Dallas Winston-" If I Only Had A Heart, a Brain, and Courage"
Dallas Winston took a running leap over the puddle and leaned against the wooden fence. Man, he was bored and tired, and frankly, didn't really care where he went or what happened to him at the moment. And this carelessness was just a bit beyond how he normally was. His attitute wasn't his fault, it was just a matter of circumstances. But then he sounded more like a freak doctor who just wants everything to be okay and all the problems in the world to be gone just like that.
But that's not how Dally was at all. Anyone who thought that Dally wanted to just live somewhere peaceful and perfect was dead wrong. Dally loved adventure and danger, he liked to think of himself as some twisted hero, and he often guessed that his friends thought thats what he was. He liked to imagine that he was the leader of his little group of greasers. But no, smart and level-headed always won over tough and brave, and that was how life was. Darry Curtis was the leader, and he was smart and level-headed, the Socs were the towns babies because they were percieved as smart and level-headed compared to the hoods and greasers like himself.
It was all a lie, Dally's life was a whole lie too. The only time he had ever felt like who he made himself out to be was when Mrs. Curtis had been alive and around to talk to him,to make him feel good and proud of himself. But now that she was gone, his defenses and fake self were up for good. He couldn't think of even brining them down, not at all. Well, maybe for Johnny. He loved that kid, he was the only thing left in Dally's life that kept him as sane as possible, in the little town of Tulsa and even, he supposed, Johnny was what kept him alive.
To Dallas, it had lately become "just one more day, one more day to see if Johnny will smile, one more day to hear Johnny-cake say something, one more day." If Johnny died or something...no, he didn't want to think about that at all. It would kill him, he'd probably lose his mind and do something stupid.
Dally snapped out of his dark reverie and looked around. He couldn't break and let someone catch him daydreaming, or his whole facade would be ruined. Unless, of course, he beat up whoever caught him daydreaming so good that the guy was too scared to tell anyone. Dally hopped over the next puddle, wishing he had the courage to stop his fake self from existing in his nightmare of a world.