&& kiss the girl, bianca and volchok

[Bianca Williams]

Bianca held onto the baby carrier with one hand, the other arm holding her Louis Vuitton baby bag as well as her purse. With a pair of Chanel sunglasses perched on top of her head, she resembled that of a perfect Newpsie. She was already falling into the routine, as much as she'd claimed that she wanted to be nothing like her mother. Eighteen years old and she was already married with a baby, living in Newport Beach. She turned down her dream college so she could stay at home and, in return, spent most of her afternoons with "the girls" having brunch and chatting it up with the Newpsieweds. She was by no means a "newpsiewed", seeing as how she and Nick had been married for quite some time already, but that was besides the point.

Walking into the Crab Shack, she got that quick jolt to earth that she'd needed. Noticing Kevin sitting at the counter, she slowly made her way over to him, placing the baby carrier on the counter first in order to releive herself of the extra weight. "Hey, can I have an iced tea please?" She asked the waiter, who needed in response. Bianca took off both Louis Vuitton bags as well before slowly turning towards Kevin. "Hey," She looked down at her daughter; the daughter who was probably there because Kevin had helped her that day. Bianca still held resentment towards Nick for that. Two men had helped their daughter's birth and neither of them were her daughter's father. No, he was too busy doing God knows what.

"Kevin, I.." She quickly began, but was stopped when the man placed an iced tea in front of her. "Thanks," She thanked him, once again turning her attenton back to her ex-boyfriend. "I wanna thank you.. For everything you did for me that day. My...My daughter could have been born in a hotel elevator if it weren't for you. You really stepped up and helped me when I was a nervous wreck," She sighed somewhat sadly and shrugged once more. "Thank you,"

[Kevin "Volchok"]

He was sitting at the counter eating a Turkey Club sandwhich and reading the latest surf article printed about him in some magazine. He picked up his glass of Dr. Pepper and took a few sips from that, he then sat that down and felt a presence next to him. Well, the fact that the person had put a baby carrier on the counter next to him with an actual baby in it was also another reason he felt a presence. Volchok looked to his right to see Bianca Williams, his ex-girlfriend standing there. "Hey," he gave her a silent 'whats up' nod then started eating some of his fries.

The next few things that Bianca had to say to him delt with the last time they saw eachother, when he helped her get out of the hotel and stopped elevator. She started thanking him "Thank you," he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't mention it...and you don't need to thank me" he said seriously as he glanced back up at her for a few seconds, he then looked back down at the surf magazine he was previously reading.

[Bianca Williams]

"Don't mention it...and you don't need to thank me"

Brooklyn began to fuss, starting out as soft whimpers before eventually wailing out a cry. Bianca sent Volchok a small smile before turning back to her daughter and carefully lifting her out of the carriage. "I know I don't need to, but.. I want to." She admitted almost shyly as she sat down on the stool next to him and began to gently rock the little girl in her arms. "You're the reason that she's here right now.. She's alive and healthy," Bianca looked down at the little girl. Dark hair like both of her parents, bright blue eyes like her father, and already had small dimples forming like her mother. She was definitely going to be breaking hearts someday.

"I know that you don't..Think very highly of me anymore," She began, referring to how the two could never seem to uphold a civil conversation unless they were forced together in some sort of a tragedy. For example, the earthquake. He'd gone to see her just to make sure that she was alright, even though the duo claimed to hate eachother. In all honesty, Bianca would have done the same for him in a heartbeat. "But that day was really hard for me.. I'm eighteen and I was alone and in labor.. I didn't have my friends or.. My parents.. Or Brooklyn's father there by my side," She let out a soft sigh and slowly nodded her head. "And it could have potentially been a lot worse if you hadn't done what you did," Bianca leaned over with her free hand and gently rested it on top of his for a second. "So again..Thank you," With that, she removed her hand and adjusted the tiny little bundle in her arms.

"You wanna hold her?" She asked curiously.

