Rewind

A Derby/Bif love story.

Title: "Rewind ... dniweR"

Rating: T

Summary: "At the young age of eighteen, Bif Tremblay believes that he's finally in love with the right one. What could possibly go wrong when his love says, yes? Oh, well... his new fiancé losing his memory the day after could be one thing..."

Authors Notes: So, I have so many other things I could be writing instead of this but... this story was just being demanded to be written! The idea just popped into my head and I immediatly thought of the movie, Milk (which is AMAZING, you have to watch it) and how we've fought for our rights for the longest time. Still today, homosexuality is descriminated and it continues to be like racism is. I don't feel like there will ever be an end to this but all you can do it hope that some day, people will stop thinking of such ways. Anyways, end of mini rant, onto the lovingness!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Bully" and if I did, I'm pretty sure that Pinky would have been an ugly man... so Derby could marry Bif instead.

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*Chapter One – The Perfect Setting

Bif grinned as he crawled into his bed with Derby groaning at his arrival.

"It's one o'clock in the morning, Bif..." He groaned, his voice higher than usual. It tended to be like that when he was exhausted. Then again, clique leaders needed their beauty sleeps. At least Derby got it. Well, most of time. When Bif didn't prod at him for... late night activates. "Ugh, go take a shower. You stink, horribly," Derby whispered lazily at him. Bif chuckled before he got back up and stumbled clumsily into the shower.

He had been boxing for four hours straight.

He could've done six, but he at least wanted to bother Derby in the early morning. It was no fun when he woke the man up at six am. Oh god, Bif shuddered at the memories of the blonde's shrill voice. He woke up the whole Harrington House that night. Bif had to publicly apologize to the clique the next morning, saying he had gotten back quite drunk and accidently disturbed Derby. They all had a good chuckle about that; though... Bif wasn't there when they were laughing about that. Derby told him about that later.

Bif sighed as he let the warm water beat his back. It was exactly since... elementary actually, that Derby and Bif had their special relationship. He could remember the first day of school, how they hid behind the bleachers together, sharing their 'home packed' lunches. Already, they'd bonded quickly in class; Derby had stood out to him. Derby stood out farther than anyone else could. Nobody has his determined, ice cold, blue eyes or his honey coloured blonde hair. There was a saying that nobody was perfect. Derby Harrington was just a few steps away from it. They advanced through their classes easily and swiftly, doing each other's homework at late night while they spent the day shopping, or hanging with the other Preps. They entered high school, where everyone was concerned about sex. Jimmy, bloody, Hopkins had drilled it right into their minds. All of a sudden, everyone was having one night stands here and there but no. Not Derby Harrington. Not Bif Tremblay; both remained clean.

At least, until the middle of freshmen year.

With uncontrollable hormones, a case full of their father's liquor, they didn't mean to end up on the boxing ring's couch. They didn't mean to fall asleep together like a perfect couple, both of them snoring softly as if it were each other's lullabies. Ever since that night, with much talking in between, the two were never seen without one or the other. Unless they fought, which was common, but Bif couldn't leave Derby alone. Seriously, he couldn't leave the blonde's side for more than a day...

Or else Johnny Vincent would find him.

Another, unbearable memory came to surface. The way the blood was splattered across Derby's pale face and how his eyes seemed to roll back into his head. The way his voice didn't seem like his own when he screamed in horror at the site bestowed upon him. He could clearly remember the look on Johnny's smug face as he dropped Derby's stiff body to the floor and ran. How Bif didn't chase after him, but instead, dropped on his knees beside Derby. He thought he was gone – he thought Derby Harrington had died.

Bif jumped out of the shoulder, wrapping the towel around his waist. He looked in the mirror, his body more impressive than the last time he checked. His eyes were green like a forest, he recalled Derby speaking softly one night. Though, he must have been drunk that night because Derby was not your romantic, kind of guy. He was the kind of guy that would shoot you a murderous glance if you even mentioned the word, 'romantic'. Although, Bif kind of liked it when Derby was angry. He would always use a stern tone and after all these years, Bif had gotten used to it (though, that certainly didn't make him tired of that sweet, addicting voice). It didn't make him cower and bow to the man, unlike the other Preps. Nope, he knew Derby in and out; what really bothered him and what calmed him down in troubling situations. In fact, Bif knew that the area on his body that would... well, never mind. That wasn't important.

