Hey guys, ive been thinking of doing a fiction for ages where Sam and Finns roles in series 7 are reversed and switched, so that's what im going to do!

It was the first day back at school, and Finn already felt lucky. This summer he had managed to fall off a bridge, beat the odds of "not being able to walk" and being paralysed, and he lived to tell the tale and had the girl. He felt like a action hero. Everything had sorted itself out. Him and Kyle were friends, he had passed his GCSEs with flying colours, him and Sam were in love. Love..who knew he could love? He had calmed down a lot in the past year, everything was finally starting to become stable. So his parents weren't around a lot, they never had been. They stuck around for a bit after the suicide pact with Amy, but then when they realised he was getting better, they flitted off.

He lived alone, his parents had gone ahead with the move to LA. They had battled in the summer to get Finn to go with them, but he told them he didn't want to uproot his life, and he spent most of teenage years around the house on his own, so why couldn't they just go, come back for holidays and pay for him? So that's what they did, and Finn couldn't be happier. You cant miss what you never had, right?

And this made his place a right party kingdom. Pizza and poker nights with the boys, nights in with Sam, end of exam parties, it was all at his, and he loved it.


He walked into the sixth form common room, which had finally become available to him and the others. He waltzed in and saw Lauren, Sam and Josh occupying one of the leather sofas

"Hey" he said, and the other three all looked up

"Alright mate?" Josh asked, while Lauren budged up to give him some space next to Sam

"Yeah sound, you?" Finn replied, and he chattered with Josh for a bit, putting an arm around Sam

"Alright princess charming?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair a little

"All the better for seeing you" Sam laughed softly, with a wink, and he kissed the top of her head contently, for once there was no drama between them

"So who's our form teacher?" Finn asked, watching the others

"It says Mr Mead here" Lauren shrugged "at least Meadys fit..you think so Josh?" she laughed playfully, and Josh snorted "not my type Lozza" he laughed along with her, and they trailed off to the science lab happily


"Josh can you tell me what that line says?" Finn asked, as he was copying down something Chris had put on the board, he was in the middle row with Josh while the girls were behind him

"What mate, you going blind?" Josh asked with a laugh, and Finn rolled his eyes

"I just cant see that sentence" he replied, squinting at the board

"Everything alright Finn?" Chris asked, seeing the two boys talking

"Fine" Finn snapped quickly, and reached in his bag and sighed. He really had not wanted to get his glasses out, they did not look cool in the slightest. He had to have a eye test after his fall, and it turned out he wasn't as visually able as he thought. So now he had a set of glasses that he was meant to use for "reading". Maybe the sight had been because of his fall, it was a pretty bad fall.


When he fell, the doctors marvelled at how he had basically come out of the incident with just bruises and a broken leg, which had naturally healed over the summer. He guessed he was getting some side affects, like the sight problem, and the dull ache that had invaded his head of late. It was nothing to worry about though, he would just take some paracetamol for the headache and wait until he got full use of his sight back.

He put on the glasses warily, making sure that Josh and Kyles heads were both down, and carried on working, slightly relieved that he could now see. Then he heard a snort of laughter

"Check out supergeek" Kyle grinned, and Josh turned to look at Kyle, who motioned at Finn in the middle of them

"Woah where did the armour come from?" Josh asked, in mock shock "you actually do look quite intelligent though.." he mused, with a stifled laugh, and Sam spoke

"What are you talking about?" she asked, looking up from her text book

"Your boyfriends gone all Harry Potter on us" Kyle said with a grin

"Finn turn around" Lauren said with a laugh, and she suppressed a laugh as Finn sighed and turned around

"Smooth" Lauren added, and Sam looked at him

"Finn are those serious?" Sam asked, trying to keep the shaking giggle out of her voice

"Yeah..babe do they look stupid?" Finn asked

"No…" Sam backtracked, as she saw Finns face fall a little

"Guys, what did I say about 'No talking at A-Level'" Chris said, standing up, looking a little annoyed

"Look Mead, I just need to ask Sam something" Finn said, pointing a finger at him and standing up

"Finn sit down" Chris said, tiredly

"No" Finn challenged, and kept looking at Sam

"Finn go to the cooler" Chris said, and Finn sighed again

"Sir?" he said, addressing Chris finally

"One thing about sixth form Sharkey, teachers don't tolerate talking and talking back to teachers"

"So im just a example of your no tolerance rule" Finn asked coolly, he wasn't sure why he was being so rude to Chris, Mr Mead was alright, he helped Finn out a number of times, including that dreaded day at the beach

"Finn im not discussing this, go" Chris said, warily

"I wanted to anyway" Finn sniped, knocking over his chair in frustration as he went, and storming out

"Any ideas what that was about?" Chris asked, looking at the group in the middle especially

"Nah sir..you know Finn..likes to be the centre of attention" Kyle said with a laugh

"Well get back to work then" Chris insisted, sitting down


"God, one lesson with sixth form and a kid in the cooler already" Chris sighed, sitting in the staffroom next to Tom and Grantly

"Kyle Stack?" Tom said, at the same time as he offered Chris a biscuit

"Finn Sharkey" Chris sighed, taking the biscuit and dipping it his tea

"Sharkey is, and always will be, a pain in the backside" Grantly mused, reading his paper

"Grantly you cant write kids off like that" Tom said, although he knew it was useless. Once grantly had got a first impression, it stuck

"Do you not remember what the little sod did to this room?" Grantly asked, casually flicking a page

"True, but in the past year or so, give or take the Kyle Stack stuff, he really turned a corner" Chris said, frowning again

"That's Finn for you Chris, hes on and off like a light sometimes, is he in the cooler now?" Tom asked

"Yeah, if he hasn't escaped" Chris laughed a little

"Alright, I'll go and have a word, set him a essay or something" Tom said, and Chris nodded at him in thanks

"Im right you know.." Grantly said, sitting back as he got his cup of tea

"Of course your right Grantly" Chris said sarcastically, and closed his eyes


"Finn you cant just go off like that, your sixth form" Tom said, sitting on the table opposite his sons best friend

"I know..I don't know what came over me ok?" Finn said, sounding bored

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Tom tried and Finn shook his head

"People were laughing at my glasses, that is all" Finn said, rolling his eyes a little and tapping his glasses

"Ok..just try and be calmer in the future yeah? And im sorry but your gonna have to stay in here until lunch, so ive got you an essay to do" Tom said, putting down a sheet of paper in front of him

"Oh..great" Finn said, rocking back on his chair slightly

"Less of the lip Sharkey..you were doing well until today, don't loose it now" Tom said, getting back up

"Right" Finn said, a wave of pain flitting over his head that he was ignoring, but it still contorted his face into a heavy scowl

"Less of the attitude Finn..we want to be right about you.." Tom said, and eventually left the room, realising that this chat was going nowhere

"But sir.." Finn whispered a little..but Tom had already gone.


He looked at the essay in front of him

"Oh great..Lord of the Flies.." Finn scowled again, and tried again and again to read it, but nothing was going in, he just could not concentrate

"Ive been sent to look over you" Grantly came into the room, talking in a monotone, clearly bored

Finn nodded at him, distracted, trying to read the work

"Is that all you've done..guess who wont get a lunchtime if they carry on like that?" snarled Grantly, sitting down into the soft chair at the front of the room and putting his feet on the table

"Me" Finn replied sarcastically, slipping his glasses back into place

"Correct" Grantly responded, with a sardonic smile

Finn looked at the essay, and started writing. But nothing was making sense. His response wasn't making sense, the question didn't make sense. Why couldn't he concentrate?