A/N: Hey guys. Hmm, where to start?

Well this is my first H2O story. I had watched about two episodes back when it first came out, as it was on the U.S's Disney Channel for a bit, but then it went back over to Disney Channel Australia, so I never caught up.

About two days ago, I realized it was on Netflix instant watch and I said, " Well, why not try it?" And boy was it one of the best decisions I have ever made!

I am absolutely positively addicted now, so much that it's probably unhealthy, and i definitely won't be telling my friends how i'm obsessed with a kids show about mermaids(: But it's all good. I can let it out here.

Now, in this fandom i've noticed that there's not a lot of stories from a guy's perspective, and well, I wanted to change that. And because I usually write from a guy's perspective it'd be hard not too. You can probably already guess what kind of twist i'm going to put in with this thing, but i'll keep it a secret just in case(;

Anyway, leave a REVIEW if you enjoyed it, and check back soon as I will update as soon as I can. Also, I might make a new H2O RP forum, as all the forums are quite dead, so check back for that too(:

THANKS FOR READING.
(Sorry for rambling, haha)

It's one thing to be a transfer student to a new school in the middle of your Junior year. It's another to be a transfer student to another country in the middle of your Junior year. Well, for Hunter Wright, that's exactly the case.

Hunter Wright didn't want to move to Australia. He'd had a good life in Homewood, Illinois. He had a good group of friends, good grades and school, and a good stable relationship with a girl he'd been going steady with for years.

Unfortunately, all of that was now gone.

Hunter's parents, Julia and George, lived away from their son, down in Florida because of their jobs. Both Julia and George were highly intelligent Marine Biologists. Fortunately, Hunter was still able to stay with his friends in Chicago and live with his grandparents. But now that Julia and George's jobs were taking them away to Australia, they wanted to take Hunter with; they didn't want their son too far away.

So now Hunter stood in his new Australian home, ready for his first day of school, but missing everything he had back in the U.S. There was no way he could get all of it back, he could try, but it wouldn't happen. His friends said they'd stay in touch, but it wouldn't happen, his girl didn't want to try the long distance thing. So the only people he would stay in contact with were his grandparent's...but he was close with them, so it wasn't too bad a thing.

" Don't look so glum, son." Said his father, as he came downstairs and to the kitchen where Hunter stood, looking peppy and ready for the day. He wore a light blue, short sleeve, button up shirt, khaki's and sneakers. His dark brown hair that he and Hunter shared was brushed back, looking like a short version of a pompadour. His face was newly shaven and he looked like a new man.

Hunter could see himself looking glum, though. He probably looked like a like a real sad sap, and very cliché, staring longingly out the window. It really wasn't how he usually acted, but he still wanted to be back home.

Hunter turned away from the window and walked over to the fridge, " Yeah that'll be easy, Dad." he retorted. For the last two days, his father and his mom had this permanent smile on their faces. A smile that Hunter couldn't replicate, and it kind of made him mad. " It's not like my life's been turned to shit or anything." he rolled his eyes as he took some bacon out of the fridge.

" Watch your language, boy." Said George firmly, and much to Hunter's delight, his smile temporarily vanished and turned into a scowl. Hunter ignored him and simply rolled his eyes. It wasn't the time for George to think he could actually 'parent' him when he saw George so rarely he didn't even count him as his father most times.

" Whatever you say." Hunter replied as he put the bacon in a pan he'd just taken out of the cabinet. It began to sizzle, and pretty soon after it's aroma began to fill the kitchen. The cooking was so loud that he didn't hear another set of feet come down the stairs, but he did hear the voice.

" Wow, someone else besides me is actually cooking." Said Julia, his mother. She was wearing a white beach dress that ended at her knees. Her dirty blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, her ocean blue eyes were filled with excitement, and she had the same grin painted on her face.

" It's a wonderful sight isn't." Said George as she gave Juila a small hug.

" Mhmm, wonderful." Hunter said with another eye roll. He cooked all the time with his Grandparents. His Gramma always said, ' A young man is even more appealing when he can at least cook a nice breakfast every once and a while.' And he'd actually learned a lot from her.

Hm, he missed her already.

Soon enough, his bacon was cooked, so he took it out of the pan, wrapped the two slices in some paper towels, to catch the grease. Then he took the pieces of bacon out of the towels, put the greasy towels in the garbage, and grabbed his light brown backpack off of the floor beside him.

He slipped past his parents, and looked in the mirror that was down the hallway towards the front door. He checked himself over.

His hair was in his usual style, strategically spiked in the front, and brushed down everywhere else. His light blue hoodie and the white tshirt he wore underneath were nice, along with his dark blue jeans. It was basically what he wore every single day back in Chicago. With the exception of a big jacket during the winter. He'd probably get hot wearing it every day, because the weather in Australia differed, but for now it'd have to do.

The only downfall was that the whites around his aqua blue eyes were slightly tinged with red giving away his sleeping patterns. But hopefully it'd disappear throughout the day.

He steadied his bag on his back, and made his way to the front door. But something was off. In front of the door were several suitcases. Suitcases that he knew belonged to his folks.

