Dan

So here I was first night of Glastonbury festival with my best friend Phil and our other friends PJ and Chris. We were all jumping to the ear shattering music when I turned round. "Where's Phil?" I shouted down PJ's ear. PJ shrugged and smiled, continuing to dance.

We were all a bit tipsy and I was seeing double. I had to steady myself as I pushed through the crowd looking for him. "Phil." I screamed but I knew he wouldn't hear me. I felt a knot in my stomach. I know he's not 3 but he didn't normally react well to high pressure situations.

He could barely ask someone to move out our seats in the cinema let alone know what to do if he got lost. I can imagine him having a panic attack right now. Another thing with Phil; he likes to think that everyone is lovely but doesn't realise when they aren't. Even though I loved him for this, it did make him an easy target. What if someone had zoned in on him and… I didn't want to think about it.

I kept pushing till I almost got through the crowd and headed towards our tent. I blindly made my way through the dark and the mud. Till I found our tent. I zipped open the door, "Phil?" I said a little too loudly, my sound perception still out from how close we were to the stage.

To my relief he popped his head out, whacking it into mine. "Phil! Ouch!" I said grabbing my head.

He had the dopiest grin on his face. "Dan!" He cheered grabbing me and pulling me into the tent so forcefully that I fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, "Thanks for finding me."

"Phil!" I yelped, "I need this thing called oxygen." I gasped. He loosened his grip and I rolled to his side and onto the side wall of the tent.

"Wow this is a small 2 man." I said as I moved slightly closer to Phil.

"Yeah," Phil agreed, "And PJ thought we would get all 4 of us in here." He chuckled. I smiled, you don't often get to see Phil this drunk. "Dan?"

"Yes Phil?" Knowing he was going to ask a stupid question and this would go on for an hour or two before he passed out.

"Why are you so pretty?" He blushed.

"Ha, no I'm not you've got the wrong person." I smiled.

"No, you're really attractive Daniel and I really like you." He blushed brighter.

"Come on, Phil you better go to bed, you don't know what you're saying." I laughed it off.

"Yeah I do, Dan I want to be with you." He grabbed onto my shirt and started to unbutton it.

"No Phil!" I pushed him back, and buttoned up my shirt, "You're drunk, go to sleep." I said quieter feeling bad for pushing him.

He gave me a hurt look and closed his eyes. I felt like I should stay with him because otherwise he would get up and go walkabout and end up killing himself somehow – knowing Phil. "Dan?" Phil said after 5 minutes.

"Yes?" I sighed, opening an eye to see him smiley and looking like an over-excited 5 year-old.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I guess." I sighed again.

"Can you sing me a song," He looked over with Bambi eyes, "My mum used to when I couldn't sleep."

"Can't you hear the music?" I laughed.

"Yeah but can't you sing with me." He looked up through his eyelashes.

"Phhhiiiillll." I groaned. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" he said innocently giving me the look.

"What song?" I sighed.

He thought for a moment, I stared at the top of the tent, "Umm what about…"

I waited for him to finish the sentence; when I looked over. He was zonked out.