He took a second towel and began to dry his hair, making sure to keep Derby awake with the noise.

"Sometimes you can be so fucking annoying," Derby hissed, pulling his pillow over his head. Derby would only swear around Bif and Bif alone. The blonde Prep liked to keep his reputation high and nothing says first class like a bar soap in your mouth.

"And yet, somehow... I recall you saying yesterday that, hmm... you love me?" Bif grinned, crawling over Derby's back. Derby growled and attempted to buck Bif off of him but failed to no avail. He pinned the blonde down, pressing his head against the pillow that was on Derby's head.

"Get off," Derby growled, twisting his arm almost all the way to try and swat Bif off of him. Bif playfully rolled over to his side, removing the pillow off of Derby's head. He turned on the lamplight on his side and waited for Derby to show his face.

"C'mon, Derby. I love you," Bif prodded Derby in the back with his foot. Derby merely groaned, and tried to yank his pillow back. "Smile grumpy!"

"It's one in the fucking morning! How do you expect me to-" Derby was cut off by Bif pressing his lips to the ill-tempered blonde. Bif pulled away and Derby sighed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Bif tossed his towel on the floor as he crawled under the sheets, pressing his stark naked body against Derby's. The blonde mumbled something that he hadn't expected Bif to hear, but he had.

"I love you too."

***

His father had taken him to New York.

You should at least have one bite out of the big apple, he recalled his dad laughing as he left for a different plane. A plane that all his business buddies were on. More like his plane full of love affairs. Bif rolled his eyes as he continued to walk down the sidewalks, already forgetting what street he was on. They were all numbered, though, he remembered faintly something about forty... or maybe it was fifth... It didn't matter because shop after shop, they were all the same pointless things, whether it be Dior, Chanel, Hermés or Prada. They were all the same, clothing for expensive women who would rather spend their time whoring around in a shop rather than spend time with their husbands. Then again, most of the husbands didn't exactly want quality time with their wives... just to drive around in their new yacht, showing off to the harbour.

He felt as if every step his took, his feet bounced, like this day was leading up to something important. Once again, his thoughts drew back to his beloved Derby Harrington. All of a sudden, a wonderful idea popped into his mind. He could buy something for Derby! Though... he did have most of the clothing he could ever want. Surely, they had the same things in the Aquaberry at here than at home. He could always order something if he wanted too.

As Bif was giving up when he suddenly noticed a bunch of girls giggling as they exited a posh store. Their smiles stretched from ear to ear and in his hands, one of the girls was holding a small blue box with a white ribbon. He looked up above them.

Tiffany & Co.

How could he have been so stupid? Tiffany's, of course, was the way to go. He pushed through the shop stores, immediately glad he had dressed up fancy today. The store looked more like a palace, with its Victorian entrance and modern glass countertops placed neatly in order. He slowly walked down the staircase, taking in the image in front of him. Bif Tremblay didn't look out of place with his brand new black Aquaberry slacks, with the store's classic vest underneath his knee length, black trench coat. He looked older, as if he had already finished senior year and was in his first trimester of University – which of course, he would go to, even if his father wanted him to immediately take the business up. Everyone looked in a relaxed kind of trance as they peered at the gorgeous pieces of jewellery. Some couples looked at the rings together, muttering things about the future and what they would do while others had the words, 'fantasy' and 'I wish'. He began to browse through the glass, ignoring the prices. He could afford whatever he wanted. He had his own bank account that had at least half a million dollars in it, take or give ten thousand. He could afford pretty much anything in here.

Though somehow, he skipped through most of the cases and ended up looking at the Tiffany's engagement rings. They were gorgeous, every single one of them.

"Would you like some help, sir?" The woman looked friendly, her eyes shining with life. Immediately, Bif noticed the huge stone on her left hand – it must have been from this store. Bif looked back down at the stunning rings.

"Um... I'm just choosing one for my boy-" He immediately cut himself off, knowing that homosexuality was an odd topic, even in the twenty-first century. "For my girlfriend... she would jump if she saw I was here," he chuckled softly, noting that the girl's smile hadn't changed. He sighed in relief.