What was going on?

" Mom? ! Dad? ! " Hunter shouted towards the kitchen. Immediately he could hear their footsteps coming toward him. When they stood in front of him, he spoke, " What's going on?"

His mom raised an eyebrow before turning to look at her husband, " Dear, you didn't tell him?" she asked, casually. Odd, when the situation was everything more than casual.

" Tell me what?" Hunter asked, but he had the strongest feeling that he already knew. They were leaving again. They'd just gotten here, and they were leaving again.

" It must've slipped my mind." George replied to Julia before looking at Hunter. " Son, we're ah, we've been invited to do some exploring in the waters a little ways away from Australia." he began. Hunter could tell he was trying to look sullen, but his excitement was breaking through. It completely shined as he continued, " We'll be underwater for quite a while."

Hunter threw up his hands exasperatedly, " Oh, that's awesome!" he shouted sarcastically. " We've been here less than three days and already your job is taking you away!" he added on. It was quite annoying actually. He would never get by here if his parent's weren't even there for him.

" Look, Hunt-" Julia began but Hunter didn't want any of it. He put up a finger and she stopped talking.

" Don't even." Hunter said, storming out of the house, and slamming the front door as hard as physically possible.

It was stressful, to say the least. Having parents like Hunter's was difficult. They didn't seem to care about anything except their jobs. It was always like that, ever since he was a kid. But he thought it'd be different when they got here. He thought that maybe his parents had made him move so that they could be near him and do their jobs at the same time. That obviously wasn't the case.

Parked in the driveway was his car that they'd brought from home. An old 2003, black Toyota Corola with beige and wooded interior. Now, the Wright family was upper middle class, and he probably could've gotten a nicer, more expensive car. But he secretly liked fixing it up. In fact, he'd fixed it up so well that it looked brand new. He was actually proud to drive it.

He hopped into the drivers seat that was on the exact opposite side of all the Australian made cars, which made everything quite awkward for him, but he'd practiced enough to get used to it.

He put his bag on the passengers side, and drove off towards his new school. A school that until now, he wasn't scared of being the new kid at.

…..

Hunter stood at the entrance and shrugged, it didn't look too bad. He could probably get along here.

Once again, he looked down at his schedule that he'd gotten in the mail the first day they'd moved into his house. It was all the classes he'd had back home, so he could just start from where he left off.

He continued to eye it as he walked through the crowded hallway. At the top it listed the number and unlock code to his locker which he needed to find so he could empty out the books he didn't need into his locker.

Just when he thought he was getting close, a body crashed into him, causing both parties to stumble back.

" Sorry!" Hunter said, just as the guy he'd bumped into said, " Watch where you're going!"

After catching his balance, he looked up at the kid he'd crashed into. The kid was tall, but Hunter stood a good two inches taller, and had brown hair. He had a scowl on his face, meant to scare Hunter, but it didn't work. It was actually kind of irritating.

The guy shoved Hunter when he'd caught his balance, and again Hunter stumbled back. But he didn't return the shove because it would undoubtedly lead to a fight, and it wouldn't look good to fight on his first day.

" Bump into me again and I swear you'll regret it." He repeated menacingly.

" I highly doubt that." Hunter replied lowly. He wouldn't fight back, but he would still run his mouth. " It wouldn't be wise threatening someone when you know you won't go through with it." he said with a humorless chuckle, and crossed his muscled arms in front of him.

At this point people began to gather round the two, assuming a full out brawl was going to happen. Hunter knew he was entertaining the notion, but he was sort of enjoying getting the guy riled up.

" Do you want to test that theory you got there, mate?" Said the boy, and he stepped closer to hunter, fists curled. And then Hunter thought, maybe a little fight wouldn't be too bad. They'd understand if it was self defense.

As the guy shoved him again, Hunter finally put his fists up, pulled his arm back...

" Knock it off Zane." Said a girls voice as she pushed through the crowd that'd enlarged since the last time Hunter had checked.

Zane, the boy who'd tried to fight Hunter looked at her, " Emma, this is none of your business. Back off."

Hunter looked at the back of the girl's blonde head. She faced Zane, her arms were crossed angrily, and her head was cocked to the side. " Well, I'm making it my business." she replied, her tone oozing with confidence.

Two other girls came in, again not facing him, but instead facing Zane. They took up similar stances to Emma's.

" Can't be bothered to fight people who've been here for more than ten minutes?" Asked the brunette.

" Plus, he's a bit taller than you." Said the other blonde, " Don't think you'd want to try that…but it would be funny to see someone kick your tail."

The three looked at each other, satisfied at their words. Zane now looked hesistant, ready to back off. He wondered what was so special about the three that actually made him step down.

" Whatever." Zane finally said, and walked away, much to the dismay of the bystanders who groaned unanimously before leaving to head of to class.

The three girls who'd just saved him from his first detention in Australia turned to face him.

He tried to hide the intial shock, but he knew it was futile. He couldn't stop the gaping. They were all very, very pretty.

