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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 lots_of_roxz  cuz she's gonna give me a puppy. haha



Gym class seemed to be a breeze for Bam. They were separated into groups of about five. Each group had their specific obstacle to do in the gym and every ten minutes they would switch.

Bam was just glad that Ville wasn’t actually in the class.

After Gym was over, everyone went into the locker rooms. The girls into theirs on the other side of the gym, and the boys into theirs. Bam quickly walked to his lock-less locker, not looking at any of the boys who were changing. He had always felt a little uncomfortable in the locker room.

He finally made it to his row and dodged the various body’s who were changing, as he went to his locker. But halfway there he stopped dead in his tracks. His locker was open. Bam gritted hid teeth and rushed to the opened locker. “Pants, coat, backpack...shirt where’s my shirt?” Bam whispered to himself as he took the items out of the locker and placed them on the floor. Bam’s heart began to race as the locker was slowly emptied. Nothing. His favorite shirt was missing.

Bam hung his head, and closed his eyes. He could feel the sting of tears and he bit his bottom lip. Then he heard smirking from some of guys to his left. He turned to them, glaring them down as best he could with watering eyes. But he gave up. He slammed the locker door closed, but it bounced back open, and he sat on the bench, his clothes and backpack on the floor at his feet. “Fuck,” he yelled out, grabbing the attention of some of the changing boys. Although they didn’t give him much attention. They just as soon started talking amongst themselves again.

Bam felt horrible. He felt robbed...violated. Why did this have to happen to him? The sound of the ringing bell forced him back to reality. He had to get to his next class.

Once the locker room was almost empty, he quickly took off his shorts, not caring anymore who saw what. He slipped on his black jeans and buttoned them up, his eyes still watery from his missing shirt. Then he grabbed his coat, putting it on over his gym shirt, and threw his shorts into the locker. And slammed the door shut again, this time making it close properly. Then he grabbed his back pack and headed out of the gym.

‘It’s as good as gone. No use reporting it,’ Bam thought as he slumped forward and walked to his next class. Bam took out his schedule from his back pocket and looked it over. His next class was biology. He stuffed the paper haggardly back into his pocket and walked to the science wing.

Once he found his class, he walked in, not waiting for his teacher to introduce him. He scanned the room for an empty seat and noticed Jesse in the back, waving to him. He quietly made his way to Jesse, plopping himself on the seat, tossing his back pack on the table and slumping down.

“Hey, why are you wearing your gym shirt?” Jesse asked, taking out a spiral notebook from his bag. Bam could feel the sting of tears threaten him again. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and sighed.

“Some fucker stole my goddamn shirt.” he muttered, closing his coat around his body.

“That sucks man,” Jesse shook his head.

“Yeah tell me about it. It was my favorite shirt too,” Bam gritted his teeth.

“Did you tell the coach?” Jesse whispered, as the teacher began his lesson.

“Nah, it’s as good as gone. What’s the point?” Bam shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, I guess,” Jesse shrugged in turn.

The biology lesson went on. Bam stayed in his exact position, zoning out and thinking back on his life in Westchester.

‘This shit would have never happened if I was back home.’ Bam thought.

The entire biology class went by in a blur. It was his last class of the day, then he had a free period before Ape would come to school to pick him up. Bam twiddled his pen in between his fingers tapping the edge on his notebook in a somewhat rhythmical manner, until he finally dropped his head down on the table, his forehead resting on his notebook. Jesse threw him a few worried glances every so often, just to make sure he was still breathing, but left him alone.

Finally the bell rung, making Bam jerk his head upward, the traces of sleep present in his eyes. He mechanically stuffed his notebook in his backpack and got up, exiting the class.

“Where you to next?” Jesse asked as they stepped into the noisy hallway.

“Free period.” Bam shrugged, as he walked in the direction of the library.

“Mige has a free period, maybe you could hang out with him. He’s probably at the front of the school, hanging out loner by the steps. You should go look for him.” Jesse smiled

“Cool. Thanks, see you later,” Bam waved as Jesse disappeared down the hall. Bam turned a corner in the hallway that led to the main entrance. Bam took his time in the hall, wandering around aimlessly, looking at the different bulletin boards, and message boards. While he was stopped at one particular message board, he heard snickering behind him. He shrugged it off but the snickering turned into soft whispering, then to regular talking. Bam’s heart froze. His stomach churned and his knees started to go week. He knew who belonged to one of those voices.