[Kevin "Volchok"]

He listened to what she was saying but he really wasn't viewing the situation as high as she was. The reason the baby was there to him was because of Nick helping most of the creation and the doctors delivering the baby, period. Everything else that happened in between to him was null and void, kind of like he never existed and Volchok actually liked it better that way. He was getting into this state where he didn't want lots of attention, him being a pro surfer would make that hard. He knew that came along with that line of work and he loved it sometimes but other times he hated it.

As soon as he went to say something back to Bianca a kid of about 10 years old came up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Volchok...oh man, you're the best surfer out there! I-...wow, I just wanted to know if I could get your autograph" he then watched as the kid handed him a note pad and a pen. "Whats the name, Kid?" he asked simply, after the kid told him his name Volchok autographed it and handed him the pen and pad back. He watched as the kid ran off to wherever it was he had been only moments before.

"You wanna hold her?" he shook his head at her question, kids may have been a fan of his but Volchok wasn't a fan of theirs. "I'm good" he said then ate some more fries without giving Bianca or the baby a second glance.

[Bianca Williams]

She slowly nodded her head and continued to gently rock Brooklyn in her arms, knowing that it was probably about time for the little girl to nap. With that thought, she slipped her back into the carrier and carefully covered her with a blanket. "Go to sleep, angel.. Daddy'll come get you soon so mommy can get a break," She promised as she leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead. With that, she turned back to Volchok, her jaw somewhat clenched.

"Do you dislike me or something?" She asked in her usual impatient voice, her hand resting on her hip. "Because I thought we were friends. Are we not friends, Kevin?" She questioned, honestly completely confused.

[Kevin "Volchok"]

"Because I thought we were friends. Are we not friends, Kevin?" he heard all of Biancas questions and he smirked, he didn't know the friends thing was such a big thing to her. He really never saw them as friends or anything really, not since she cut him loose, well, not since he cut himself loose from her. Either way, he didn't have a label for them...they just were what they were. "I don't know..." he said honestly with a shrug. "All I know is that I don't hate you..." thats all he could really offer her up because thats all he had.

Volchok finished his food then pushed the plate away a bit and started to finish off his drink. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a 20 dollar bill, he dropped it down on the counter then put his wallet back. He knew his meal was only about 10 bucks at the most but hey, he was a generous tipper. He could feel Bianca's eyes on him and he looked over at her. "What?" he asked, he really didn't know what more she wanted from him.

[Bianca Williams]

She heard his 'what' and snapped her head up. "I wasn't looking at you, actually," She nodded towards the person in back of him, which just so happened to be her husband. Bianca's dimpled grin immediately widened and her face lit up as she quickened her pace and practically launched herself into his readily open arms. She giggled softly to herself and pecked his lips before wiggling herself out of his grasp and walking him over towards Kevin. "Kevin, this is my husband Nick. Nick, this is...." Bianca paused. So much for simple introductions. "This is my.. Uhm...This is Kevin Volchok. He's an old friend," She settled finally, her eyes downcasting away from Kevin and onto the carrier that Brooklyn was currently in.

"He was there with me when I went into labor," She moved the blanket up on her little girl in order to make sure that she was still at a comfortable temperature before turning back to Kevin. "I was actually just thanking him,"

[Kevin "Volchok"]

He smirked as he saw her walk over to what was obviously her husband, he then saw as the waitress brought back his change. He grabbed that and put it in his pocket and heard what she said, trying to introduce the two. Volchok wanted nothing to do with Bianca's 'family', he didn't even really think he still wanted anything to do with her. "Kevin, this is my husband Nick. Nick, this is...." he laughed a bit to himself as she struggled to find the right words to introduce him, he shook his head. Once she got it out he shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled his hummer keys out.

"I was actually just thanking him," he shook his head once more. "Like I said before, you don't have to thank me...I'm gonna go.." And with that said he grabbed his surf magazine, turned, and walked out of the crab shack. Volchok wasn't in the mood for old ass bullshit, she knew he never wanted to meet her husband and yet she introduced them anyways. He hated that about her, she did things without thinking. Yeah he helped her get to the hospital but he didn't want recogniztion for that. He really just wanted to be left alone.

Once he got into his hummer he started it up and pulled out of the Crab Shack, he started driving towards one of his surf buddy houses.