get drunk.