He Wasn't
IMS
Summary: There were so many things that he wasn't but all of those things made him who he was.
IMS
He wasn't one of the popular kids instead he was the loner standing off to the side with his best friend since kindergarten making stupid jokes that caused brown eyes to light up with mirth. He certainly wasn't one of the athletic kids who excelled in their chosen sport but not for a lack of trying since he knew that it was better to try and fail than to live with the regret of never having taken the chance. He definitely wasn't one of the PAC kids who took delight in seeing the beauty around them whether it was through music, art or acting, no—no he was the one with the look of confusion on his face as he pointed out that the ordinary was just as beautiful as the extraordinary.
He didn't care about the things that set him apart because he concentrated on the things that made him a part of a whole. He refused to count the failures because hidden within the failures was the victory of having tried. He knew that there was beauty in the world but found he couldn't see it through the brilliance of the whole. There weren't any groups to worry about or any trends that he needed to follow to become a part of them because he already had what he'd been waiting for.
He had friends that didn't care if he said the stupidest thing at the worst time; not when he also knew what to say when no one else did. He had a group that disregarded his lack of physical fitness because he'd proven himself when it mattered most. He had a family that laughed at his inability to carry a tune and grinned as he practiced his painting skills on the unwary and sat down with him to admire the world around them.
So he wasn't popular. He sure as hell wasn't athletic. And most definitely couldn't draw a stick picture or play an instrument to save his life but—
—he had friends that would walk through hell with him. He had friends that would give him the encouragement he needed to run. And he had family that would stand by and hold his hand as he tried to paint the world with the colors that only he could see.