Peter stood, chewing on the end of his pen, watching the race take place on the screen before him.

'You alright Noel?' Carla goaded playfully as she entered the bookies.

'Aye, that's enough of that' Peter said, waving his pen at Carla as she smiled.

'I've just been talking to a very dissapointed, love struck young man..'

'Let me guess..Ciaran?'

'Yep. Looks like our dissapearing act didn't do him any favours anyway..'

'I told him she were a tough one to please' Peter said, cocking his head to the side.

'Well.. How do you fancy playing cupid with me?' Carla beamed.

'Erm..Not very much.' Peter replied, the idea not interesting him at all.

'Oh come on Peter, pleeeeease. I'm fed up of having to sit in the office with old misery guts and I'm pretty sure you're fed up of listening to him bang on about how much he likes her?'

'Yes okay, point taken. Well, suppose I did want to 'Play Cupid' with you, what would we do to make 'Chelle realise that she actually wants to be with him?'

'Okay well, hows about we leave them alone with a romantic dinner.. We could have rose petals..Candles..Slow music, the full works' Carla smiled, feeling quite proud of her idea, even if it was simple.

'And you're sure she'd like that?'

'She is me sister-in-law! Besides, cook that girl a good meal and she's anyones'

'Oh, I can see your relationship is just blooming' Peter laughed 'Okay then, I'll play cupid with you' He said, rolling his eyes, he didn't particularly want to do it, but if it'd shut Ciaran up then it was worth a try. 'Where will this meal be held anyway?'

'Ahh, that's the thing. I was hoping maybe we could do it at your place' Carla gave a little grin, waiting for him to give a reply.

'My place? Why can't we do it at yours?'

'Because me heatings packed in. Oh come on Peter, how can you step in't way of true love?'

'Fine! You can cook..yeah?' Peter asked as Carla's face dropped slightly.

'Erm, Do I look like a woman who goes home every night and puts on her apron?'

'Well I'm not that good at cooking either ya'know?'

'Oh Peter, I'm not asking you to be Gorden flamin' Ramsay, You just need to know how to work an oven'.

'Alright, Alright, Someone's a stressy little cupid in't they' Peter teased, grabbing Carla's cheeks and squeazing them. 'Ow!' Peter laughed, pulling his hand back and looking at the bite marks Carla had left on his arm as she smiled proudly.

'I'll meet you here at 7 okay? I'll bring the supplies and you can get the food seemings you'll be cooking it'.

'Yes Ma'am' Peter joked, giving her a salute.

'Finally, What took you so long?' Peter laughed seeing Carla struggling with the box she had in her hands, 'Ere, let me take that' He instructed, grabbing hold of the box.

'Well I 'ad to shake her off first didn't I? You think I'm determined? You want to see her, she's like a claustrophobic locked in a cupboard. Insisted that I go for a drink with her, I 'ad to tell her I was going to come and help you out with Si and his homework'.

'And she actually...Belived you?' Peter laughed in dis-belief.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Sorry just..'

'No actually, you're right. I don't think she believed a word of it, but oh well, It got rid of 'er.'Carla smiled smugly before prancing into Peter's flat.

'Oh that's it, give me a hand why don't ya' Peter called after her sarcastically.

'So then Gordon, what ya cooking up?'

'I've got alot of personalities ain't I, first I'm Noel, then I'm cupid, now I'm Gordon, who next?' Peter laughed.

'Okay then Peter what're you cooking?' Carla smiled, leaning over and trying to peek into the Fresco's bags.

'Well, I could either do citrus-seared tuna with crispy noodles, herbs and chilli or I could opt for the simple, yet lovable roast chicken dinner?' Peter suggested as Carla raised her eyebrows.

'Ohhh, I am impressed, and you say you can't cook. I can see the inner Gordon just waiting to burst out! I'd definitely go with the first one though, it's more apt with it being a fish n'all, ya'know Nemo' Carla winked. 'Besides, a roast'd take forever to cook'

'Good thinking, what supplies did you bring then?'

'Well, I've got some Lana Del Rey music, 'cause she's mine and 'chelles favourite' Carla explained as Peter nodded along, 'and I've got some lovely red rose petals with tea light candles and some red netting for't table and stuff, Ohh and I got these 'cause I thought they were dead cute like' Carla said holding up the love heart shaped wine glasses as Peter smiled along. 'And I got them a box of chocolates to share for after, So all'n'all, I think we've done a good job cupid' Carla said, holding her hand up and giving Peter a High-5.

'Right, The Dinner's in the oven..' Peter said, leaving the kitchen.

'And the sofa area and the table's set, I've set the bottle of red on the table, you're alright with that yeah?'

