“Alright…alright…. I love you too, dad” Celine swung her restless gaze. She walks out of the house.
“Huh..huh” Lucas hums with a smile, he has a luminous glow of happiness. Celine giggles rolling her eyes “They love killing my vibes” She whispers walking out of her door.
“Was it successful?” A voice screamed.
Celine cocked a brow in surprise as she jumps suddenly, she placed her hand on her chest region, widens her eye, and let everything in her arm down. She sighs with a smile as her visage moved to Emily, a childhood friend.
“Oh my fucking gosh, you startled me. You sounded exactly like Captain mum.”
Bianca stoops and picks up her surfboard.
“Oops! Im so sorry, I didn't mean to. So who's ready for the surf party?”
“Will you keep it down? Huh…too lousy!” Celine aggressively runs her hand through her dyed red hair.
Emily shot her a disgusted glare, “That's harsh, gal.”
“Whatever!!”
They both had mellowed dialogues, heading to the beach.
Lucas beams, watching Bianca saunter with her friend, Emily until the distance is obscured.
“They grow up so soon,” Lucas mutters with a smile, his eyes, and nose crinkling.
“She's exactly like her mother, stubborn and cute….that reminds is she still asleep? We need to discuss.” Lucas whispered to himself, he checks his cell phone, and his eyes gaze shifted to the tracking apparatus “Alright!”
He walks to her room door, quiet mumbles escape from her bedroom. He sneakily opens the door. He glimpses Bianca seated on the floor with a picture in her hands.
“It's been just twenty years without your presence but it feels like thousands of years. ” Bianca mumbled, fixing her visage at the picture. A tear fell on the picture.
Lucas barges in with a straight face, he became disheartened when he had a closer look at Henry in the picture.
“I can't believe you are still after that riff-raff. He causes nothing but trouble, pain, and anxiety.” Lucas scoffs.
Bianca turned to him, her brows cock in surprise. She shrugs her eyebrows as their eyes met.
“How dare you speak of Henry in that manner?… What gave you the audacity to barge into my bedroom?”
“Would you ask the same question to Henry if he was in my shoes?” Lucas questions, he folds his arms on his chest with a flushed face.
Bianca squint her eyes, and she raked him in disdain. She lays on the bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling “Lock the door behind you, mister.” She hits Henry's picture on her chest.
“I…mister? I lived as your husband for precisely twenty years, your daughter calls me her father.” Lucas belted tracking her gaze.
“Husband, my foot! You agreed to all these out of sympathy and I pay you monthly for pretending. You aren't my husband, keep that in mind, buttface!”
Lucas hunchs his shoulders, shrinking back.
“How disheartening! Talking rashly isn't as painful as looking down on a poor innocent man.” Lucas confessed. Bianca wasn't moved by any of his words, her heart kept on singing Henry's praises.
“I agreed to this because I love you…I love you both. You guys are my only family.” He stared fixedly.
“Whatever! Just get lost” Bianca yelled, she plunged her eyes back into their sockets.
“You are shameless! Still after your best friends man. I wish Celine doesn't grow up exactly like you.”
Bianca rolls out of bed
“What!” She shot him a disgusted glare.
“You are getting on my nerves, mister. Leave while I'm still suppressing my unquenchable anger.” she shakes her fist with a tight-lipped smile.
Lucas turns around, he deeply sighs, switching the doorknob.
“Speaking of Celine, where could she be?” Bianca inquired.
“Uhm….Celine. Heh” Lucas looks up, he blows up his cheeks, tightening his lips.
Bianca creases her brows facing him.
Bianca's eyes widen, and she stands up promptly
“Lucas, my baby isn't home, right? Where is Celine?” Bianca fixed her glare at Lucas with a clenched fist.
At the beach….
Glasses clicks, giggles and merry filled the beach. The loud audible rock music made it almost impossible to hear from another person.
“This is great, Celine. I never knew the party would be such a blast.” Emily yells, waving her hips as she walks closer to Celine.
Celine gulped from the bottle, and she stood staggeringly.
“I am the party animal here, babe. Now let's get surfing!” Celine said gulping from another bottle, she paid some peanuts to some guys and she was free to use that arena till her satisfaction.
“Geez! You look tipsy, I don't think you should surf” Emily advised, she sat close to Celine.
“What?…. Are you out of your senses? Oh…I understand. You are so jealous because you aren't as influential and rich as me” Bianca directly scoffs, she puts on her surfing suit.
“Whatever! Just don't do anything you would regret.” Celine walks away.
“Good day ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying the feast card emulated by Miss Celine, our babe. Our lucky gem Celine will now surf with Jones. The loser will give out 200,000 dollars to the judge.”
“Whoaaa” the crowd cheered.
The rock music continued, and Celine rushed to the riverside so as her opponent.
“Will you surf with these? Crazy bitch” Jones scoffs, pointing at Celine's feet embodied with white sneakers.
“Oh, do you think I would?”Celine chuckles, she pulls off her sneakers, trembling as she threw them to the congregation, a lot of people rushed towards them fighting to have the sneakers. Jones glared at the congregation with rage in his eyes.
“Bianca! Bianca!” Everyone hails. They were given a specific short surfboard.
“What were you saying, Jones? I am gold, every bit of me is made of gold and what can a plastic-minded man do about it? Cry at night?” Celine chuckles.
“Heh… everyone is here to watch you whereas they will all watch me win. I will catch the big wave and get back my stolen title.”
“Look here, little guy. Im not trying to hurt you but your dream is too big. This island is mine, my mother owns it all giving useless and poor people free accommodation. You should be bowing not looking into my eyes with rage.”
“I make the rules here, it's best to know your place on my island before you speak shit!” Celine confessed, She says her hair aside.
“This competition isn't about the island, it's about the best surfer…which is me! Meet you at the bottom of the ocean, punk!”
“What does that mean?” Bianca said to herself.
“Alright, guys. The competition will start at the countdown of five.” the coordinator ordered with a microphone.
Bianca grins, and she hits her surfboard to the ground. “You are going down, loser”
Jones gnashes her teeth.
“Five…four…three…two…”
Bianca became tipsy all of a sudden, she knocks her head “Get it together, gal. I have to win.”
“One!” A gun shoots in the air. Bianca pushes her surfboard into the ocean, she hops on it beginning to surf.
“Whoaaa!!” Everyone cheered, watching them. Most of the youths record the moment, encouraging the contestants.