Without turning to look, Bam decided to go outside. He didn’t want to face Ville right now. Or ever. He started walking briskly when he heard footsteps following him. Bam slightly looked over his shoulder, noticing three bodies. One was Ville’s, and the other two could have easily belonged to the World Wrestling Federation. He picked up his pace, the main entrance only a few feet away.

Bam burst through the doors, his breathing a little rapid, and his eyes darting around for Mige. He went down the steps, looking around for his familiar face. If he was with Mige, he would be safe.

But before he found that familiarity, he was pushed from behind, sending him to the floor. Bam landed with a loud thump and an ‘oof’. He finally looked up to see the three boys surrounding him. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, only to be knocked back to the ground by one of the larger boys, followed by a string of Finnish words that he understood to roughly be ‘Back on ground, bitch’. Bam felt his chest tighten. He balled up his fists and tried to get up again. A few students started to circle around them, hooting and scowling at the torture they were inflicting on Bam.

Then he heard his voice. Ville’s gorgeous voice that venomously spat out Finnish cuss words and derogatory remarks. Ville walked in front of Bam, and crouched down, smirking at the fallen skater.

That’s when he noticed Ville’s shirt. It wasn’t the same black one he was wearing before. No. It was grey. And long sleeve. And had an Element symbol on the front.

Bam was furious. Ville had stolen his shirt, and now had the nerve to wear it! In front of him!! Bam huffed, his heart pounding furiously against his chest, and his fists tightened to the point of no circulation to his fingers. Then he did what any normal American teenage boy would do.

He pounced, lunging at Ville and throwing punches into him. “You fucker! You stole my fucking shirt you little shit!” He screamed. He was straddling Ville, landing punches in his stomach, chest and face. Ville held his arms up, deflecting most of them. Then he reached back and threw a punch into Bam’s face, busting his eyebrow.

Bam flew back, and Ville topped him, now throwing punches into Bam’s body. He started screaming in Finnish, and what little Bam could understand between the blows was ‘Noone hits me.’

Bam was surprised at Ville’s strength, his thin frame proving to be rather strong. But Bam was pissed. No one ever stole his shit and got away with it.

“Mother fucker!” Bam growled, flipping Ville over and straddling him. He grabbed Ville’s arms, and stuffed them under his knees, so he couldn’t fight back. Then he grabbed the collar of the shirt Ville was wearing, and pulled it toward him, to pick up his body. The seems popped, ripping the collar from the shirt, but Bam still persisted. “I want my fucking shirt back,” Bam growled in a low voice. But before any more could go on, he felt a pair of strong arms grab him and pull him away. “Let me go!” he screamed, as the other person lifted him up into the air. He kicked trying to get loose, but finally accepted the fact that the fight was broken up. “Fucker!” he screamed after Ville. “Give me back my shirt asshole!!”

“Bam, calm down.” Bam was finally put on the floor, noticing Mr. Tuonela was the one who had carried him away.

“But..my shirt,” Bam’s eyes started to water, the aftermath finally dawning on him.

“It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it,” the principal cast a glance in Ville’s direction. Ville was cleaning up blood dribbling down his chin. Bam lifted his hand to his eye, feeling the familiar warm sticky substance staining his fingers. “I started you off with a clean record, and on the first day of school, this is what happens.” Mr. Tuonela sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“But, he stole my shirt.” Bam’s voice was weak and breaking.

“To the office.” Mr. Tuonela pointed.

“But,”

“Go.” he said sternly.

“That goes for you too Mr. Valo.” He walked over to Ville, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to Bam. He grabbed Bam’s arm with his free hand, and dragged them inside to the office.

Whispers and stares followed them as they kept on walking. Bam had already given up, just trying not to get into more trouble. Ville on the other hand was putting up a pretty good fight.

Mr. Tuonela eyed Ville, gripping his arm tighter, but didn’t say anything.

The finally made it to the office, Mr. Tuonela shoving them down into the chairs. He closed the door behind him and walked over to his desk, sitting down casually.

“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But I’m more than sure it will be hard either way.”