"Ah well, we have tons of rings to choose from, any to fit your payment plan," she smiled, her face practically glowing. Bif peered closer at the glass and as his eyes were scanning through the options, his heart fluttered and his body froze. There it was. The perfect ring. It glimmered under the lighting and it practically sung Derby's name.

"That one," Bif pointed to the simple, yet elegant ring. It was perfect.

"Oh, yes. You've got quite the eye, Mr...?"

"Tremblay. Bif Tremblay," he spoke proudly. He could tell it wasn't the most expensive one, but he could already envision it on Derby Harrington's thin, pale fourth finger. He was eighteen, irrevocably in love and was going proposing to his senior boyfriend. They were young, so young but it didn't seem to matter. He loved Derby and Derby loved him. It wasn't like either of them were going anywhere else and neither had eyes for anyone else. Bif knew Derby took no interest in Pinky, recalling the deal he had made with his parents.

Marry someone else with a fortune as large as ours and you won't have to marry Pinky, darling. Plus, we don't want it be some low-class citizen so make sure they have the pure blood flowing through their veins.

He had been there when Mrs. Harrington had said the words herself. Everything was falling into place. He knew Derby would say yes, he knew he would. There wasn't a single doubt in his whole body.

"The Tiffany Setting," she sighed heavily. "Our original ring, nothing else beats it. Round cut, classic yet classy. It is one of the most popular rings in the world since it so flawless. Over a lifetime a woman may look at her engagement ring one million times or more. Design is important. Every Tiffany setting shoulders the diamond with consummate respect, honour, and grace. The diamond is the Hero. The stone is held properly by the girdle, to maximize light moving in and out. The prongs are thick enough to hold the stone tightly, yet thin enough to be a beautiful design element. Each Tiffany ring has balance and pleasing proportions," she finished. Bif had remembered that whole paragraph. The only time he had looked at the website he had came across the perfectly written description. He had read it over and over again until it was time to go out.

"Yes, I do recall reading that," Bif smiled warmly at the woman who blushed a soft pink. "Ah, may I see the bands that accommodate the ring?" Bif asked curiously. He was wondering what he was going to be wearing. The woman disappeared for a quick second and came back with the three wedding bands of his choice.

The first one was a plain platinum band, nothing fancy, just Tiffany's written in the center. The second one had round cut diamonds all around, acting as the band. They gleamed under the store's light, it was hard to breathe, somewhat. Finally, the third one looked the same as the second, but it had the platinum band on top and on the bottom. They were all stunning but it was only the best and expensive for Derby and sometimes, himself. He decided to go with the third. The woman brought him to the cash register, where he filled out forms and everything was done under ten minutes. Slowly, he watched the girl put the engagement ring in the small, baby blue box with the white ribbon. It was perfect, so utterly perfect. The price didn't matter, he could recover that in a few days if he tried. Bif looked at it in awe as she put it in the Tiffany & Co bag. Slowly, she handed it over to him with a big smile.

"Good luck, I'm sure they will be overjoyed," she waved him off and cheerily hopped over to another couple. Bif sighed, feeling the happiness go from the bang handles to his fingertips, to his very mind. How he was going to pop the question, he had no idea. The thought even made him tremble a little. He clutched the bag tighter and made his way over to Starbucks.

He was going to ask Derby Harrington to marry him...

...what had he been thinking?

Before he could answer himself, his cell phone's ringtone went off.

"And our time is running out! Our time is running out! You can't push it underground; you can't stop it screaming out! How did it come to this? Oh-" Bif sighed heavily once again. Derby must have changed his ringtone, again. He flipped it open and nearly fainted on the spot.

"Bif, this is your number, right?" Derby asked. The signal sounded pretty strong, better here than in New England. He could hear the perfection of the prep's voice and it felt as if he was right here beside him. "Hello?"

"Oh- yes! Sorry, Derby," Bif chuckled nervously, eyeing his Tiffany's bag. It was so out of character for him to buy something like that on a whim. Usually, he would have taken weeks doing such a thing... but this time, it just happened. He didn't make the purchase, he couldn't have. He couldn't have spent forty thousand dollars just like that. But he did, all for love.

Now his life was beginning to sound like a corny love story..

Derby's expression would be priceless. He needed to take a photo of that somehow...

"Bif! Am I bothering you? You haven't replied back to my questions!" Derby sounded somewhat disappointed.

