My Ex is my Bestfriend

The week passed by in a blur. And I said, in a blur, I literally mean it. I mean, I can't remember what I was doing. It was as if someone's playing a role as Cassidy Johnson and the original one is just watching at the sidelines. Is this the Ethan effect? God! I even had a name for it. Help me. And it's saturday today. Thank you for that!

So my usual Saturdays include a jog out at the park, some fitness workout I've donwloaded on google play store, and some cleaning and a lot of anime, manga, and facebook videos. Haha isn't this familiar? Yeah don't care. And yes no social life. Pathetic. Sad life for me.

I checked myself on the mirror if I still lool like I haven't slept for a week. Yep, I've got dark circles on my eyes. My eyes are becoming murky gray no, maybe because of crying or just lack of sleep? Hair? Check perfectly arranged. And some lip tint on, because my lips are as pale as snow. And by the way, I don't take a bath. I usually prefer bathing right after my workouts. I've got my favorite playlist on, and off I went.

You know these are the times I wished I have companions. No, I think I want a dog, to keep me safe against aggressive ones I always encounter. I think I just need some knight in shining armor. Haha crazy.

I reached Central Park, where I usually take a breather. My phone suddenly vibrated.

*Ethan Garcia calling*

"Cassidy! "

"Yeah? And why are you up early? "

"*chuckles* Where are you? "

"Central Park. Why? "

"Ha! I was right! "

"Wha-" and someone just hugged me from behind. "Hey-"

"Cassidy. "

"Ethan." The way he says my name sends shivers through my body. This guy. "Why are you here? "

"Eh? Keeping fit and healthy, just like you."

I released myself from his hug and looked at him. "You don't have work? "

"I've got days off during weekends. " I eye him suspiciously. "What Cass you don't believe me? I promise I'm telling the truth! " He raises his right hand as if he's pledging at me. I laugh at that.

"You wanna race? "

"Ethan, we're not supposed to race! This is jogging! "

"Loser's gonna pay for breakfast." And he took off like the Flash. I follow reluctantly and ran as fast as I can.

We were panting heavily when we reached the Fountain Square, apparently just two kilometers away from Central Park.

"You lost Cassidy. Let's go get heavy. "

"What? Could we rest for a bit? "

"We can rest there. "

"Where? "

He took my right hand and guided me to a two-storey building.

"Rita's? " Rita's is a commercial building. On the first floor is a convenience store and a restaurant. On the second floor are rooms for rent. All owned by apparently someone named Rita.

We went inside the restaurant. We had bacon, eggs and fried rice. It appears we still have the same food preferences.

We ate silently. I can't be bothered talking to him because I'm busy shoving food into my mouth. I'm super hungry and I don't care if he judges me. I just barely put my utensils down when he said, "You done? Let's go? "

"Where are we going? "

He pointed his fingers up while saying, "Up. "

I looked up, watching the ceiling confusingly. He probably became impatient because he pulled me towards the stairs.