Dyllan Dandy

For Benji--Dyllan came first but he is gonna learn a lot from you--mostly how to treat a girl right

What the heck.
The amount of stupid things Dyllan does in a day astounds me. He just--how? How can one person live life so carefree. Its not very fair. Not that I am jealous... but he is definitely happier than I am. Deep down I like being with him and I am glad he is part of our secret little band of dreamers, but he is just, insane. But, I suppose I am insane as well. We are just insane differently. He is insanely happy and content even though he gets treated like trash a lot, where as I am insane because I have seen the flashes of destruction across the bedroom wall of my life and yet, I live. He sorta reminds me of who I would be if my life had gone differently. If I was able to feel anything but this constant burning in my chest, this constant shortness of breath.
Seeing him on that stage tonight, it made me feel something I don't understand--But--all I know how to explain is that I laughed tonight. I really laughed, not the forced thing I have been doing so that others feel comfortable with me and think I am normal like them, but a real laugh that I meant. He did so well and the fact that the director is ignoring his talent for humor and theatrics makes me angry. But his two lines, he did so faithfully. He was content with what he had and did his best with what he was handed.
And then afterwards at Charlie's, we had such a wonderful time. I am really starting to enjoy being with these crazy people I call my friends. We all got food and got a table (for Morgan because she can't sit in a booth anymore with her wheel chair) and he kept stealing my french fries. Dyllan I mean. I don't know why he had to steal mine because everyone else had some and so I suffered a good loss of food.
And whats the deal?! He is treated like trash by everyone at school but he still is just so kind to everyone. I. don't. get. it. Like Morgan for instance--she couldn't get over the curb and so I was trying to lift her over by myself (because I usually help her around) and he came in and grabbed the other side so that Morgan could get over. And how someone can wield humor as a weapon even though that weapon is used to harm them every day. Well, now that I think about it, that makes sense--but still. You get my point.
But he is also very strange... like I said--he's insane. He has been bringing up that dance at school. I'm not going, though the others keep pressuring me to go with them as a group and so we can all have a horrible time together, but I just don't want to. Yet, he insists on asking me and pressuring me into it--not in a mean way--in an annoying way. He even offered me a dance lesson saying he learned a lot from his theater classes that could help me feel better about going if that was my issue--I declined obviously because I don't dance, but then he taught Morgan which brightened her day. She talked and smiled about it a lot after. It really was a fine moment.
Anyways. here is my account of Dyllan Dandy because, honestly, I had forgotten to put my thoughts to paper about him till this point. He is interesting, to say the least. But, still a mystery to me--much like all people I know. But, just as I feel I somehow understand Ben, I feel I understand him. A soul just as insane as I am... tho we shall see. We shall see.
--Briar Blake