|Waking Up In Vegas
Author: Gee-KayLady PM
Another 'Doug's sister at the bachelour party' story. Phil romance. I suck at summeries but it'ss good so please read :Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Phil W. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 34,451 - Reviews: 26 - Favs: 54 - Follows: 63 - Updated: 10-22-12 - Published: 06-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7133827
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Hey :) I'm sooo disappointed at the lack of Hangover fan fiction, so I'm doing one :P Phil is so hot so I'm gonna do a romance for him and follow the script as close as possible but add my own story so you're not just reading the film :D and in this version Phil's wife and child don't exist so the OC plot is easier. Anyway I don't anything accept my character Rachel Billings so far.
8 years ago in high school senior year
It was ten minutes until the limo came to take them to prom. Rachel Billings was in her room applying the last touches to her makeup. Her twin brother Doug was at the door of her room talking to her because she was not going to let him in. She wanted to make a grand appearance for him, and her best friends Stu Price and Phil Wenneck, both of whom were going solo. Actually, Doug was the only one who had a date. He had finally got the courage to ask out Tracy Garner.
She looked at her reflection one more time. Her dark brown hair was half up and poofed slightly, the rest of it falling back down past her shoulders. She admired her pleasant figure in her dark blue skinny, slinky dress with glitter sparkling all over it. She leaned in one last time to check the silver eye makeup above her impressive chocolate eyes, different to Doug's deep blue ones.
"Hey, Rea? Hurry up; the limo'll be here any minute." Doug said for the umpteenth time.
"Ok, ok." Rachel called, once again looking at how stunning she looked, "just go into the living room with the others and I'll be out in a minute."
She heard her brother leave into the hallway and headed for the door. She took a deep breath and brushed creases from her dress. Reaching for the door handle, she hoped she would impress her crush Phil Wenneck. She was so upset that he hadn't asked her to go, but she was determined to get at least one dance with him tonight. Standing at the corner to the living room, she turned into the open doorway, leaned against the frame and threw her arms out.
"Ta da!" She said stepping into the room fully. Tracy and Doug who were sitting on the black leather sofa, looked at her and their jaws dropped, Stu who was pacing since the limo was late, removed his hand from his face and smiled at Rachel, whom he was so used to seeing in just jeans and tees. Finally, Phil, who was looking out of the window, turned and saw her. His mouth hung open and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked completely, breathtakingly, beyond belief beautiful. He had tried to ask her to prom on multiple occasions and ask her out for years before hand, but had chickened out because she and her twin brother were his best friends. She looked at them expectantly.
"So, what do you think?" she asked. Everyone nodded their heads.
"You look so pretty, Rae." Tracy said, beaming. Doug nodded in agreement. Rachel then looked at Stu.
"You look really great." He smiled. Then, lastly she gazed over at Phil, who was speechless for a moment then nodded.
"You look beautiful." He muttered with a small smile. She blushed, feeling triumphant as the doorbell went and the limo driver was let in by Doug and Rachel's mom. The five teens lined up along the wall as Mrs. Billings took photo after photo of them until finally she let them leave in the limo.
When they got to the hotel their school had hired out for the prom, they got out, eyes wide at the beauty of the place. Exotic plants had been situated everywhere and there was a picturesque water fountain in front of the building. Vines had been wound around the double doors, which were wide open revealing a long red carpet into a spectacularly lit hallway. Doug took Tracy's arm, which had the floral wristlet on her wrist and escorted her in. Stu and Phil, who were both solo, looked at Rachel, who smiled at both of them, and extended one arm to each of them. Phil on her right arm, and Stu on her left, they went into the disco themed hall together. The music was blasting and a lot of people were already dancing. This included Doug and Tracy who went straight to the dance floor. Rachel went and danced with some of the boys she had turned down in the hope that Phil would ask her as she was too popular for her own good and she would be the first person to tell you. Stu hung with some guys he knew briefly from his medical classes and Phil stayed put with a class of punch at the side lines. He was very popular with the ladies and could've had his pick of any single lady (and some of the attached ones) there but he was completely entranced by the one lady he thought he could never have. Rachel was now spinning and twirling with her brother whilst Tracy was giving Stu some attention. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Every time she stumbled, laughed, was spun around, helped Doug out with his two left feet, he was watching. Phil had had such deep feelings for Rachel for so long, but tried so hard to suppress them. Then, after a while of watching, he found looking just wouldn't do it for him anymore.