There was one platinum blonde, with ice-blue eyes and wore army green pants and a tank top. Her hair was curly, and in two braids with bangs covering her forehead.

Then there was a bruntette, with hazel eyes, with wavy locks in a high pony tail. She had on a purple t-shirt and pink shorts.

Then there was the other blonde, Emma. The prettiest of the three in Hunter's opinion. Her hair was straight, long, down her back, and she had a small braid the was pinned back along the side of her head. She had on blue jean shorts and a collared blue top. All three of them had a similar locket around their necks.

Hunter knew it'd been extremely awkward for the three when he kept staring for a good twenty seconds, especially when the look lingered on Emma.

The platinum blonde coughed, " Well, uhm. That was fun, y'know, defending you and all. No need for thanks." she said sarcastically with a raised brow. The brunette looked over at her and nudged her.

" Rikki." Cleo said, and looked at her, aiming for an apology.

Rikki shrugged, " Well..."

Emma shook her head, but smiled lightly, " She is right."

Hunter felt his face turn a slight shade of red. " Sorry." he said quickly as he got himself back together. That was a stupid thing to do. He wasn't doing to well at fitting in just yet, was he?

He looked at the three, " Thank you." Hunter replied honestly. " Probably would've been in a hell of a lot of trouble had you not helped. So, thanks."

Rikki waved her hand, " Oh, no problem." she said, " Zane needs a kick in the bum every once and a while…" she drifted off, " Speaking of a kick in the bum.." she turned around in the direction Zane had left, " See you later, new boy."

" Don't mind her." Cleo said with a small laugh. " Nice to meet you though…"

" Hunter." He told her with a nod.

" Hunter." Cleo finished with a smile. " Hope to see you soon."

" Yeah, same here." he smiled back before sticking his hands in his pockets. Now that he was alone with Emma, he was a bit nervous, just a bit. He looked back at her.

" You've made quite an entrance haven't you?" Emma said, looking up at him. And to think about it, he now probably did. No doubt would people start to talk about the new American student who almost started a fight in the middle of a school hallway on the first day.

" Yeah, well, might be a good thing." Hunter shrugged, but couldn't help but smile. " People will think I'm tough and that's always good right?"

She laughed, " Well, if you say so." she replied and he smiled wider. She pointed to his paper, " Ah, you looked like you were struggling to look for something. Did you need any help finding anything?" she asked politely.

Hunter rolled up his sleeve and checked his watch, it was almost time for his first class. " Well, I had been looking for my locker, but I guess my first class will have to do." he said, handing her his schedule. She took it from him and looked it over.

He watched as she did, and after about ten seconds she nodded. " Hm, we have the same Spanish and Chemistry class." she said, looking up from the paper at him.

YES. Hunter shouted in his head. He was actually doing a happy dance in his mind, but he didn't let it show. He had to play it cool. Play it casual. He didn't want to seem like a complete dork, it wouldn't attract any more of her attention.

" That's cool." Hunter nodded, he tried to look cool and nonchalant. But he ended up sounding like a bit of a dork.

Emma raised an eyebrow and smiled, nodding slowly, " Yeah." she said. She looked at him again before turning and pointing in front of her, " Second door, to your right is your English class, and Mathematics is on the second floor, and it's the first classroom at the end of the stairs. Then there's lunch, and you can actually sit with my friends and I if you'd like?" Emma suggested, turning back to look at him.

He didn't know if she was suggesting he'd sit with them to be nice, or if she'd really like for him to be there. He hoped for the latter.

" That would be nice, thanks." Hunter said to her. The bell rang loudly, and music jingled through the hallways. " The late bell?" he asked Emma. He had no idea what the hell it meant.

" No, it means we have two minutes to get to class." Emma informed him. " Which means we better get going." she smiled lightly, " See you at lunch?"

Hunter nodded, " Uh huh, see you at lunch." he replied and she nodded curtly before walking up the stairs to their right. He watched until she disappeared before letting out a happy girlish squeal. After a few seconds he took a deep breath in, calmed himself and looked in the direction where she'd told him and walked into the classroom full of people.

He got stares from each person, and didn't rightly like it, but that was the disadvantage of being the new kid in class. The teacher stood up from his desk and looked at his grade book that he held in his right hand, "Hunter Wright? " he said, looking up at him.

Hunter nodded, " Uh huh, that's me." he confirmed.

" Welcome, welcome." Said the male, " You can take a seat in the back."

Hunter looked to where the teacher then pointed and walked to his new seat. As he made his way, he could hear murmurs about what had happened with Zane earlier, and groaned. He knew it'd be what he'd be known as for a while. The kid who almost started a fight.

He sat down in his new seat, and put his bag beside him. He sat back in his seat and before the teacher began teaching he had one question he wanted answered.

" Yes, Mr. Wright?" Answered the man.

Hunter smirked lightly, " Ah, what time is lunch?"

A/N: I know it was short, but the chapter was beginning to be a bit long.

Please REVIEW if you liked it, and if you enjoy it and chapter two should be out sometime very soon.

Thanks!

Taylor(: