The Book

Cupcakes Boxing and Old friends (1)

This is just a bit thing. Setting is in Dubai, yes I do like the place. Really long chapter ahead. A bunch of confusing things and a shit load of typos. Purely fictional, none of the things are accurate except for the places...

And uhh Things.

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Desiree's P.O.V.

"And here's the last cake Fred" I told him, carefully lending over a cake that I just frosted.

"Thanks Dez, your mom said you can stay in the kitchen, there are some cupcakes that need to be frosted" He left to manage up front. I work in my mom's bakery sometimes, since it's spring break I decided to work since I'd be bored.

I finished up frosting the cupcakes when I got a message, it was from my bestfriend, Drake.

From: Lame Drake
To: Desiree
Need help. Important. Dcc five minutes. No I'm not having an attack. Come ASAP.

To: Lame Drake
From: Desiree
I'm not even gonna ask, gimme ten.

I took off my apron and grabbed a yellow v-neck and changed in the bathroom. I grabbed my bag which had my Ipad and Laptop, along with my phone and other crap I don't need.

He added the I'm not having an attack part since he often has anxiety attacks and asthma attacks.

"Mom Drake called. I'll try to be back before ten!" I yelled on my way out.

"Sure!" She said, still not moving her eyes from the bread dough that was slowly rising.

I walked to the nearest train station and rode on the line headed to Dcc.
(Deira city center)

My phone rang just as I went through the entrance.

"Where are you Dree?" I heard Drake ask from the other line.

"I just went through the entrance Dre, where are you?" I asked walking up to an escalator.

"I'm at starbucks, near the Cinemas" I heard some shuffling on the other end.

"Ok I'm coming" I hung up on him then proceeded to maneuver my way to the starbucks.

I was in front of starbucks, looking around for the dipshit I call my bestfriend.

Then out of nowhere BAM I'm on the floor and guess who jumped on my back.

"Drake you bloody idiot!" I cussed in spanish, I do that when I cuss so people don't understand. I was born in Spain and we spent the first five years of my life there so I still speak spanish, when I turned six we moved to the US. And when I turned twelve, we moved to Dubai. And here I am five years later... Still in Dubai.

"Hi Dree I'm so glad you could come!" Drake squealed like one of the wannabe Barbies in our school. Yes we look like weirdos, yes we're still on the floor.

I saw a guy awkwardly trailing behind Dre.

"Who's this Dre?" I ask while standing up and lending Drake a hand.

"This is why I called. This stranger that I found is a tourist and is lost. It is now our duty to reunite him with his family" He proudly said. Why is he so Damn proud?

"And your first reflex when you find a lost person is call me?" I sarcastically ask while eyeing the boy suspiciously. He could be a kidnapper for pete's sake. Why the hell would Drake help him?

He was about our age though so he can't be a kidnapper right? He was easy on the eyes. Brown hair and Blue eyes. He was lean nah scratch that he was way ripped, like me, under all my clothes I'm pretty ripped. I'm part of an MMA academy here in Dubai. He was wearing a skin tight shirt which clearly showed off his muscles. Nope definitely a kidnapper. He looked familiar though.