A/N: Another oneshot: Woody Fink.
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No one seems to understand why Woody Fink is the way he is. Maybe it was something that happened during his childhood or perhaps he's just plain different. But what is different? Who defines it? And who distinguishes it between people?
Being different to Woody is to be you. And to not care of what people think. Perhaps that's why he keeps corn chips in his hair and eats onions while going through the Bermuda Triangle.
No one completely gets it... Including me.
He has friends, who are all different in their own way, but sometimes they even wonder. Woody can tell by the expressions on their faces when he says or does something. Normally, he brushes it off because they do too. But do his friends ever think about what happens after they give him weird looks and walk away? Would Cody ever walk into his cabin to find Woody crying? He most likely wouldn't.
One person who really likes Woody no matter what might be Addison. She too has her own flaws. The way she gets too hyper after eating chocolate or her massive fear of ping-pong balls make her different. But they're differences make them unique. After all, opposites do attract.
To get to the point:
Woody Fink is different from you and me.
But being different isn't so bad.
Is it?
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A/N: There you go. I don't know if I like this one as much. It was difficult to write. So, criticism is welcomed. Please review!
Thanks!
XxLadyStrengthxX