A/N- Since I have been getting so many hateful reviews I would like to explain something. No, Phil is not dead. I will not tell you why they said he was dead.
I've never read any fanfiction on the hangover so if there are any similarities between mine and another author's that is a complete coincidence.
Now please, try to enjoy.
A few days earlier
"No, No, NO!"
"Aw c'mon, it'll be fun!"
"There is no way in heck I'm wearing that!"
Phil leaned over the couch his friend had tucked himself behind. He smiled broadly, his perfect teeth glinting in the little light of the room, "Pleeease Alan~" He made his best pout-y face.
Alan huffed and drew himself further behind the couch. After a few seconds he gave in.
"You stink Phil!" he growled. Standing up, he climbs carelessly over the couch. With a glare, he snatches the attire from the taller man and moves a few feet away to get changed. The minute he reached for his pants, Phil hurries out of the room.
"So, did he agree to the terms and conditions?" Doug looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see Phil quickly closing the door behind him. They were in Alan's house. Doug had pulled over two chairs to sit in outside the door. A few moments ago, they were having trouble convincing Alan to open it and get into the clothing they had brought.
"Yep, everyone," Phil smiled as he pushed his hair back.
"Even the suit?" Doug raised an eyebrow.
"Even the suit," Phil confirmed. He took his seat next to him. He let out a relaxed sigh as he propped his feet up on Doug's lap. Doug glared at him disapprovingly, which of course, Phil ignored.
The room quickly got heavy with silence, but not the comfortable kind; the awkward kind. A few minutes of shifting in his chair, Phil decided to break the quietness.
"Cant believe I won those tickets."
"Yeah, what were the odds again?"
"Ninety six million to one," Phil smiled once again, showing his perfect teeth.
"Wow."
"Yep."
"All done."
They both looked up to see Alan in a dark blue suit specially suited to have no pockets, just incase he decided to bring something.
Phil smiled once again and wiped a fake tear from his eye, "my little boy's all grown up!" He reached an arm around a snickering Doug, "we did good hun."
Doug shoved him away and gave him a "really dude" glare.
Alan pulled out his man purse-I mean satchel and threw it over his shoulder.
Doug immediately got up, sensing trouble,"Whoa, what's that?" He pointed an accusing finger at the bag hanging loosely at Alan's side.
"That's a satchel Doug."
"No satchels."
"But it's where I keep my-"
"Stuff," Phil stood up, "you're not going to need that."
He crossed his arms and stood in front of Alan; a warning sign.
"But Stu said I could!"
"When did I say that?" Stu walked over from the kitchen to finally contribute to the conversation. He stood next to Phil, but his expression was more of confusion then irritation.
"In your sleep. When I asked you."
The three of them stopped for a second to stare at him. Alan did not waver in the slightest.
He shook his head back to mimic Phil's hairstyle, "I'll wait for you guys in the car. Go Wolf Pack!" and scurried off.
"Why did you invite him!" Stu glared at Phil.
"He's our friend, I couldn't just leave him," He leaned against the wall and looked down at Stu his warning expression now on Stu.
"He's delusional! I think I heard Tracey say he's escaped from several hospitals!"
"Really?" Doug chipped in.
"That's cool," Phil grinned.
Stu glared, "That is so not cool!"
Doug and Phil shared a look, and then nodded, "yeah, it is."
"Fine, but I'm holding you responsible Phil if he drugs us again and we end up killing someone!"
"Oh c'mon! We searched him," Phil cooed as he puts a hand on Stu's shoulder, squeezing slightly, "besides, we're going on a cruise ship. What's the worst that can happen?"
"I could be left out in the sun to long-again," Doug spit out sourly.
"See, worse case scenario, Doug gets turned into a human lobster." He slaps Stu on the back reassuringly.
"I don't know about this, when the four of us are together we tend to ruin our lives in any way possible," Stu rubbed where he was slapped.
"Fine. Stay home Dr. Faggot, " he started walking away, a small grin on his lips.
"Ok! I'll go!" Stu groaned, rubbing his temples, "on one condition."
Phil looked up, "what condition?"
"You're bunking with Alan."
"…Deal."
It took them a few minutes but soon they were ready to go. Phil decided he'd rather have a beer then drive for a couple hours so he was squeezed in the back of his camero with a snoozing Alan. Stu sat next to Doug, reading some manual he had picked up in his office. Doug was of course, left to drive.
Alan had his eyes closed and was slowly inching his way into cuddling with Phil, but for every inch Phil moved two more away from him.
"Aww, I think he likes you," Stu mocked.
Phil gave him the finger and a flash of a smile. He shoved Alan back onto his side of the camero.
"How close are we Doug? He growled, keeping his glaring eyes locked onto Stu.
"Uhm, 'bout an hour."
The three of them groaned. Alan's snores got a bit louder as if to match them.
"Get comfy guys," Phil said, "for this is the only rest were getting- the rest is non stop Alan drug free partying!"
Doug and Stu grinned and fist bumped.
Alan snorted.
A/N- Please give me your ideas to what they should do on the cruise ship. I need help coming up with this stuff. :D