'Carla, I'm not going to be here, besides I can cope with seeing bottles ya'know, I do go to the pub everyday'

'..Course, sorry. Here help me throw these about the place will ya?' Carla directed, handing Peter a bag of rose petals.

'Right, then we'll dim the lights down, light the candles and we're set to trap 'em' Peter said whilst scattering the Petals around.

'Alright Peter, steady on,' Carla laughed, taking the bag of Petals from Peter's hands, 'we don't want it looking like they've just stepped into The Secret Garden'

Peter chuckled, handing Carla a lighter as they began to light all the candles up. 'Right, and we are..' Carla began, turning out the lights, 'Done' she stated proudly.

'Well Cupid, I am impressed' Peter said, putting his arm round Carla's shoulders and looking round the room at their creation.

'Right well, I'll send a text to them both, then our work here is finito!' Carla smiled, taking her phone out.

'Hello? Let us up Carla' Michelle said through the buzzer as Carla let them both up. 'Erm, what the hecks this?' She questioned, taken a back by the room full of rose petals and candles.

'Something is smelling fantastic' Ciaran beamed, knowing exactly what Carla and Peter had done.

'Courtesy of Gordon here' Carla laughed, nudging Peter with her arm.

'Right you've got citrus-seared tuna with crispy noodles, herbs and chilli cooked up in the oven, so help yourself to that when you want it'. Peter smiled, as him and Carla both began to put their jackets on.

'Woah, where are you two going?' Michelle laughed grabbing hold of Carla.

'Suprise' Carla grinned, putting her hands in the air before darting out of the door.

'Carla? Carla! Urgh, I knew she was up to something, since when did she do 'homework'' Michelle rolled her eyes.

Ciaran grabbed Peter before he walked out of the door and spoke into his ear 'Cheers bud' You sure you don't want to join us, Double date like?' Ciaran winked.

'I think I'll skip mate, there's only enough for two, make the most of it' Peter chuckled, patting him on the back before leaving the flat.

'When I get me hands on her, she's dead'. Michelle said, opening the bottle of wine.

'Awr, come on. Look at all the effort they've gone to, Let's not let it go to waste aye?' Ciaran smiled as Michelle gave a small chuckle.

'Suppose not'.

'Right then, now what do we do?' Carla laughed.

'Well, That fish and chippie is calling our names.' Peter joked, nodding his head towards the fish and chip shop.

'Oh, Go on then' Carla smiled, linking Peter's arm as they walked towards it.

'So then, tell me something about yourself.' Peter said as they sat down on the bench outside Audrey's with the bag of chips that they were sharing.

'Like what?' Carla chuckled.

'Anything'

'Erm..Me favourite colour's red?' Carla mustered up, trying to think of something that she could say.

'I could tell that about you.. Mine's blue'

'What do you mean 'You could tell that about me'?' Carla laughed, shifting on the bench so she was facing Peter more.

'Well you're no where near a predictible person, but I can just tell a few things from your personality, that's all'

'Oh yeah, Like what?' Carla laughed, now curious.

'You're more of a dog person than a cat.' Peter stated as Carla nodded with a smile. 'Your favourite princess is snow white' Peter said as Carla grinned.

'I can even name all 7 dwarfs' Carla stated smugly as Peter laughed.

'You much prefer bad boys than good'

'Oh, You can't have that one! Anyone could tell that just by looking at me history with 'em' Carla chuckled.

'Erm, You prefer winter to summer'

'Oh definitely, I can pull of boots much better than sandals' Carla winked, continuing to eat the chips.

'You prefer Halloween to Christmas, and Bracelets to Necklaces, and you'd rather be beautiful than skinny'.

'Oh Definitely, you can sort your body out easier than you can ya face, somethings are just not reparable' Carla laughed shaking her head, 'Though I suppose eating chips don't help matters'

'Well luckily for you, you got the jackpot. You're both beautiful and skinny' Peter smiled as Carla looked down blushing.

'Shut it Barlow, you did an'all, you're good looking and you're lovely. That's a rare thing to find in a guy ya'know.'

'Well, I'm flattered.' Peter laughed, 'Come 'ere you look cold' Peter smiled pulling Carla closer to him and putting his arm round her as they looked up at the stars.

'Are you sure you're not Gay?' Carla asked, breaking the silence.

'No!' Peter chuckled.

'Too bad. I've always fancied meself having a Gay bestfriend ya'know'.

'Well unfortunately, I can't do the Gay part, but we could definitely give the bestfriend bit a go'.

'I thought we were already there to be honest' Carla smiled, leaning her head on Peter's shoulder.

'Right then, It's final. Carla Connor is mybestfriend' Peter smiled at the statement.

'It sounds alot better for me ya'know, being able to tell everyone that Noel Edmonds is mine' Carla said as they both chuckled, still looking up at the stars.