Since everyone seems to be such a fan of Charlie & Phil's relationship I decided to make an alternate story featuring them! Some only have subtle changes like this one but others will be completely different than tik tok. So pay attention! I want to thank you all for your support, it means so much to me! Peace&love. Sarah

"Hi, you've reached Dr. Stuart Price with Divine Dentistry, please leave a message after the tone."

"Congratulations, you've reached Charlie. Chances are I don't wanna talk to you right now, so just leave a message. Thanks."

"Hey, this is Phil. Leave me a message or don't. Do me a favor, don't text me it's gay."

"Hello?"

"Tracy, it's Phil."

"Where the hell are you guys? I'm freaking out."

"Yeah, uh listen," he paused. "We fucked up."

"What are you talking about?"

"The bachelor party the whole night got out of control," he paused again before dropping the bomb. "We lost Doug."

"What?" panic evident in her voice.

"We can't find Doug."

"What are you saying Phil? We're getting married in five hours."

"Yeah that's not going to happen."

Let's back up, shall we? Honestly I don't even know where to start. I'm sure you're wondering Doug is and how the hell did we lose him? And who am I and why should you care? I don't really expect you to but I can say this is one hell. So Hello I'm Charlie Shea, I'm 28 years old and one of three of Doug's best friends. Our other best friends Phil Wenneck and Stu Price grew up in the same neighborhood as Doug and I. We went to the same schools, and were always hanging out together since I moved there the summer before kindergarten. Even when it came to college we ended up at schools near each other. That meant every weekend we were together getting into trouble only college students could find. Actually Phil and I went to the same school and unfortunately I was the one who introduced him to his ex-wife. I'll explain that as we move along in our story. That's also how we met Tracy Garner, Doug's wife to be, she was my roommate and became my best 'girl' friend. Oh yeah did I forget to mention that I'm a girl? Sorry Charlie is short for Charlene, which I hate, or Phil likes to call me Chuck, which I hate even more. Anyway I used to be a huge tomboy. I lived to play sports and get dirty. It wasn't as bad in high school when I found some 'girl' friends but it wasn't until I met Tracy that I discovered my inner "hot chick" as Phil bullshit explanation goes. Ha yeah right, I just think I found a good balance of both. Now when Doug and Tracy started dating I was excited and a year ago I was really excited when they decided to get married. I was super excited when Tracy asked me to be a bridesmaid. But then Doug asked me to go to Vegas with him for his bachelor party I was surprised and so excited I could piss myself. And that is where our unfortunate tale begins, I should have known better than to get excited for this weekend, things tended to get out of control when Phil was involved. It felt like it took forever for this day to arrive but soon after I try my bridesmaid dress we shall be on our way to sin city.

I examined myself in the full-length mirror. The dress was a simple, black, strapless, floor length, with a beautiful crystal brooch at the left hip. I saw Tracy appear behind me in the reflection of the mirror. "I'm so pale, I need to get some sun while we're in Vegas."

"No you look gorgeous, Phil won't be able to take his eyes off you," she said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, "As long as he keeps his hands off me, we're all good."

"I don't understand why you don't just give him a chance."

"Because he's one of my best friends, I know how he is. He's all about the chase and once he's got what he wants he loses interest and leaves. I've seen it happen one too many times," I explained. Or because he already had his chance and he didn't want me then so why give into him now.

"Well what about Allison? He married her," Tracy offered.

"Yeah and now they're divorced. The only reason he married her in the first place was because he knocked her up."

"All right point taken," she said knowing better than to argue with me about this subject. "I'll go to the study to tell the boys you are almost ready."

"Yep, I'll be there in a minute." After hanging my dress up nicely, I put on my skinny jeans, tugged on my white t-shirt, threw on my floral kimono shrug, pulled out my mint green flats, and perched my white ray bans on top of my head. I was ready to roll. I found the study door and knocked. Tracy opened it with Doug behind her, hand on the small of her back. "You might want to wipe that lip gloss off before we leave. I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong impression of you in Vegas," I said with a smirk. His blue eyes got big as he swiped a hand across his mouth. I let out a laugh as he grabbing out bags.

"Hey Sid, I wanted to say thanks again for everything you're doing this weekend. We couldn't be more excited," Doug said as he shook Sid Garner's hand. To be honest Tracy's dad creeped out me a little but I gave him a bright smile and a thumbs up anyway to show my excitement.

"You love us. We love you. Terrific. Now talk to me about Vegas. Are you still sure you want to bring the girl?" Sid said but whispered that last part. Guess what? I heard anyways Sid and besides we were bringing Alan, Tracy's brother and I'm way better company than he is. I mean he's practically making out with the dog. Who in their right mind does that? I have to look away before I throw up...