One dance couldn't hurt he thought. He walked over to where Doug and Rachel were dancing and cut in, smirking. Doug was a little reluctant about giving her up to Phil as he knew how Phil was with girls (although Rachel was technically half an hour older than him and he knew Phil wouldn't hurt her) but he did willingly let go of Rachel allowing Phil to step in. He wrapped an arm tenderly around Rachel's waist and the other took her hand in his. She put her other hand on his shoulder rather shakily and she could feel colonies of butterflies in her stomach but she was so happy right now that she didn't care. She had always cared very deeply for Phil, more deeply than any of her other friends. Looking into his sky blue eyes as they began to move slowly, Rachel's smile shrunk from a 'having fun grin' to an 'intimate beam'. Phil looked down at her as he acquainted himself with her shape. He realised how she was looking at him and, in relief, smiled at her in the same way whilst looking into her deep chocolate eyes. They swayed to the music in silence for a while, and then Phil lowered his head and whispered in Rachel's ear.
"Rae, you look really beautiful tonight." He whispered softly, Rachel smiled in surprise and delight, closing her eyes and allowing herself to melt into Phil's body. She had waited so long for this.
"You cleaned up pretty well yourself." Rachel replied, allowing herself to rest her head on Phil's shoulder. He slowly pulled her closer to him, wanting to ease into this comfortably.
"No, really." He continued. "I think you look absolutely perfect." He said, closing his eyes and burying his face in her sweet smelling hair. Rachel beamed in surprise and delight and her eyelids fluttered shut as they continued to sway.
"Thank you, Phil. Who knew you could be such a romantic sap." She joked. Phil chuckled.
"Only for you, baby." He said, without really thinking about it. Rachel's eyes widened. Was that a joke or a come on? She pulled back, still in Phil's grip and looked into his azure blue eyes. He was kicking himself internally for being so forward.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked as they slowed their swaying. Phil sighed and stuttered for a moment before finding his tongue.
"Rae, I really like you. I've liked you for years. Well, i-its more than that. I've got such strong feelings for you, more than I've ever had for any other girl." He confessed. Rachel was shocked and speechless at what he had just said. Phil was a notorious skirt chaser, but he'd just told her all that.
"Phil, I-" she stuttered as they stopped swaying.
"Look, if you don't feel the same way, I totally understand." Sighed Phil, finding his balls. He looked down at his hands which were now down hanging down by his sides, then, his head snapped up again as Rachel slipped her smaller hands into them and squeezed. He smiled at her and they silently left the room and stood in the hallway. Rachel stood with her back to the wall and Phil stood facing her. They were silent for a while before Rachel spoke.
"Did you really mean that?" she asked, praying with all her heart that he had.
"Of course I did. I also meant it when I said I understand if you don't feel the same." Phil sighed. Rachel beamed, so ecstatic she could scream. Without a word, she threw her arms around Phil's neck and kissed him pull on the mouth. He smiled into the kiss and pinned Rachel up against the wall. He slipped his tongue easily into her mouth and caressed her tiny waist. They didn't want to break away, but soon, the need to breathe was overwhelming. They pulled away slowly but kept their eyes shut and their foreheads pressed together. They were both breathing heavily and grinning broadly. Rachel rested her hands on Phil's chest and Phil lovingly stroked her cheek. They opened their eyes and gazed at each other for a while, before Phil asked the man at the front desk for the keys to one of the rooms on the floor the school had hired out and they were kissing in the elevator. They kept kissing down the hallway and when they pushed through the door of the room. Phil discarded the key and Rachel pushed off his tux jacket. Phil broke away from her as she untucked his shirt and looked at her with a playful smirk.
"Will you go to prom with me, Rachel?" he asked her. She smiled at him, leaning into his chest.