"Of course not, Derby! I just have my mind on other things," he smiled sweetly, coming to the line at Starbucks.

"Like what?" Derby asked.

"You, of course," he grinned as he approached the cashier. He ordered a Caramel Cappuccino Swirl and went to wait for his order. It was so unlike him, once again! Ordering in a multi-million dollar company like some middle-class student would. Well, today was his day and he was still on a high from his earlier purchase. One little simple thing wouldn't kill him.

"Yes well..."Derby trailed off, leaving the conversation to silence.

"Yes?" Bif asked as he got his order faster than he expected. He found an open table and sat next to it, looking at all the busy people running around. Students were at tables with their laptops, typing away madly as if their deadline for a million dollar contract ended in a week. He would never be like them.

He would always have those special advantages and there was no way he could change that.

"I miss you," he could hear Derby whisper into the phone. Bif smirked. Whenever he was away, Derby would always be affectionate the first night he came back home (and vice versa). Bif had once fought with him over the way Derby dealt with his emotions while the taller red head was away. It was how he would hold everything back until he returned, causing trouble for the both of them and that really bothered Bif. The blonde would often have a few hidden bruises and they would all be from the same person - Vincent. He would often linger out into the Greaser's territory, always looking for a fight. He would get a few hits before someone found them. He had just been lucky, almost every single time. Bif knew that eventually, he wouldn't get so lucky. He had been so close to death; he wasn't going to allow that to happen again. Therefore, he told Derby to let out his emotions slowly, piece by piece, and phone him to talk. Even if it was a simple, I miss you, it was all that kept the both of them happy.

"I miss you too," Bif replied, checking his watch. The sun was setting and everyone in the city that never sleeps were probably just getting up.

"I have to go, homework," Derby grunted.

"Ah, surprising. You're actually doing it," Bif laughed, "Or have you paid the nerds a fair amount of sums so they can pay for newest issue of Loser comics?" he could hear Derby chuckle softly on the other line and it made his heart flutter involuntarily.

"Shut up. Good night."

"Goodnight, Derby. I love you," Bif spoke smoothly, making sure not too many people around him heard.

"I-I love you too," he replied and the dial tone went dead. Bif sighed as he pushed the phone back into his pocket and took another sip of his cappuccino. Tomorrow night, he would be on a plane ride home. He wasn't going to run right up to Derby and propose... no way. He would wait; build up to the final moment – the climax. He needed a damn climax.

He jumped out of his chair and took steps away from it, making sure his bag was clutched in his hand, cappuccino in the other. Already, his empty spot was filled with a middle aged man chatting away on the phone. He peeked in the bag, seeing both of the blue boxes waiting to be opened. The woman had taught him how to tie the bow if he opened it before he gave it to Derby. He looked up at the hotel and smiled happily, knowing that his father wouldn't be back until midnight or so. He had lots of time to hide the bags in a good spot.

He checked into the Four Seasons hotel and quickly made his way up to his room before the woman - who had obviously been eyeing the baby blue carrier bag - could ask anything about it. Of course, once he made it to his room, he remembered that his father had gotten two separate suites. He didn't have to worry about hiding it like a young teenager hiding his first nudie magazine. He chuckled at the thought, imagining Derby looking at such a thing. Then again, Derby didn't need a magazine – he had the real thing right at his finger tips. He carefully placed the bag on his king sized bed and jumped to the polished oak desk. It looked somewhat like the Harrington House but not as exquisite. He immediately pulled out piece of paper and scribbled on it with a pen, making sure it worked. He then began to jolt a few things down.

Derby Harrington, married to Bif Tremblay 2007...

Derby Tremblay.

Bif Harrington.

He looked at the names carefully, squinting almost. They both sounded alright, nothing amazing. It should be amazing! It was Derby Harrington for God's sake.

Derby Tremblay Harrington.

Bif Tremblay Harrington.

That sounded much better, he smiled to himself, tossing the paper in the trash and he got ready for bed. He placed the bags in the dresser, making sure nothing got a single crease in it. Tomorrow, would be shopping. After all, he wanted to look absolutely perfect for his first morning back.


A/N: I will continue this chapter after five reviews, after all, they do fuel the stories! If I get more reviews on this story than Running Up That Hill, I will make this one longer. Thanks for reading!