I dont own the hangover!


Chapter Five: Orange Soda blows

We went to the roof to look for Teddy. Stu was in total freak out mode! I mean, so was I, but seriously? He was acting like a fucking lunatic! Not only that, but everyone was seriously fucking pissing me off today. Maybe I'm on my period...or something. Who the hell knows?

"Teddy!" I screamed, heading in a different direction than the three boys. They were also screaming for the lost seventeen-year-old, frantic by the sounds of their voices. I, however, was trying to remain the only calm thing on this planet. Fuck it, we probably wouldn't find the boy in this...hell hole. "Damnit!"

Phil came up to me and wrapped his hands around my waist. "Couldn't find him?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me when I looked back at him. I nodded and sighed.

"Just worried." I replied, shaking my head. "This sucks because it's a fucking second time! Ugh!"

He nodded, agreeeing with me silently as Stu and Alan came up to us. They both had the same expression as us, which meant they hadn't found anything in their pockets either. Phil pulled away from me and went to the pillar near by.

"Alright, you all know the drill. Empty your pockets." said Phil as he began to check his. I check mine, rifling through the shirt pocket to find nothing in there. Next my jean pockets. Nothing in the front two, but something in the back left.

"I got nothing." said Phil, shaking his head. Stu and Alan agreed, then the three looked at me as I curiously looked in my back pocket. It was bulky and rectangular, almost like a cellphone or something. When I pulled it out, it ended up being a 'Thai-to-English' book with a bunch of writing on it. I noticed most of it was mine, some was Phil's, and some was some random handwriting I didn't recognize.

"What the hell?" I muttered, flipping through the book. In it were different locations in Thai. Of course, being me, I didn't feel like translating, but maybe it would be useful in the neear future. "Thai to English, really? I hate these books."

Phil shook his head. "Alright, lets go see if we can walk around and find something, shall we?"

Thirty Minutes later...

"Phil, we haven't found anything yet." I said matter-of-factly. We had just bought Alan his third orange Fanta in the last thirty minutes, along with a hat. I was more irritable than I was thrity minutes ago. Hormones were rushing through my body, so what the hell?

"I know that." replied Phil, trying to keep calm.

"I agree with Parks," said Stu, angrily, "all we've done is walk around Thailand for an hour and buy Alan orange soda!"

Alan scoffed. "Hey, it's Fanta!"

I rolled my eyes, hearing something from Phil's pocket. "Phil, the phone!"

"Well it really doesn't matter! It's not like we're gonna fucking find anything!" growled back Phil.

I rolled my eyes. "Phhhiiiiilllllll?"

He stil didn't pay attention and kept arguing with Stu. I rolled my eyes in a similar fashion to how I always do and tried to look for his phone. Back pocket, of course. I slipped it out of his pocket(he was too busy arguing after all), and picked up the phone.

"Parker, whatcha got?" I asked the caller, hoping it was Dougie.

"Parks! You're okay! Hey, I found Teddy." said Doug over the other end of the phone. We bothed sighed of relief at the same time, the twin timing working it's magic. "He's at a Thai jail."

"WHAT?! How the hell is he in jail?" I screeched, my stomach bubbling with anger.

How the hell did we manage to get a sixteen-year-old kid in jail? How the fucking hell did we manage?

"I don't know. I called asking around and someone mentioned a jail. He's in a local one and...damn I forgot the name! But it should be pretty easy to find if you look, kay?" He sounded scared and annoyed. Tracy was probably being pissy again.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes Doug, bye."

I didn't give him a chance to reply and hung up, sliding the phone in Phil's shirt pocket. He turned around from arguing with Stu and gave me a weird look. I gave it right back and smirked evilly at him.

"Teddy's in jail."