"Yes. Of course." She breathed. Phil chuckled and hugged her close. Then her took off his real Rolex watch and clipped it around her small wrist.
"I don't have a fancy floral wristlet but this is the best I can do." He laughed. Rachel giggled.
"I actually think I prefer it." She sighed and they kissed again, heavily and passionately. Rachel continued working on Phil's shirt and they undressed each other until they were both completely naked. Then they collapsed on the bed of a whole nights worth of vigorous love making.
The next morning, Phil woke up to the sound of Rachel's deep breathing and the warmth of her sleeping next to him. He glanced around the room and saw he and Rachel's scattered clothing resting on chairs, the floor and the bathroom door handle. He also noticed his silver Rolex on her arm. He tenderly rubbed her arm in the hope of waking her up. She stirred slightly and turned to face him, her brown eyes fluttering gently open. She beamed at him and he leaned down and kissed her cheek, scooping her up in his arms and holding her close. Their heads were practically touching and Phil cupped Rachel's cheek.
"Rachel?" he whispered.
"Hmmm." He got in response as Rachel shut her eyes again.
"Rea?" he repeated. Rachel opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Rachel, I love you. I love you so much. I always have." Phil admitted, still stroking her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. That woke Rachel up. She pushed on Phil's chest to get his attention.
"I love you too." Rachel replied with a grin. Phil filled with relief and happiness. He snuggled her closer to him and felt like he could never let her go.
6 months later
"Phil, I really can't do this. I'm sorry." Rachel cried, tears streams down her face. It was killing her inside, but she wasn't ready for this kind of commitment. She didn't want to tie Phil down any longer, but he did not want to let go.
"Rae, don't do this. Please, I love you." Phil pleaded, tears welling in his eyes. But he would never let them fall. Rachel so wanted to give into his pleas. To melt into his arms and to say she'd always be his but she couldn't.
"Phil, please. If you really love me you'll understand and you'll-" she was interrupted by Phil pushing his lips to hers. She couldn't resist his kiss but it still wouldn't change her mind.
"I don't understand." Phil whimpered.
"You'll let me go." Rachel finished. Phil's heart shattered into pieces, but he reluctantly complied. He watched as Rachel's tearstained, but nevertheless beautiful face slipped from his touch, and then left his apartment. His heart was utterly obliterated. He swore to himself that he would never love anyone else ever again.
8 years later in Pasadena, LA. (Beginning of the film)
Doug and Alan were standing in Alan's bedroom. Doug was changing out of his wedding tux that he had just had fitted and was watching the fitter- Floyd- measure Alan's inseam. All seemed well, until he heard Alan cry out.
"Whoa, watch it, pervert!" Doug sighed at his reaction.
"It's ok, Alan. He's just doing your inseam." He explained.
"He's getting very close to my shaft." Alan said, looking down at Floyd again, who got up and folded his tape measure back up around his hand.
"Ok, all done. You can change now." He said politely, ignoring Alan's previous outbursts and leaving to two men to themselves.
"Thanks, Floyd. Thank you very much." Doug called after him as he continued to change and Alan stepped off of the pedestal he had been put on.
"Alright, buddy, we should get a move on." Doug told Alan as they stood back to back.
"You know, Doug, I was thinking…" Alan began sheepishly as he took off his tailed blazer and turned to Doug, "You know, if you want to go to Vegas without me, that is totally cool."
Doug faced the chubby bearded guy before him and sighed shaking his head.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, unbuckling his cufflinks.
"Well Phil and Stu are your buddies and it's your bachelor party and I don't want to embarrass you in front of your sister." Alan explained.
"C'mon, Alan, those two love you. And when we get to Vegas and you meet Rachel, she'll love you too. I promise. Rachel's great." He assured him. It had been a while since he had seen Rachel since she lived in Vegas and only came down when she had time. But she was still his twin sister and she had definitely been invited to the wedding. Plus she and Tracy were friends in high school and she had made her maid of honour. But she couldn't pull away from work soon enough to get back before the bachelor party so Doug had told her to meet them there and come back with them.
