OK another Funeral story, from another POV, this time its Steve's, I know I don't update things very often anymore but this i s 2 times in 48 hours, thats gotta be a new record lol. Anyway I was one of the first writers on here...so you gotta at least give me props for sticking with it since I think 2002? anyway R&R. Oh and just so everyone knows about the last chapter...That was written at a time when I didn't have a working computer, so I didn't have a spell check or anything to help me along with it, I am very sorry about all the errors. Hopefully this one is better.

Steve
I sighed softly to myself as Pony sat down and I took his place at the podium. Pony had made a good point, but he didn't cover all sides of it. There was a lot more to what happened, and it was important that everyone heard it all...make their own decisions about how they felt about what happened.. I took a deep breath looking around the room one last time before beginning, looking at who all had attended. A few kids from school, friends of Johnny, Guys he used to talk to at lunch. Some girls sitting crying softly, dressed as if they had just come in from work at a bar of some sort...friends of Dallas, girls he had slept with from time to time, or wanted to and they wouldn't have him. I took a deep breath and began

"I'm here to say a few words about my friends...Sure Pony spoke of a few good times, and touched on some valid points, but thats not the whole story. Not at all, and I think its only fair that everyone know. Yes, Johnny died a hero, he was a hero saving those little kids, but is that really what it took for him to be a hero? No. It didn't take him running into a burning building and saving lives to be a hero. Thats just what the media claims because they never knew the real Johnny Cade." I stopped and looked around, Everyone had grown silent, waiting to hear more. Waiting for me to continue.

"Johnny has always been a hero. The gang knew it, people who knew him well knew it. Society with their noses stuck high in the air just couldn't see it until a tragedy happened. Johnny was always there for us. He was always sticking up for his friends, or helping when we had a problem When Pony ran away, Johnny was right there with him, trying to talk him into going home the whole time. Keeping him safe. He has always been a hero, and its sad that it took a tragedy that ended up taking his life to show that to everyone else...as for Dallas..." I trailed off for a moment trying to compose myself, I felt tears running down my cheeks as memories of Johnny flashed through my head. I wiped my eyes hurriedly and continued.

"Dallas died a hero as well...in respect to the church incident...but aside from that, he was nothing but a hoodlum, and a coward. Dallas talked a big game, he was tough, he was fearless, he was Dallas Winston who was so proud of his police record. But underneath it all he was just a coward...Johnny died and he just couldn't handle it. So instead of talking to his friends, he took the easy way out, Leaving us once again dealing with the death of a good friend. 2 within a couple of hours of each other. He never stopped to think of what this was going to do to his friends, his family..." I stopped again, looking around, the gang was silent, staring in what I could only describe as shock. But I didn't care. Thats what Dallas was and thats what I planned on telling him as.

Dallas died a selfish coward, when things got rough, he did what was best for him, ending it all so he wouldn't have to deal. But in return leaving everyone else dealing with 2 deaths instead of one. Leaving everyone else with one less person to turn to when times get hard. But he wasn't the type of person to think rationally before he did something. If he was he would still be here...hell if he was Johnny might still be here, He would of talked them out of running away, everyone would still be alive and we'd have our friends back...I guess this really isn't fair to keep blaming Dally for all this...maybe I'm just as selfish as he is...but the difference between us is...at least I'm still here. I'm still here to carry on with my life. And as hard as that may be right now thats what I plan on doing." I nodded slightly grabbing the paper I had written this down on and returning to my seat beside Soda, who put a comforting hand on my shoulder. And under my breath where no one would hear, I whispered a soft goodbye to my friends, whom despite it all, I truly did love as my own family.

Well thats it...tell me what you think. I may do one for each of the guys but I don't know. I just kinda wanted to write this one, I guess it depends on how many reviews I can get for this one on if I continue with another or not lol, so leave som e love