“No fucking way!” That was the same answer I’d been getting for the past four days when I tried to persuade him. He was pretty adamant his answer would be no and his stubbornness was starting to really piss me off. I run my fingers through my shaggy blonde hair in annoyance, “But Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiian”. When in doubt…whine. The brunette shook his head and stalked out of the bedroom, causing my to flop back on the bed with a growl of frustration. For my birthday, Daphne had given me three tickets to go to this years Download festival in San Francisco. I already promised Daphne we’d take her, after all, she’d shelled out hundreds for them and now I’d taken it upon myself to try and persuade Brian. Only the old fart wasn’t having any of it. So, I picked up the telephone and typed in the number I’d learnt off by heart, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. Brian looked up at me, trying to mask his curiosity as to who I was calling. “Hi Debbie!” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Brian move so fast as he did to grab the phone from me and hang up. If Debbie got involved, then he’d be in for it. “No Debbie! And I’m still not going!” he growled, confiscating the phone from me as a teacher would, my pout was all I could give him. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to invite Michael. Just think, alone in a tent for a week. Probably completely pissed…” His eye twitched slightly at that thought as I tried desperately hard not to snicker at his clenching fist. “You wouldn‘t!” he hissed through gritted teeth; my blonde eyebrow raising. “C’mon Bri, I mean it won’t be that bad. It can’t be like you’ve never camped before…” Judging by the look on his face, I can tell he hasn’t and my jaw drops. What kind of childhood did he have without camping? No, wait. Don’t answer that! I nod, “Well there’s a first time for everything so come oooooon”, I whine, putting on the puppy eyes with fake tears that I know Brian will fall for, he can’t stand it when I cry. “Oh fiiiiiine”, he relents in the end causing me to tackle him back onto the bed happily. Kissing him hungrily I pull back, yanking the phone out of his grip and hitting speed dial #2 aka, Daphne’s house, “Hey Mrs Chanders, Daph there? What? Oh yeah, I’ll be seeing you in a week. Yes ma’am, I mean Janie. Daaph! He’s coming…” I had to hold the phone away from my ear as my best friend’s shrieks echoed through the loft, my lover rolling his eyes at the somewhat childish antics of us both. I don’t think he’ll survive the festival if he thinks we’re bad.