She can't love you...
Summary: look in the first chapter
Authors note: I'm already bored with Derby/Bif, (A.D.D. People!) so I'm adding other little quips of characters. But they won't be very detailed, accounting on the fact that I have MADE IT A GOAL to keep Bif the center of the fic!
Thank you to those who helped with grammar and spelling in the last chapter. THAT IS WHY I NEED REVIEWS:3
Rated: T (For language and a (very) little violence)
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Gord stomped away from the cashier for a moment and grabbed Bif's arm. "Are you rea-..." He stopped mid-sentence when he saw his friends' expression. "You want to get out of here?"
"I... I miss him." Bif whispered. Gord frowned.
"I know you do."
"How is he doing?" Bif looked at Gord with a look of exhaustion.
"He's..." Gord paused for half a second, "been too busy to see anyone, so I haven't a clue." Gord lied. The truth was Derby hadn't left his room since the whole ordeal. No one could figure out how to get in to talk to him. Except his father, of course, but Gord was sure that made him want to stay hidden even more.
Bif turned away from Gord and looked towards the ground, "Been too busy..." He repeated. Bif began to think of all the things he could have been 'busy' with, which depressed him more then he had initially been.
Gord understood and went to pay for what they had picked out.
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Bif walked along the terrace of Harrington House, thinking dully of what was in his near future. He scuffed his shoe against the wall, and cursed quietly.
His future? A cousin/wife who he would cheat on and would cheat on him, a big house, one or two bratty little snots of children, lots of money, and... and every thing else that seemed to come with being rich. And now there would be no Derby to keep his heart from sinking into darkness, to keep him warm, to remind him of why he was alive...
Nope. No Derby. No Derby Harrington. No short, grumpy, and semi-egotistical Derby Harrington. Who needed an ass like that anyway.
Bif smiled at the thought of Derby's ass. 'No, goddammit!' Bif thought 'Stop it! Stop thinking about him!'
"Hey fairy!" Bif nearly jumped at the voice. "What the hell are ya doin' here?" Bif shook his head, and finally left his thoughts. He faced the voice.
"What?" Bif looked around him, his face sunk. "Oh shit..." He stated quickly. He was deep in the depths of Greaser territory. Did he really zone out that terribly? He gave the red-haired Greaser a nervous laugh. Voices were coming from the Auto shop.
Vance rolled his eyes, and held out his hand. Bif looked at it for a minute, then reached out. Vance pulled his hand back.
"I don't wanna hold your damn hand! You gettin' outta this, means you gotta pay!"
Bif groaned as he pulled out his wallet, and handed Vance a twenty. The Greaser smiled, and turned towards the A.S. door.
"HEY JOHNNY!! LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT A VISITOR!!"
Bif growled, but when he heard footsteps, ran the hell out of there.
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Gord pressed the wet cloth to Bif's forehead and wiped the blood off his elders brow. He tried to smile, but it came out more of a pity-smirk. Bif was pissed as he observed his new and newly destroyed Aquaberry polo.
"Look," Gord started, "I know you have been having a hard time..."
"No! You don't have any clue! Night and day, day and night.. all I ever do is think of him. All I ever to is want him, need him. Goddammit! You have no clue!"
Gord's stare became cold, and Bif shifted in his seat. "What do you know."
Their eyes met. "What?"
Gord stood up, and walked to the door, "I've been in love, I've had my heart broken, I have been lied to. So don't think you are some rare case." And he slammed the door.
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Sorry it took so long. :c I have been semi-busy lately.
-Nae'Ka-chan