Hey everyone, I want to say thank you for wanting to check out my story. First of all, this is my very first Hangover story so please bare with me. I don't own anything in this story except for the OC and some of what happens, but of course not the parts that I included from the movie to help me write different parts. I love this movie and I normally don't write stories based off movies, but I decided that I would try with this one. I hope you enjoy it!

The Hangover Part 1

Chapter 1: The Trip

"I can't believe you're getting married," Doug's younger sister Angela said, shaking her head with a laugh.

"I know, right?"

"I'm really happy for you. Tracy is great."

"Tracy is wonderful. I love her a lot," he spoke with a smile, thinking about his future wife.

"It shows," she smiled.

"Angela, I wanted to ask you something. Would you like to go to Las Vegas with my friends and I?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's better than staying here being bored."

Angela laughed. "Sure, why not."

"Great, we leave tomorrow."

Angela stood at the end of her bed, placing the last three pieces of clothing into her bag. "This trip should be interesting," she thought aloud, zipping her bag closed before grabbing it and made her way out of the room she was staying in for the weekend. She went down stairs, meeting Doug at the front door.

"Let's get the show on the road, shall we?" he said, holding his bag at his left side.

"Let's."

The two said goodbye to family before walking out of the house and to the Mercedes parked in the driveway with Alan, Tracy's brother already sitting in the passenger side.

After some time, the three were on the road. Alan was absorbed in his book that he brought with him to teach him all about playing cards. Angela sighed, she knew it would be a bad idea if they let Alan get anywhere near gambling, she knew he would most likely get them in trouble because he would get caught doing something that would probably be illegal somehow. Her gaze landed on Doug whose eyes were glued to the road, making sure to stop at every stop sign and looking both ways. Alan's father let them take this car as a special treat and Sid told both Alan and Doug to take good care of it. "Where are we going?" she wondered, not knowing who they were picking up first.

"Going to pick up Phil," Doug replied, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

""Phil, of course," she sighed, leaning back in her seat placing her hand on the side of her head, leaning on it slightly.

"Are you still pissed at Phil for what happened at that party?" Doug asked.

"Not pissed," she answered. "I just don't like him."

"Oh, come on. Phil isn't a bad guy," Doug told her.

"No," she shook her head, "he's just a sleazy, cocky arrogant douche."

"Ouch," Alan spoke up. "That would hurt my feelings if that was me you're talking about."

"Be glad it isn't," she glanced at him.

"Can you be civil with him when we pick him up?" Doug asked her.

Sighing, she nodded while she kept her eyes on the road knowing Doug was staring at her through the rear view mirror again.

Several minutes passed and they soon arrived at a school. Doug parked in front of it, waiting for Phil to come out. "Sometimes I can't wrap my head around the fact that Phil is a teacher," he heard his sister say.

"He's great with kids," Doug said, knowing she wasn't talking to anyone in particular.

"I don't think he should have became a teacher. Phil... he just doesn't like other kids. He may like his own, but others, you can forget it," she said truthfully.

"I shouldn't be here," Alan spoke up, his hand covering half of his face.

"Why's that, Alan?" Doug asked, staring at him.

"I'm not supposed to be within 200 feet of a school or Chuck E. Cheese's," Alan stated.

"What?" Doug gave Alan a blank stare, not sure if he was hearing it right.

"Wonderful," Angela mumbled, slouching down in her seat while crossing her arms.

"Nice car!" a male voice said from a few feet from them, walking up to the car.

"Whoa!" Angela raised her arms up in a attempt to stop a bag from hitting her. "Dude, do you mind?" she looked at Phil in disbelieve.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Phil apologized, now stepping upon the backseat door to get inside, not bothering to open it.

"Watch the leather!" Doug spoke loudly at Phil.

"Shut up and drive before these nerds ask me another question," Phil said.

Angela sighed, shaking her head. Just like I said. She thought to herself while Phil took his seat before they began driving again to pick up another friend.

The trip to Las Vegas was long and tired-some. Phil drank some beers, trying to convince Doug to let him drive, while Alan read his book and Stu sat in the backseat telling Doug that Phil was their designated drunk driver. Angela kept quiet most of the time, not wanting to get in the middle. She wanted to get out of car and get to the hotel.

The sun was just setting by the time they got to Las Vegas. It was beautiful in Vegas when the sun set and the lights on the buildings around them began to light up, making it hard to look away at first. Doug reached Caesar's Palace and got the car parked before they went inside to get settled in.

"Holy shit!" Phil said with surprise, walking into the suite they paid for the night. "This is Vegas!"

"Wow," Angela blinked, stepping inside. "Unbelievable. This place is bigger than my apartment."

Doug laughed. "This is one suite?"

After checking the place out, they all found their rooms and got settled in.

"Ready for some fun?" Phil called out, walking out of his room with a beer in hand and a smile plastered on his face.

"What's your definition of fun, Phil, a good time at a strip club?" Angela asked seriously.

"Hey," Doug eyed her.

Phil turned to face her. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing. Forget it," she said facing away from Phil.

"Come on, let's go!" Stu stood up from the couch and headed toward the door.

"Time for an unforgettable night," Doug said to his friends.