Phil's POV

"Dan. Dan. Dan." I continuously said as I poked Dan's shoulder. "Whaaaaaat?" Dan asked. "I'm booooooored." I said. "Okay, and?" Dan asked. "Entertain me!" I yelled, and Dan smirked. "Okay." He said, and put his hand on my side, and I squeaked a bit. "Dan, no!" I shouted. "Why not?" He asked, pinning me down. "Because you know how sensitive I am." I said. "That's why I'm gonna tickle you." He said, and I squirmed a little bit. "No, don't." I pleaded. I watched Dan slide his hand down my side, and I started to giggle. "Awwwwww, you're so cuuuuuuute." Dan teased as he wiggled his fingers on my tummy, making me squirm and shriek with laughter. "Shuhuhuhut up!" I laughed, trying to get away. "Stop squirming." Dan said and grabbed my feet, and my eyes widened. "D-Dan, n-n-no!" I shouted. Dan started lightly tracing circles on my sensitive sole, and I lost all ability to fight back, all I could do was laugh, but after a few minutes of this childish torture, my entire world went black.

"Phil, Phil wake up!" Dan shouted, shaking me. "Huh? What happened?" I asked. "You passed out, I guess I went a little too far this time." Dan said. "Oh, well that's okay, cause I'm getting revenge." I said. "Wh-what?" Dan asked. "You heard me." I said, straddling his hips. "I'm getting revenge."