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"Done." I announce as I walk back to the kitchen.

He's sitting on the bar stool, swiping the phone screen furiously, which I know by heart that he's playing Fruit Ninja.

"Good. I've already told Cass I'm busy today so," he puts his phone on the kitchen island, now focusing on me.

"Okay."

Another rule for our friendship day and that sacred one-pass-a-year; nobody interrupts us.

I figured the only person who would do that in my life is Mom and May but they both have their life to live, so nahhh, no need to inform them about this. We don't even contact each other every day. Being best friends doesn't mean we have to talk every day.

"Let's have breakfast, shower, then go to the park. Okay?"

"Okay." I grab the omelette and squirt some ketchup on the side, "What time did you wake up?"

"Six."

Wow that's early. Though he does wake up at 6.30 every morning on weekdays.

"What time did you sleep?"

"I don't know, around 3. Maybe."

I nod a couple times, munching the omelette without aski