Kane nodded writing the address down in his phone quickly, "Sure he will like to get out and he misses you as much as I do so I have no worries that he will love to go on a walk and I hope you feel better... have you been to the doctor yet?" he asked her seriously. He hated to hear that she wasn't feeling well. He wasn't the same guy either... much more broken now.
"Thanks. I did some work with some artists in London, too. Not Coldplay yet but I'll make that happen," Willow shrugged before taking her hand back to answer a text. "Uh, off and on a month?"
Honestly she blamed the stress of her job before shaking her head. "I don't know...there's this little nature walk not too far from the new place. Meet me there with Rambo in half an hour?"
Kane smiled, "Your an amazing writer... how about we go to my hotel and you can see Rambo and we can talk.. no food involved so you don't get sick... how long have you been sick?" he wondered outloud and left a tip for the waitress even though they hadn't stayed to eat. He held Willow's hand in his, "its been too long... have you... I don't know... found what you were looking for?"
"Fine, maybe somewhere without that bloody smell," Willow said looking to him when he took her hand. "You don't need to do that. Maybe just a picnic. the leaves are lovely."
truthfully she didn't feel good and wanted to lay down. This might be hard on both of them.
"Um, I'll tell her to play nice but there be drama. she's in theatre costume...She loves drama. That's why I'm here, I'm writing the songs to a musical."
Kane sighed, “we can go somewhere else I just want to talk darlin’ I miss you.” He muttered taking her hand in his. He looked good...better than he had been. “I’ve missed you more than you know and let Rachel know that I’m not a dose of drama...I heard that before she hung up the phone. It wasn’t too nice but then again, it’s Rachel.” Kane knew the girl was a little jealous of Willow.
"It smells like blood pudding in here. Like someone left a tomato to rot," Willow muttered. It happened at the restaurant at the airport, too. Standing up looking for the bathroom she groaned. Whatever bug this was bad to go.
After finding the bathroom and throwing up she groaned. She didn't even bother sitting down.
"I can't do this, sorry. I have only a few hours before I get sick again...and...I can't."
"Is something wrong?" Kane asked seeing the look on her face. "Do you not like this place? Should I leave?" He asked worried that he was the problem. It had been three months and he missed her more than anything, hell he had flown four hours just to see her. He had no other business in Boston... it was just for her. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked her seeing her turn a little green.
The smell was awful? What was that? It had to be something with tomatoes, but it smelt rotten.
Puzzled by the strange nuances she followed back to where the hostess lead him. Seeing him again was difficult but she missed him as her friend. "Hey."
She said simply sitting across from him going for the water. The smell was bothering her, making her sick.
Kane texted her, "Theres an italian place called Giani's... meet me there, back table." He sent it and decided to get dressed to go to lunch with her. He had gotten a small nap and he understood her jetlag... he had had it before himself. Once he was at the restaurant he waited on her, he had told the waitress a girl named Willow was coming for him.
It took an hour to respond after the text but she was only waking up, then throwing up, and some strange pain. Looking to her phone she almost forgot about that.
'Sorry, jetlag. Name the place and I'll be there.'
There would be some pissed of fans, she was lucky she wasn't burned alive though she had to deactivate for a while and then forgot to reactivate. Twitter was basically dead to her as well, only to follow those she worked with and liked, getting a follow back.
Four hours later Kane texted her, "I'm in Boston, getting a hotel so Rambo can rest, were do you want to meet for lunch." he texted her with a smiley face. He was wearing his ripped jeans, a white t shirt and his brown leather jacket. No hat this time even though it was fall and a little chilly outside. "My treat." he texted her back, and waited on her to text him.
"We wanted different things. He wants the traditional road and I'm not ready for that yet when I thought I was just realized that too late," Willow answered dully. "I have a huge headache and exhausted. I'm going to sleep."
"Maybe I'll just take a peek at those lyrics," Rachel couldn't keep the same attitude as before.
"Then I'll look at your costume designs," Willow countered before going to her room.
"I'll be there in a couple hours... bringing Rambo or he might kill me in my sleep... I love you... see you then." He said before hanging up and heading to Boston. Rambo was more than ready to go, she was his favorite person besides Kane.
Rachel turned to Willow, "So Kane Brown is still calling you.... what made you not marry him again? Whats wrong with him?"
God, that voice. She kept away in London for a bit longer to wrap up lose ends, as well as not go back on her decision. If she wasn't around, then she didn't have the ability.
"Um, a visit couldn't hurt. I mean, I'm here consistently for a week before we're going up the East Coast," Willow kept her voice casual before chuckling. "I miss him, too."
"Um...you have some mouth wash in there, right?" Rach asked suddenly.
"Yep...enjoy yourself that is one great toilet," Willow replied before turning her attention away. "I'm going to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Text me when you're close and we can try lunch."
"Hey Willow." He muttered into the phone, it was Kane... "I wanted to know if I could come see you since you said your back in the states... I have a couple free weeks and I miss you." He muttered sighing, Rambo barked in the background, "Rambo misses you too." It had been three months... three long months. Kane had changed more than she knew... he was a recovering alcoholic now...
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