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[hardrock69]

Title: Firefly Eyes (Sorry if it's similar to other stories, I lack creativity)
Pairing: Mige and Dunn....ha just kidding Vam of course ;)
Rating: PG-Nc17
Summary: Bam is seventeen year old in highschool. After a very promising job offer, Bam's dad decides to take the whole family to Finland. Like any teenager, Bam hates it. But when he meets a certain boy, he soon forgets exactly why he didn't want to be in Finland.
A/N: okay, so this chapter is a little boring...but i have to get it out of the way. I promise better chapters will follow!

A/N2: I don't remember what skateboarding company's were around in 1996, so just pretend with me k? k.



Ch 1

“I’m not having this conversation with you Bam. You are going to this new school and that’s all there is to it.” Ape scolded her seventeen year old son.

“But,” he started, looking back and forth from the scene outside his window to his mom. “Can’t I wait til next year. It’s already the middle of the school year, and I don’t want to start now,” he whined.

“Go.” She pointed past him. He scowled and finally opened his door, grabbing his backpack from his feet and stepping out of the car, the freezing foreign air slapping his face in mockery. “It’s going to be okay Bam, I promise.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

“Forget it Ape,” Bam spat back. He slammed the door shut and swung his black backpack over his shoulder.

“I’ll pick you up here at four,” She screamed after him. All she received in response was a dismissing hand while he walked away. “Have a good day,” she sighed as she watched him disappear into the crowd, and finally pulled away from the school.

Bam walked, his head hung low and his eyes watching his feet, toward the foreign school with the foreign kids in this foreign country. His dad, Phil, had been offered a job in Finland of all places and he immediately took it. With his family in tow. Jess was lucky though. He only had a few more months before he was off to college. More than likely college in the United States. Some where they spoke English. As Bam walked up the steps of the solemn looking highschool, he could hear the snickers and whispers that were probably about him. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to shrug off the ominous stares that were heating his back. If he had been back home, he could easily beat the shit out of anyone who pissed him off.

But he wasn’t back home. He was nowhere near home.

Bam quickly walked through the large halls of the school, the hum of the foreign language stinging his ears and hurting his head. Before the family had moved, they were all required to learn the language. Now normally it would have taken almost a year. They only had four months to learn it. And being Bam, he usually opted to blow something up, or break something, instead of learning the language.

Now he was really regretting it.

Bam wove through the halls, dodging various people in the process. But with all the students jam packed, scurrying to get to their first class, he was bound to bump into at least two or three. One guy, a large, scruffy looking guy with dark eyes slammed into his shoulder so hard, it spun him around, his back pack falling off his shoulder. Bam gritted his teeth as he watched gigantor keep walking like the bump hadn’t even phased him. He finally lifted his back pack to his shoulder again, and turned around, walking in the general direction of the principals office.

He walked into an office, not really knowing if it was where he was supposed to be. He found a short, round woman, with grey hair and reading glasses, behind a counter, typing vigorously into a computer. Bam decided to take his chances and approached the counter.

“Hi, My name’s Ba-Brandon Margera. I’m knew here.” The round woman looked over her reading glasses and smiled at Bam.

“Hello. I am Mrs. Kanala.” her strong Finnish accent made her a little hard to understand. “Mr. Tuonela is waiting,” she pointed a pudgy finger at the door behind me.

“Thanks,” he gave her a small smile and turned, walking timidly towards the door. He cringed. The only times (which were a pretty god damn good amount) he went to the principals office was when he, Jess, and Dunn would wreck havoc on school property. But now it was different. He was the new kid at school. Bam’s stomach churned as he lifted his hand to the closed door to knock. He swallowed hard and softly knocked on the door.

“Tule sisaan” Bam heard a loud booming voice. He nervously turned the door knob and stuck his head in.

“Mr. Tuonela?” Bam croaked out. A thin man sat at the desk, shifting through papers. He had dark hair, pale skin and grey eyes. Mr. Tuonela’s stern face looked up to Bam and he put down his work.

“Come in.” Mr. Tuonela had a thick accent, but not as thick as Mrs. Kanala’s. Bam slowly walked in. “Close the door.” Mr. Tuonela instructed sternly. Bam gulped, and slowly closed the door. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood awkwardly in front of the principal. “You are Brandon Cole Margera, yes?” He asked, lifting up a folder from under a stack of papers.

“Yes.” Bam answered.

“Well Mr. Margera, I am Mr. Tuonela. Please, sit down.” Mr. Tuonela pointed to the dark leather chairs that were in front of his desk. Bam slowly sat down, cringing at the squeak of the leather as he rested his full weight on the chairs. “I looked over your record, from your previous school, and I must say...it is very...colorful.” Mr. Tuonela raised an eyebrow in Bam’s direction.

“Yeah...well it wasn’t all my fault.” Bam went on the defensive. He had just started and already the principle was lecturing him.

