It Takes Two –
IN THE JUNGLE
It was fair to say that this year's show had been one hell of a ride. Sinitta Malone screamed the jungle down. Mark Wright found he could flirt his way to runner-up. Pat Sharp had been crowned King.
The end was upon the camp, and the celebrities had packed up and headed back to civilisation one by one. The crew had long since gone home. Now there were only the Presenters in the studio awaiting their transport.
Thirty minutes had passed when the boys first started to worry. This is happened before, only last time they were only waiting ten minutes. Ant was pacing back and forth across the wooden pine of the studio floor. Out of the two, Ant was most certainly the worst when it came to worrying.
"Ant."
The mention of his name had no effect as he continued to frantically pace and mutter incoherent words.
"Anthony McPartlin!" Dec had been reduced to shouting at his frustrated co-worker and best friend. The sound of his full name brought Ant out of his reverie. He abruptly halted and turned to face the culprit.
"Declan" He replied with a charming smile. Dec glared at the younger man who was clad in a purple cardigan, a blue under shirt and dark blue jeans. Let's face it Dec thought to himself, Ant would be lost without me.
The sound of a shrill ringing stopped what was sure to be an intense conversation about how a grown man should dress himself. Dec answered his IPhone, throwing a glance over to Ant before walking off to a more private area.
"Declan Donnelly here"