Chapter Eight: Sunburnt Favors

We rushed over to the hotel, wasting no time on anything. We need to find Doug, and we needed to find him fast. I coudldn't wait for a fucking elevator, so I ran up the stairs. I had so much energy, I felt like that Energizer Bunny with the fucking black drum and sunglasses. Anyway, back on topic.

Running towards the door, I kicked, yes kicked, the door down and scanned the roof. I headed towards the front, checking, while the others check amongst their own thoughts. All I could wonder is how bad Tracy was going to kill me, and how Em must have been freaked out.

"HEY! I found him!" screamed Stu from the opposite side of the building I was on. Running, I got over there with Alan and Phil to find a sunburnt Doug with a satchel around his arm. He was groaning about how much he hurt.

"Doug." I said, patting his head lightly. He groaned. "Are you alright?"

"Never better, Parks. Thanks." he replied, smirking at me a bit. I smirked right back. "But you know what? I woke up a few hours ago to find this," he said, showing the satchel, "that happens to have over eighty thousand dollars worth of poker chips in it, plus a Kanye West backstage pass."

"Ah, Doug. You missed the party." I smiled as I said this, leaning back against the wall he was sitting on.

"Lets go get you married."


We got on the road, Alan calling in a favor and delievering tuxes to the guys. I had my dress, thank god it was okay, and we changed on the way there. I decided since I fucked up about everything, I would get Tracy and Doug another wedding gifts.

The seating arrangement in the car: Phil was driving with me next to him on the passenger, Alan was behind Phil, Doug was in the middle, and Stu next to Doug. He finally got cooled down after the worst fucking sunburn he's ever gotten. I dialed a number quickly on my phone, the ring making me go crazy.

"Hello?" asked a familiar voice, the voice belonging to the rapper I called just a few hours ago. I smirked.

"Hey, it's Parker again."

"Oh hey! What can I do for yah?" asked Kanye, curiousness in his voice. I smirked even more.

"Think you can pull off a quick concert?" I asked meekly. A laugh came from the reciever.

"Tell me the time and place, Parker, and I'll be there." he replied, laughing a bit. I gave him Sid's address and hung up, not after thanking him though.

"Parks, who the hell was that?" asked Doug, obviously curious about why me and Phil weren't in a verbal MMA. I shrugged and glanced at Phil who was smirking.

"You'll see, it's part of my wedding gift." I replied, rubbing my neck from the soreness. Damn, everywhere still hurt. Even my lips were bruised.

"Okay, what the hell is up with you two? Normally you're arguing." said Doug, scratching his burnt chin. Phil and I glanced at each other, nervousness evident in our eyes.

"I've been wondering the same exact thing." added Stu, now increasing my nervousness.

"You're not gonna like it Doug." said Phil, keeping his eyes on the road as he went of 90 miles/hour. Doug glared at him.

"What the hell did you do, Phil?" he asked, stilling stroking his chin, but with a more aggressive way. I sighed and shook my head. "You're not dating her again, are you Phil?" Damn him. Damn you Phil fucking Wenneck for being so sexy. This is why I hated/loved Phil and I's relationship, Doug could see right through our liess and cover ups.

"I told you. You didn't like it." said Phil in a meek tone. Stu smirked a bit, leaning back against his seat. Alan started laughing.

"I knew it all along! Hah, classic." he mumbled, rubbing his hands on his scruffy beard. I turned back to see, instead of finding a really pissed off Doug, a very happy one.

"Well thank god for that! I thought it never happen again!" said Doug, clapping his hands together with glee. I about choked on nothingness.

"You wanted this to happen?" asked Phil for me, glacing at Doug through the mirror on the car's top. Doug smirked.

"You think I didn't want it to happen. A) Em's going to have her father. B) You two are made for each other. C) Phil, you made a fucking mistake you should pay for. She knows plenty of methods of torture she's tried on Alan over the years." Phil glanced at me, amused.

"I tased him in the balls." I said triumphantly. "Then after that we made out." Phil chuckled a bit as Stu gagged.

"Okat, eww! I do not need to know that." he gagged, breathing in a heavy breath. I smirked at him.

"And we really never needed to know that the fucking devil doesn't like cemen! That's one of the things that I remember, you said she grossed out by cemen!" I screamed, fist pumping as Stu turned red. Doug and Phil laughed, along with Alan chuckling a bit too. The car ride home was the best, I think. In under two hours, we made it too the start of hell all over again.