“Well, Mr. Margera, I have a very strict policy on misconduct. I would hate for you to tarnish this new start. Let us say that we will start you with a clean record.” Mr. Tuonela grabbed the paper on Bam that was in his folder and turned it to it’s side. Grabbing the edges, he tore the paper in half. Bam raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “Now Mr. Margera, here is your schedule,” the principal handed Bam a paper with his course listings and room numbers. “I will show you to your first class.” Mr. Tuonela placed the torn pages in the folder and closed it. He stood up and walked around the large dark oak desk. “Let’s go.” Bam stood up and followed his principal out the door. He waited in the hall as the principal told his secretary, Mrs Kanala, that he would be back. Soon Mr. Tuonela was out in the hallway, guiding Bam to his new class.

They walked in silence as Bam stared incredulously through the windows of the different classrooms. “It is not that different.” Mr. Tuonela offered.

“What?” Bam asked, turning his attention to the principal.

“This school and the American schools are not very different. Yes the language, but other than that, it is the same.” Mr. Tuonela offered Bam a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, well the language is the hard part for me.” Bam muttered.

“Well, I will see about assigning a tutor.” Bam nodded his head in agreement. “Here we are. Art is your first class.” Mr. Tuonela knocked on the door and slowly opened it, interrupting the class. Bam gritted his teeth and swallowed hard. He hated being a new student. He remembered all the horrible stuff he and his friends would pull on the new students at his old high school. Like the usual unscrewed pen, spewing ink all over their hands, or glue on the seat. Bam chuckled at the last memory. But his smile faded quickly. He hoped no one would do anything to him.

Bam walked in after the principal, trying his hardest to hide behind the tall man. He waited in agony as the principal announced him as Brandon Cole Margera. Bam could make out a few words he was saying, like ‘new’ and ‘be friendly’ and ‘welcome’. Then Mr. Tuonela turned to him and the teacher. He nodded and quickly walked out of the classroom, leaving Bam to his fate.

“You can sit,” The teacher, who was very pretty, spoke in broken English, pointing to the back. She had long, straight light brown hair, fair skin and a thin frame. She wore glasses over bright blue eyes and had on little make-up. Bam’s eyes followed her long finger and noticed an empty chair at a table (made for two) at the right in the back, second from the corner. Bam nodded and quickly made his way to the back, going around the left side between the wall and tables. He gulped, feeling his cheeks grow a little hot as he noticed every single student had their eyes trained on him. He finally rounded the corner and made his way to the table near the end. Half way there, someone stuck their foot out, making him trip, and go flying to the floor, hitting it with a hard ‘thump’. The students broke out into a fit of laughter. Bam gritted his teeth, and breathed out heavily. The teacher yelled in Finnish and the students quickly stopped their laughing. Bam slowly got up, dusting off his pants, and made his way to the empty chair.

He quickly sat down, his cheeks burning, and put his backpack on the table in front of him. After the teacher saw he was situated, she resumed her lecturing. Bam took off his black coat, once everyone had turned their attention back to the front, and raised the arm on his long sleeve shirt. His elbow was scrapped. He rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Don’t let them bother you.” Bam turned to the girl sitting next to him. “Especially that guy that tripped you. His name is Ville.” She explained, “He’s nineteen. He had to be held back because he would skip a lot of classes during his third year. So he’s barely a senior. And he’s a grade A major ass-hole.” she pointed to the guy. Bam followed her finger and saw a boy. With long dark, curly hair, pale white skin, and cherry lips. Bam could have mistaken him for a woman, if it wasn’t for the small amount of stubble surrounding his mouth. Then he turned back to the girl, staring in confusion.

“You speak English?” It was more a statement than a question. “And you don’t have an accent,” He watched her smile and nod.

“Yeah, I’m American.” her smile grew wider. She was a short girl. And a little chubby. She had blonde hair that was pulled back into a bun, and she had dark brown eyes. She wore blue jeans and a navy Independent shirt.

“That’s a relief. I was worried I would be the only alien here.” Bam chuckled softly.

“Don’t worry. We can hang out so you’re not alone. I’m not a bitch like most Finnish girls here.” she snickered.

“Cool. I’m Bam,” he stuck out his hand in her direction. “It’s a nickname,” he added when she gave him a weird look.

“Nice nick, I’m Sarah.” she shook Bam’s hand. Bam smiled. At least he had a friend here. Things were turning out a lot better than he expected. “I can help you, with catching up.” She smiled at him.

“Awesome.” Bam replied, nodding his head. The teacher cleared her throat, with a raised eyebrow in Bam and Sarah’s direction. They stopped their talking and payed attention as she continued with her lecturing.

Bam could hear snickering coming from his right side. He slightly turned his head and saw Ville, the boy that had tripped him earlier, staring at him, laughing and whispering things to the guy sitting next to him. Bam would have said something, but he didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, much less what he would say. So he just turned his attention back to the front. Then Ville cleared his throat, getting Bam’s attention again.

But this time Bam didn’t cringe when he looked at Ville. His heart actually skipped a beat when his eyes met Ville’s darkly eyeliner lined eyes. They were a brilliant green, enhanced by the black kohl that surrounded them. His eyes were beautiful. They were bright. They were firefly eyes.

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