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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: Dedicated to for_666_funeral .  Just cuz bad boy Ville is so sexay. lol



Ch 3

Bam quickly walked into the gym, backpack slung low on his shoulder. The late bell began ringing, sending a shrill message to Bam that he needed to start hauling ass. Once inside the locker room, he spoke to the man whom he supposed was the head coach.

“Excuse me,” Bam cleared his throat, waiting for the man to turn his head upwards. He could here whistles being blown in the background, followed by the pounding of sneakers.

“Yes?” The man eyed him.

“I’m Brandon Margera, I’m new here.” The man stood from his desk, wearing a grey shirt with the highschool name and a mascot, and black sweat pants.

“This way,” his deep Finnish accented voice boomed in the small office. So far Bam had been lucky. Almost everyone he talked to could speak at least a little English. Now he just needed to survive gym class. The buff man grabbed a shirt and shorts from one of the shelves and handed them to Bam. “Change and go.” he pointed to the direction of the gym. Bam nodded and went into the locker room, his gym clothes in hand.

He found a bench, towards the middle of the locker room and set down his back pack, and gym clothes. He took off his jacket and set it next to his back pack. ‘Where the hell am I supposed to put this stuff?’ he wondered to himself. He looked at the row of lockers in front of him, noticing the one in the corner didn’t have a lock. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking it would be okay to put his stuff in there, at least for today. Later he could go buy a lock for it. He moved his stuff over, and sat in front of the lock-less locker. He opened it up, and threw his back pack in first. Then he folded his coat in a somewhat neat fashion and placed it on top of the back pack. Then he unbuttoned his black jeans, making sure no one was around, and quickly slipped out of them, grabbing his shorts and slipping them on as quick as possible. Of course, one of his shoes got caught on the edge of the shorts, causing him to bounce around a few times, trying to get his shoe loose. But to no avail, all he succeeded in doing was to lose his balance and topple to the side. His shorts around his ankles.

Bam huffed, pulling his shorts up while he lay on the floor, then stood, thankful no one was around to see his graceful display. Then he haphazardly folded his pants and threw them into the locker. Then came his shirt. His prized possession. It wasn’t fancy or anything. But it was his lucky shirt. He wore it to every skate competition he went to. It was a long sleeve light grey shirt, with an Element symbol on the front, and the word Element down the left arm. He contemplated just leaving it on. He didn’t want to leave it in an old dingy locker. But then he thought that he would get it all sweaty and have to go to the rest of his classes stinking like ass or something. So with a sigh of defeat, he finally took it off, folding it as neatly as possible and placing it on the top of everything, making sure the Element symbol was displayed properly. Then he grabbed the gym shirt and tugged it over his mop like curls, after he was dressed, he looked down at himself. The gym shorts were almost two sizes to large, and the shirt was probably one size to small. He groaned, pulling at the shirt to try to stretch it as much as possible. He finally closed the locker, and began walking towards the door to the gym, when he heard a noise, resembling soft, deep laughter, coming from where his locker was. He slowly turned around, and peered around the row of lockers, not seeing anyone. He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes, turning back to the door to the gym.

As he turned, he bumped into a hard body, sending him backward a few steps. “Fuck man,” he muttered then looked up, into the firefly eyes he had seen in art class. Bam swallowed hard, Ville was standing two feet in front of him. He wasn’t wearing his gym clothes, and he had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Bam was frozen in his spot. For someone who talked a lot of smack, he wasn’t quick to do anything he would regret. He looked at Ville’s face, seemingly to memorize all of his features. His long dark curly hair hung messily to his thin shoulders, he had flawless pale skin, razorblade cheekbones, a pointy yet rounded nose, cherry lips to die for, and lastly his firefly eyes. Bam’s mouth hung open. He was in awe.

Bam was finally able to regain his composure and cleared his throat. “Watch where you’re going, fucktard.” He muttered nervously, carefully going around Ville to the gym door. He didn’t turn around for fear of a fist flying into his face. He didn’t even turn around when he heard a slew of angry Finnish words coming from Ville’s direction. He kept on walking.

And the whole while, then only thought that crossed his mind was ‘Fuck, he has a sexy voice...’