"Taking the Prius to Vegas? You know when you go to Vegas, you gotta go to Vegas. She knows what I mean," Sid said. I actually didn't know what he meant I wasn't paying attention all I knew was the Prius is a joke. I'd like it be known that I totally advised against it, as did Phil but did he listen to us? Obviously not. Sid opened the garage to reveal a baby blue 1969 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet.

"No, Sid really?" Doug said at the same time I squealed, "It's so beautiful!" running a hand over the hood.

"Just make sure when you get there put some armor-all on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in," Sid said.

"I'll remind him Mr. Garner. Don't worry," I said before I could even think maybe I should just keep my mouth shut.

"Maybe she's good to keep around after all," Sid said looking at me and then adding, "Oh and don't let Alan drive. There's something wrong with him." Agreed but I kept that to myself because I think I just got on Mr. Garner good side.

"Understood," Doug nodded.

"Or Phil either, I don't like him," Sid whispered the last part to me and I couldn't help but snicker.

"I will be the only one driving this car," Doug said completely ignoring my disappointed look.

"Good and remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," Sid reminded us. Doug let out a nervous laugh but was cut off. "Except for Herpes that shit will come back with you."

Uhh Right.

"Do you have to park so close?" Alan asked from the passenger seat. We were sitting in front of the school where Phil teaches. I got stuck in the back, where I was pretending not to care that I would have to sit next to Phil for the next 4 hours or so it took to get to Las Vegas. I still have a hard time believing they let him mold the minds of young children. He really shouldn't even be allowed to have a child of his own because he acts like one. "I shouldn't be here," Alan was attempting to cover his face as if that would help, "I'm not supposed to be within two hundred feet of a school."

"What?" I saw Doug's eyes widen in shock. I just smirked back at Doug in the rearview mirror. I'd love to hear the story there.

"Or a Chuck E. Cheese," Alan added. Or maybe not I thought looking over to see Phil finally exiting the building.

"Hey Mr. Wenneck!" a chubby boy yelled to Phil.

"This is the weekend Budnick. I do not know you, you do not exist," Phil said holding a hand up to prevent further conversation. How does he not have the teacher of the year award?

"It's about time Phillip, remind me again why exactly you became a teacher," I asked closing the book I was unable to concentrate on.

"Shit," Phil said ignoring me to admire the Benz. Doug laughed at Phil's expression, basically a kid on Christmas morning sparkle in his eyes. "Nice car. I'm driving."

"No chance, don't step on the… god watch the leather," Doug yelled as Phil tossed his bag at me, stepped up on the car, and dropped into the seat next to me his signature cocky grin on his face.

"Shut up and drive before one of these nerds asks me another question," he said putting his arm around me. "Hey Chuck, how's it going? Looking good. Who's this?" He was the only who could get away with calling me that.

I removed his arm while Doug answered, "That's Alan, Tracy's brother."

"I met you like four times," Alan said.

"Come on Phil, how you could you forget Alan?" I said, seriously I don't think anyone could forget a freak like him.

I guess now would be a good time to explain the Phil situation. He's been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember. I can tell him anything and know that I won't be judged. I know that he has my back no matter what. Sure we bitch, bicker, argue, and insult each other and if anyone asked I'd tell them he's like a brother to me. That couldn't be farther from the truth. When he got his first girlfriend I hated her and I didn't really know why until it hit me a few years later. Long story short I was the last of us 4 to turn 21 so we all got extremely wasted and I ended up sleeping with Phil. Big mistake and of course it couldn't have been Doug or Stu so we could just forgive and forget. That's when I realized I didn't just have a crush on Phil, I was in love with him. I've never really forgiven myself for not telling Phil how I feel. I had the perfect chance too and I let it slip away because my insecurity got in the way. I met Allison in law school and when I introduced them to I knew right away he liked her. I also knew it would never and could never work out between Phil and me, we were meant to be just friends. However Phil wasn't ready to give up, even at his own wedding's rehearsal dinner he told me he would trade anything and everything to have me and that it was my last chance to accept his offers. I'd like believe it was the alcohol speaking. It wasn't so bad after that, he only made occasionally joking comments to me. Now that Phil and Alison have are divorced the perverted comments have been at an all-time worst.

We were headed to Stu's house to pick him up. "I think you should go to the door, I'm sure Melissa would love that," Phil turned to me.

"That's a great idea! Then Stu would get yelled at and not be able to go so then I'd be stuck with you," I replied to which Phil just chuckled.

"Are one of you going to go get him or not?" Doug asked impatiently.

Phil took matters into his own hands, "Paging Dr. Faggot…Dr. Faggot!" he yelled.