"I promise" [Phan]

the party

Dan swung his feet back and forth, sitting on his bed and waiting for the punk boy to arrive. He knew this day wasn't going to go well, but he tried not to think too negatively. The days had gone by so quickly, which wasn't really a good thing for the pastel boy because he hoped he'd just die before the event.

Eventually, the older boy arrived. He wore a black sweater with some band on it, black ripped skinny jeans, black shoes, piercings and a little smidge of eyeliner. Knocking on the door, he waited for the other to answer. He could tell Dan didn't want to go to his friend PJs party, but maybe he'd enjoy it. Maybe PJ wouldn't get too drunk this time, since at most of his parties he would.
"H-hey..." Dan muttered as he opened he big oak wood door, a small smile on his face. Phil smiled, knowing the other boy really didn't want to go to PJ's party, he wasn't really sure why anyone would want to go. The only reason Phil went to every single one was to get wasted with his friends. This time, though, he would try not to this time. At least, not as much,

"Princess — I know it's scary, but I told PJ not to invite loads of people and get too drunk like he usually does. He's a nice person, I promise. And I'll stick by your side the whole time." Phil handed Dan some purple tulips. His favourite. The brunette blushed a little, taking the flowers from Phil and nodding. "T-thank you... I've just..never been to a party. You'll keep me s-safe, right?" He muttered, the punk smiling and nodding.
"Of course I will, now we should get going. PJs house is very close to yours so are you okay with us walking?" Phil asked, wrapping his arms around the pastel boy. Dan bit his lip a little, thinking for a moment before nodding.
"I-I'm..okay with that, yeah."

Once they finally reached PJ's house, Phil gently knocked on the door, the loud music blasting out of the open windows. Clearly, there was at least 20 people in there. Which, for PJ's parties, was pretty small. The curly haired boy with bright green eyes opened the door, smiling brightly at the punk.
"Heey Phil! I wasn't sure if you were coming or not. And this is?" Pj turned to look at the pastel boy, Dan biting the inside of his lip gently and looking down slightly.
"His name is Dan" Phil smiled softly as they entered the medium sized house. It wasn't too big, it wasn't too small. Medium. Though, what was big, were the shot glasses on the massive round table in Pjs living room. They were like super-sized shot glasses. The punk boy frowned a little — his friend had promised they wouldn't drink too much, though he obviously broke that promise because there was clearly bottles under the table attempted to be hidden by the chairs.

"Have you ever drank before?" Phil turned his head slightly so he was looking down at the smaller boy, his arm still softly wrapped around him for comfort. The boy shook his head, replying with a simple "no." Phil grinned a little, reaching over and grabbing a bottle of vodka and one of the over sized shot glasses. "Do you want to try a shot?" He smiled a little wider. It wasn't like Phil wasn't going to drink, because he was Phil— whenever he went to a party, no matter who's party it was, where it was or why it was happening he always got very drunk. And, when he was drunk, he wasn't the nicest person. But at this time, he didn't really think about that.

"No... I'm okay" Dan smiled a little, looking down at his hands and fiddling with his fingers nervously. Phil frowned a little, taking the bottle of vodka in one hand and his other wrapped around Dan as he began to walk to try find a quieter place. Though, usually at PJs house nowhere was quiet.
"Is here okay, princess?" Phil gestured to a slightly quieter place, although there were PJs friends there and they weren't exactly the nicest of people. Dan slowly nodded, but all he really wanted to do was go back home. He didn't even want to attend the party in the first place, but he was stubborn and wanted to try even though he knew it would end badly. Things always ended badly for him.

Before he knew it, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Phil not bothering with the shots anymore and just drinking from the bottle. Most of his friends were gay, it was pretty obvious since they were all grinding against each other, except for Phil though, who was still siting by Dan.
"Heyy baby, I'm just gonna go over to Pj okay you stay here I'll be back in a sec" Phil slurred his words, already drunk but this was only just the beginning. Dan nodded and watched as he walked away, sighing and looking down at his fingers.

After a couple of minutes, Dan felt a finger lift his chin up and look smugly into his eyes.
"Well who's this pretty princess then?" The familiar curly haired PJ smirked down at Dan, slowly moving closer to cup his cheeks. Dan instantly pulled away, feeling butterflies in his tummy. All he wanted to do, was be at home.
"You're playing hard to get, eh? Why is it always the cute ones who don't wanna have some fun?" This boy was clearly drunk, his words slurred so much it was like he didn't even know how to english. Dan felt tears form in his eyes, but he looked away so the other brunette didn't notice. He was terrified, to say the least.

"C'mon you little whore, follow daddy I'll take you someplace special, we'll have lots of fun~" Pj whispered in his ear, placing his hand on the younger and clearly scared to death boys inner thigh. Dan bit the inside of his bottom lip, wanting to cry so badly. He was...angry at Phil. He was angry at him for taking him there, though it really wasn't his fault. Dan could tel Pj was getting a little frustrated, so he pulled Dan closer to him by his choker and pressed their lips together. He then moved his hands down to his hips and began lifting up his sweater. By this point, Dan had to say something. He couldn't just sit there and let this boy do this stuff to him.

Dan pulled his lips away and tried to push the older boy off him but he wasn't strong enough, and before he knew it PJ was pulling down his skirt. He couldn't hold it back anymore, as he felt tears trickle down his cheeks he covered his face with his hands and hoped he could just die right there.
Suddenly, he heard Phil come over and hoped that he wouldn't be too drunk and would just leave with him. Of course that's not what happened, though.
"Damn princess, you never told me you had such a nice body" Phil slurred his words, smirking and moving PJ out the way so he could touch him.

"G-get off..me..." Dan stuttered, pushing Phil away, happy it actually worked this time. Before he knew it he was back at his house, crying loudly into his pillow.