Ant and Dec Prompts

I'm scared of the dark

"Why couldn't they just deliver the food? I don't care if you were busy, Chinese place, it's your bloody job to deliver food, not force people to go out and collect it themselves in the dark and freezing cold!"

Dec ranted to himself while walking the streets of Newcastle. It was near midnight and the Donnellys had been forced to order a takeaway at the last minute because their food was inedible. Someone had forgot to set the timer on the oven and ended up burning the roast. That someone also earned himself a huge shouting from his parents.

That person was, of course, Declan.

"I don't see why I had to go and collect it. Well I do, but STILL! They already shouted at me, like, ten times. What did they want me to do? Why did they give me the job if they know I always mess it up? They could've asked someone else - they had six other children, and for what reason? Obviously to get them to be your slaves, but you don't pick on the baby of the family! And anyway- "

Dec was cut short the sound of footsteps behind him.

He whipped round to see a figure dressed in black running straight at him at an incredibly fast speed. He froze in fear and was unable to move. All he could to is watch the figure get closer and closer. He quickly looked around, he was alone, there was no one around to help him.

The figure however, didn't even seem to notice Dec and ran straight into him, knocking him to the floor. He let out a shrill, undignified scream.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He shrieked, his voice echoing through the empty streets.

Dec stared up at him, eyes wide.

The man noticed his fear and hurriedly explained, pulling Dec to his feet and apologising profusely, "I am so sorry, I didnt see you and you just scared me and I'm running because I'm really afraid of the dark."

Then he added, seeing how panicked Dec still was, "I'm not going to kill you or anything."

"Oh... well...ahem" Dec cleared his throat, hiding his embarrassment. He then eyed the man. "How are you afraid of the dark? You look about the same age as me."

He feigned indignation, "What? Can't I be afraid of the dark? I'm sure I'm older than you anyway, look at you, you're such a small maaan!"

"HEY!!" Dec stepped forward and pushed him. "I'm just small for my age. I'm actually 18."

"What? You don't look it. I'm 17."

"Who's the small man now?" Dec laughed. "This is weird, I'm talking to - wait, I don't even know your name."

"It's Ant," he said. "Short for Anthony David McPartlin." He stuck out his hand for Dec to shake, who gladly accepted.

"And I'm Dec. Short for Declan Joseph Oliver Donnelly. Well, Ant. Sorry, I can't stay and talk, I've got to go. I hope we bump into eah other again though. Then we have to get to know each other, it'll be a sign." Dec winked at Ant before walking in the direction of the food place. He's cute, Dec mused.

Ant laughed as Dec walked off, his smile fading as he realised he was alone again, in the dark. He had to get home. He broke into a sprint, trying not to look at the monsters that could be lurking under the hedges and in the shadows.

His heart beating out of his chest, he ran as if his life depended on it. He sharply turned a corner and slammed into yet another person.

"Ant," a familiar voice said. "I think we need to stop meeting like this."