"I promise" [Phan]

fine

"You did not win!" Phil insisted playfully, a giggling Dan sitting next to him and nodding.
"Yes I did! You're such a sore loser!" The pastel boy continued to giggle gently, happy that he won for once since most of the time he'd loose. Then again, there was only two of them so it wasn't like it was a hard game.
"Whatever, I'll win next time we play" Phil huffed, playfully crossing his arms. He didn't mind that he lost really, he just liked seeing Dan all giggly and happy. It made him happy to see the usually sad boy happy, which was weird because most of the time Phil didn't really care about others feelings.

At this point, Dans mother came home with a small smile on her face when she noticed the two boys.
"Hello, how are you both?" She asked politely. His mother was fine, she wasn't the nice typical mother who would invite you in for a cup of tea and have a chit chat, if anything she was the opposite since all she really did was drink. Although she did try to seem nice when she actually cared. But she wasn't mean to Dan, she was just fine. That's the only word he could think of to describe him. His father, on the other hand — if he never had to see that man again, he would choose not to. That man who calls himself a father was anything but nice. Ever since Dan was 10 years old, his dad would come into his room and touch him inappropriately. Since he was little, he wasn't really sure what was wrong with it. But when he turned 13, and his father began doing even more sexual things to him, he knew it was wrong and wanted that stupid man away from him.

The thing about Dan, though, was that he was too scared to do anything about it. If he told his mother, she wouldn't probably care. She'd be to drunk to care — stupid parents.
"We're fine." Dan mumbled, his eyes fixed to the ground. That word - fine. It always seemed to pop up in conversations with his mum.
Phil noticed something was off, biting the inside of his bottom lip gently and looking up at his mother who just fake smiled down at him and made her way to the kitchen — probably to drink until she fainted. Phil looked over at the pastel boy and sighed quietly, moving a little closer and placing his finger under his chin, moving his head so he was looking at him.

"Hey..I know you don't go outside but...there's some place I really wanna take you and I promise you'll be safe it's a very cute place please, Dan." The pastel boy thought for a moment — though his thoughts weren't very clear. He couldn't think straight. The idea of going outside again terrified him more than anything else.
"Um.." he mumbled, thinking for a moment before slowly nodding.
"Okay...but only if you promise."

"I promise"