"And also, I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back because your wife's brother is there, you know, I just…" Alan tapered off, taking off his trousers to reveal he was wearing only a jock strap underneath.
"It's not like that-" Doug said, smiling until he looked up and saw Alan's bare ass. It took a moment for him to compose himself before he remembered his point and continued. "It's not like that, I already told you, Alan. We're just spending the night in Vegas and picking up my sister. It's no big deal. Besides, you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now." He added with a hint of reluctance. He thought the conversation was over until Alan spoke again.
"I want you to know, Doug, I'm a steel trap." Alan said very sincerely. Doug was suddenly quite worried. "Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever speak a word of it ever again."
"Ok, yeah, I got it. Thank you. I don't think that-" he tried to sound appreciative but Alan cut across him again.
"Seriously, I don't care what happens. I don't care if we kill someone." Alan said solemnly, stepping towards him.
"What?" Doug questioned, a little scared.
"You heard me. When in Sin City." Alan winked before adjusting his jock strap, "I will tell no one and no thing as long as I live."
"Ok, I got it. Thank you." Doug whispered nervously, hoping that Alan was done.
"No thank you." Alan muttered pulling Doug into an intimate hug, "I love you so much." He said and Doug awkwardly patted his back to show he was appreciative.
Then they were off to get the guys in the expensive Mercedes Sid had given to Doug to take. This was more heartfelt than one may think as Sid really did love that car as much as one of his children. They parked outside the school where Phil worked as the school bell rang and the excited children ran out. They then saw Phil, aviator shades, hair slicked back and all exiting the building and descending the stairs. He approached by a chubby pre-teen.
"Hey, Mr. Wenneck-" the teen started before Phil raised a hand to silence him.
"It's the weekend, Buddnick, I don't know you, and you do not exist." He interrupted. Alan heard this and turned to Doug.
"Why is he a teacher again?" he asked.
"I have no idea." Doug answered before his friend spotted them.
"Shit, nice car!" Phil exclaimed, throwing his bag in ignoring Doug's protests, "I'm driving."
"Oh, no way is that happening, I promised Sid-" Doug started before Phil jumped into the car and interrupted him too.
"Oh whatever man, just shut up and drive before one of these nerds asks me another question." He said before turning to Alan. "Who's this?"
"It's Alan, Tracy's brother." Doug said.
"Yeah, I met you like four times." Alan whined.
"Oh yeah. How you doing, man?" Phil asked, vaguely remembering their encounters.
"I'm doing fine thank you." Alan said with a smile, forgetting to be offended because he though Phil looked really cool. They drove away towards Stu and Melissa's at speed and Alan wouldn't stop talking. It wasn't until he said something pertinent to Doug that he answered.
"So what's the plan for Vegas?" he asked, Doug pulled up next to the curd outside the house and opened his mouth to answer when Phil boomed from the back seat.
"Paging Dr. Faggot. Dr. Faggot!" he called to the house. Doug ignored him.
"We're going to go straight to Caesar's Palace. We're gonna check in and Rachel's gonna meet us there." Doug explained as Stu came out of his house. Phil's heart missed a beat.
"Rachel? As in Rachel, Rachel?" he inquired. He had seen her a few times since the break up, but never one on one. Mostly at parties where he didn't have to be anywhere near her. Now he was told he was going to have to spend a whole night with her.
"Well if by 'Rachel, Rachel' you mean the Rachel with whom I share half of my DNA then yes, Rachel, Rachel. And don't act all hurt and surprised because a) she's my sister and b) I did tell you all that she would be there because she lives in Vegas and we've giving her a lift back but you heard nothing after 'we're spending the night in Vegas'." Doug said with little to emotion as Stu got into the car. Phil went as white as a sheet. He supposed he would have to play it cool in front of Rachel and let her know that he had moved on. But how could he? What did he have that could ever prove that to her?
"Hey guys." Stu greeted, "Hey what's up with Phil. He looks like he's seen a ghost?"
"Not yet he hasn't but he's just told us he forgot that we were picking up Rachel in Vegas and now he's all worried." Doug explained.
"I am not worried, I just haven't seen her in a while, that's all." Phil tried to assure them as they drove off.