Title: "Always Winter"

Pairing: Derby x Bif

Rating: T

Summary: It's Christmas in three days, and the preppies of Bullworth Academy are in the festive spirit. Especially, their leader and his right hand man.

Authors Notes: Yes, I've always wanted to do a preppie story, it's just I never got to work on it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN "Bully" and any of its characters, etc. or anything else that I mention within this entire story.

Chapter 1 - Snowflake

Laughter echoed through the Harrington House, champagne glasses clinking together, as the preps of Bullworth Academy basked in the Christmas spirit for once. Derby slowly sipped from his glass, smiling to him self. Across from him, Bif was chatting away to Tad, their interest in what their fathers were getting them for Christmas.

"My daddy is getting me a new summer home," Tad smiled proudly, "The one we bought last year is wearing off, I want somewhere hotter anyways. The Bahamas is just not warm enough these days."

"Cool," Bif smiled, "I'm not quite sure, my dad told me he'd keep it a surprise," Chad snorted, his laugh high pitched. Tad couldn't help join in, holding his sides, laughing his fake British laughter. Derby pulled at his tie, loosening it. Bif eyed him with curiosity.

"Say, who are you chaps spending your Christmas with?" Gord asked, smiling. The question had caught everyone off guard. A few dumb founded preppies rubbed their chin.

"Oh, I'm spending mine with Kirby," Tad laughed, "He's so cute when I buy him really expensive presents," the rest of the clique laughed, the fireplace sparking in the background. Derby stared at him, his face hard. Bif quickly stood up and quickly walked up stairs. From atop of the staircase, her heard Derby explode.

"What are you thinking?! Interacting with another clique member? A jock? That is not acceptable!" he yelled in disgust. Bif leaned against the railing and watched as his fearless leader shrieked at the other – terrified - members. Bif smiled as Tad quickly stood up, waving his arms in denial. Derby advanced on him. Bif could see him hissing something between his teeth. Derby grabbed his drink and exited to the poker room, leaving all the preps in dismay. Bif grunted before turning around and walking out to the balcony. The stars glittered in the night. The chirps of the crickets were the only noises Bif heard until footsteps intruded on his silence. He turned around to be greeted by a shy Gord. He smiled weakly before leaning against the iron railing next to Bif. The silence was awkward until Gord broke it.

"Hey… Bif, you're Derby's best friend right?" his voice was tiny, a whisper almost. Bif laughed heartily.

"Yes, ever since we were four," He smirked at the memories. The small children chasing each other around in their diapers until their fathers snapped at them to stop. Curling up on the couch together and watching British comedies. Sure, they didn't understand what they were saying, but they were learning the accent that they spoke now. Only Bif had dropped it when he entered private school, he thought it was stupid, as Derby kept it to impress the less wealthy kids. It was when they turned eight their fathers wouldn't let them sleep in the same bed anymore, it was wrong from there.

"Is he always this mean?" Gord looked up at the only man who dared argue with Derby. Bif couldn't help but roar with laughter. Gord shied away a few steps. They always thought he was insane to question Derby when he was in one of his "moods".

"Sadly, yes. The only type of… kindness, he had shown, has been towards me," Bif couldn't help but feel happy, "and that's about it, never to his parents or clique members, if you've noticed." Gord nodded vigorously before tearing his eyes away from Bif and looked out over the town. A single fleck of white fell from the sky. Gord jumped back, Bif looking at it curiously.

"Huh, it's a snowflake. Maybe we will have a white Christmas," Bif said.

"Hah, if it lasts three days," Gord laughed nervously before turning in, saying good night to Bif as he went back into the Harrington House. Bif stared at the flakes of snow that seemed to fall endlessly, each one landing in his hair. He glanced around before sticking his tongue out. If Derby caught him doing this, he would be in for hell. A single flake landed, dissolving quickly. Bif chucked as he went back inside, dragging his self downstairs. Tad and Chad had already left – presumably to bed – and a blonde haired man was sitting in one of the forest colored arm chair.

