"What?" Kennedy asked.
"I have a girlfriend," Willow replied. Kennedy just sat there staring at her as if she was speaking another language. "Say something."
"Is that what you came to tell me, that you have a girlfriend?"
"No, of course not. I came to see you. To...to see how you are."
Kennedy scoffed and stood, beginning to pace. "So, why would you even bother telling me?"
"Because...I can't have you looking at me the way you do, making me feel the way you do. I'm gonna be in Cleveland for a while and I can't do that." Kennedy scoffed again. "I just needed to see you. I guess I needed closure. You just left before. I..."
"I just left before? What about you? You walked out. You went off and did your little magic experiment. We had a life together. A life I was very happy in...and I thought you were too. ...I guess not."
"That's not fair, Kennedy. You told me to go."
"Yes, because I really wanted you to," Kennedy was getting more and more agitated and upset by the minute.
"Fine," she stood, "you know what? This was a very bad idea. I should never have come here. I should have known you would still be as stubborn as ever. I don't know why I bothered."
"Yeah, I don't know why you did either."
Willow rolled her eyes at the woman and scoffed. "Fine, I'm leaving."
"Fine," Kennedy spat sharply. Willow just rolled her eyes and left. Kennedy picked up the candle that was sitting on the end table and threw it at the door. "Damn it!"
Kennedy stopped crying and Faith pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she said to Faith.
"No, it's cool. I know how much Red means you. Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I just need to get my head straight. I need...I don't know."
"Maybe you need Red."
"No, definitely not. It's becoming more and more apparent that she is exactly what I do not need." She wiped the rest of her tears off with her sleeve.
"Okay...so, what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I've been living back at my parent's New York summer house. I just...I don't wanna go back there. There's nothing to do." She chuckled, slightly.
"How about you stay here?" Kennedy looked at her. "I don't think Red's staying, Brat. I think she said she was just here to get everything in place then she was headed back to where ever the hell she's headed back to."
"Probably back down to Phoenix to see her parents. She visits them around this time of the year." Faith looked at her weird. "What, we were together for over a year. I know these things."
"Okay, cool. So, you can just lay low until she clears. I'll cover for you. ...Just don't cry again."
Kennedy glared at her. "I'm not ever gonna live that down, am I?"
"Not with me in your life." Kennedy rolled her eyes.
Willow sat alone at a table in the café, holding tightly to her coffee cup. She was thinking about what she always thought about... her Slayer. She missed her. They had been apart now for about four months and Willow missed her more and more everyday. She felt as if Kennedy was the last person who she would ever be with.
She had just finished her brief stint in the Himalayas about three weeks ago and now here she was in this little area in Ontario, Canada. It wasn't very large...in fact Sunnydale would have been a bustling metropolis compared to it, but for right now it was home. All she could think about when she moved from place to place was how she had told Oz that time in his van that night that she could never live like he did, from place to place. She laughed.
Then, realizing the laugh had been out loud, she looked around to see if anyone noticed. She looked to both sides of her and neither the young couple or the lonely old man appeared to have noticed. She was about sigh in relief when she looked forward and saw a beautiful blonde woman smiling at her.
'Oh, no,' Willow thought. 'She's coming over here.'
"Laughing at yourself?" The blonde woman asked.
Willow blushed. "No, I um...I was just thinking and the thought was ironic and irony's kinda funny sometimes. You know?" She smiled, awkwardly.
The woman laughed. "You're right. It is." There was a pause.
"Hi," Willow said.
"Hi...do you mind if I join you?"
"No, no. Please, do." She motioned to the chair.
"Willow." She outstretched her hand and Belle took it.
"Nice to meet you, Willow."
"You too. So...do you come here a lot?"
"Everyday. My father owns it. See." She pointed to the older man standing behind the counter. "That's him."
"That must be nice. Getting to see your dad everyday, I mean." She took a sip of her coffee.
"It is. After my mom died my dad really didn't come out of the house a lot. So, it's nice that he's back out again."
"How did you um...mom die?" Willow asked.
"Leukemia. She was diagnosed when I was a kid. She fought it all the way. What about you? Are you and your parents close?"
"Not so much. My mom and dad have also kinda been off doing something with there jobs. It's fine though. I was always taken care of."
"Where do they live now?"
"In Phoenix by my aunt. I visit every year around the middle of the year."
"That's cool. So, when did you move here?"
"A couple of weeks ago. I was in the Himalayas...and Sao Paulo before that." She became noticeably sad.
"Something bad in Brazil?" She asked.
"Girlfriend of the ex variety."
"I'm sorry. I know how that is. My girlfriend and I split up like a month ago. We weren't that close, but it's still sad.
Willow double-took. "You had a girlfriend?"
Willow walked into her hotel and instantly walked to the phone.
'God,' she thought. 'Why does she have to be so damn difficult?'
She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hey, baby, it's me. Just calling to check in."
AN: I went back and did something that may help those of you that were lost. This story takes place in one time and there are kinda like flashbacks. I always start the chapters with the "present" time part then move to whatever memory I need conveyed at that point in time. So, on to how I fixed things to help...I put two lines between when I switch into different time periods and one line to signify a change in scene or a time lapse in one of the flashbacks. Hopefully, this author's note clarified some things for you. I wonder if you're all thinking, "Why in the world doesn't she just keep it simply?" laughs menacingly That wouldn't be fun...for me mostly. (The parts about the two lines doesn't apply here. Sorry, it's for readers at the other site I post at. ...but I still need it formatted so...)