"Derby, it's time to turn in," Bif spoke softly, not wanting to upset him. He must have had too much champagne. He would sleep well tonight and wake with a pounding head ache. He heard him grumble before standing up, falling back into his chair.

"Careful, you won't be able to stand up right," Bif's voice was concerned. He didn't want Derby hurting himself. The snobbish prep got up on his feet quickly before stumbling over to Bif, collapsing into his arms, knees on the floor. Bif sighed before taking Derby's glass out of his hand and placing it on the side table. He pulled him up, putting his strong arm around Derby's waist, helping him up the stairs.

"You know Bif, this could be fairly suggestive," he chuckled, his voice uneven and loud. Bif hissed at him as he climbed up the stairs, "You know… I know you've always had this thing for me," he hiccupped, "ol' chap." He flopped around with Bif supporting him, he held on tight so he wouldn't fall down the stairs. "I know you think about me the way you shouldn't," he laughed in his drunken state. Bif continued ignoring him. "Pssht, you know you want me," he stroked Bif's face. He slapped it away before opening Derby's room door.

"Remind me never to let you have another glass of champagne," Bif grumbled, helping Derby to his king sized bed. He always demanded that he have the best. Bif swept him from under his feet and carried him to the bed with ease.

"You know…" he hiccupped again, "that could come in a lot of use." Bif rolled his eyes, placing Derby on the edge of the bed, sitting up, pulling the sheets back for him and tucking him in. Derby's eyebrows creased.

"I'm still in my clothes," he whined.

"Deal with it," Bif growled. As he stepped outside of the door, Derby called out to him.

"Sleep with me tonight." Bif turned around to stare at Derby. He pulled the covers up childishly and hid like they used to when they were little. Bif flicked off the lights, closing the door behind him. He started to walk to his room next to Derby's before he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and slowly walked down the steps back into entry room where the fireplace resided. He picked up the glasses that were lying on the table, left behind, and walked over to the next room where the bar was. Having wealthy fathers was nice when they could steal liquor from them and hide it in the cupboards for such occasions. He cleaned the glasses in the sink before putting them away neatly. He returned back to the lounge room and grabbed the 3L bottle.

It was empty.

"Jesus… they drank a lot," Bif frowned before putting it into the recycling bag. He hummed to himself as he saw Derby wobbling in the doorway. Without looking up a second time, he spoke gently.

"You should be sleeping, get your rest," Bif said, "You'll thank me later." He heard Derby stumble over to where he stood, his back still turned to him. His impervious leader wrapped his arms around his waist, holding onto him closely. Bif shifted, turning around to caress him. Derby pressed his head into the taller boy's chest, his fists clenching his Aquaberry sweater.

"I couldn't sleep," his words were slurred and muffled in his sweater. They had no true emotion behind them, "I need you." Bif tensed at his choice of words. Derby was always direct and forward when he was drunk – which was rather rare.

"Do you want some pills, then?" he was always too polite for Derby – he never quite understood that. Bif stroked his head, the smaller prep's arms around his neck. Derby wouldn't remember it in the morning. Bif inhaled Derby's Aquaberry cologne, his fingers running through his slick, blonde hair. Derby tossed arms around Bif's neck loosely before leaning on his toes.

"What are you two doing?!" Pinky squealed, her hands in front of her mouth. Bif quickly let his arms drop, but Derby still kept his arms locked around Bif's neck, slowly turning his head in his ex girlfriend's direction. Bif quickly unfastened his fingers and pushed him away, pushing past Pinky, quickly rushing to get upstairs - embarrassed. Derby flinched as he heard the door slam and he slowly looked at Pinky who was fuming.

"You idiot!" she screamed before slapping him across the face, leaving the house, shutting the door loudly behind her. Derby stood in a daze, his eye lids dropping, his vision fading. He pulled himself up the stairs and climbed into his head before nodding off to sleep.