Chapter 1

Doug's Sister

I don't own any of the Hangover, except for my character and other characters I create. This does follows the plot of the Hangover! All the characters are a bit younger in this version, and it is rated T because of language and maybe some sexual content for later. It's mostly language.

Hey Guys, I know everyone does the story with Doug's sister, but I at first was thinking of her being Alan's sister. I can change if you guys want, but only if want me too. It's just because a lot of people have that, but my story is different. :)

Jeans were ripped, but not ripped enough to look like a slut. I had a small figure, so I did want to show it off. A white crop top, and a studded belt. Hair was supposed to be red, but it was more like a red orange. Eyebrows the same color as hair and of course my dark blue eyes. I didn't bother to put jewelry on. I don't really like jewelry.

There was a slight knock on the door and I simply just made a noise. The door had opened and I saw Doug walk in. Doug knew the difference between the noises that I made. He was the only one who knew that and there was a reason to that. He was my brother.

"A crop top?" Doug asked concerned. "You know how Alan feels about those?"

"Tank top with a jacket?" I asked.

"Might be better."

"Don't look," I said and thought about that again. "Wait, go into the closet. You can't see anything in there, I remember. You want to know how? You locked me in their once! You put the chair in front of the door!"

He chuckled and exclaimed, "That was so funny man!"

"Get in."

He closed the closet door and I changed into a white tank top. I also put on a black leather jacket on. I would think that Alan wouldn't harass me about that too much. Done.

"You can come out now," I shouted and he opened the closet door.

"I was afraid that you were going to lock it," he said and smiled. "Alan wants you to come to the bachelorette party."

"That was out of nowhere," I said. "Might be fun, but a bunch of guys."

"Please," he said and continued, "Keep your belt tight and you will be all right."

I laughed and asked, "Well, when are we going?"

"Right now, like lets leave."

"First tell me about all of them. Like if they are single… or stuff like that."

"Oh wow," he said with a huge smile on his face. "Alan is currently single, which isn't surprising. You know Stu's girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah, crazy bitch?" I asked smiling.

"Fuck yeah, crazy bitch," he repeated giggling. "Control freak and many other things. Let me think… oh yeah, Phil got divorced a year ago. Get this, apparently his wife is pregnant with some other dudes baby."

"Ouch. Phil who?"

"All there names are Phil Wenneck, Stu Price, and Alan Garner."

"Don't forget about Doug and Calissta Billings! I don't know if I want to go…"

The door slammed open with Alan walking in. Chewing on a chicken nugget and one hand on his side, making his belly pop out. He flipped his hair, but it didn't move of course, because of all the gel he put in.

"I heard my name," Alan said seriously.

"She was just saying—"

"That I'm ready to go," I said which made Alan giggle.

"Yes!" he shouted and switched his man purse to a different side. "So excited. Yeah! Calissta! Maybe you should cover up more. Tank top equals cleavage?"

"Oh please. I had a crop top on before so I changed for you, and I'm showing a lot less now!"

"Hmm..." Alan mumbled. "Crop top may have been better then!"

"Alan!" Doug shouted. "We can never make you happy!"

"Oh please I'm plenty happy! Anyway let's go Calissta. Billings? Calissta Billings!"

"Yeah… that's my name."

In the back seat alone, while Alan sat in the front nervous and Doug drove a 1969 Mercedes, which Alan's father loved more than anything else. We waited for Phil to come out and Alan was looking really depressed.

"What's up Alan?" I asked and patted him on the back. "You look a little—"

"I shouldn't be here," he interrupted me and rubbed his head.

"And why's that Alan?" Doug asked unconcerned.

"I'm not supposed to be within 200 feet of a school," he hesitated and then said, "and Chucky Cheese."

"What…" Doug chuckled quietly.

"Don't ask me anything, I'm not teaching now!" I heard a shout in the distance. It came closer and closer and the door then opened. "Stefanie don't talk to me unless you have cash for the field trip. No? Then bye!"

"Ass," I whispered.

"Whoa…" he said looking at me. "And Doug please introduce me to your friend."

"Oh… I'm Alan," he said thinking that he was talking about him. "Phil is it?"

"Yeah…" he grunted and continued, "Doug?"

"Oh yeah, sorry," Doug apologized. "My sister, Calissta. Wait you already know her."

Alan bursted out in laughing and said, "I'll call you Cal, or Calis, or Cally!"

"I like the name just the way it is," Phil said and smiled at me. "Beautiful name, really different."

"Remember?" I asked annoyed. "Eight months ago? We met."

"Right..." he said. "I get drunk a lot. Sorry..."

Okay... ass much?

He was doing it. He did it to every girl, since his marriage. I would believe that Phil is a player, but can I be the coach? No… I didn't like Phil at all. I came to have fun and celebrate for my brother's marriage.

"Come on let's get Stu," I told Doug.

"Paging Doctor Faggot!" Phil shouted with his hand around his mouth. "Doctor Faggot!"

I starting cracking up to that, as did everyone else in the car. How did anyone not find that funny? I definitely know Stu's wife would hate it.

Stu came out of his house annoyed with his wife glaring at him through the window. Giving me the middle finger as she saw a girl was coming with him. She would have probably thought that he would have cheated on her, anyone would do that if they were dating that thing.

Stu sat on the other side of me, so I was in the middle in between the two of them.

"Fuck you bitch!" I shouted and Doug drove away very fast.

"Nice," Phil commented. "She is one crazy hoe."

"Excuse me," Stu said annoyed. "I'm right here."

"Your point?" I asked.

"Oh shut the—"

"Hey!" Alan shouted and defended me, "Do not be mean to Cal! She is a nice lady with great tits."

"Oh my God…" I mumbled and it was quiet.

"Cal?" Stu asked Alan.

"Calissta is the formal name,"he said.

"We got off on a bad start," I told Stu. "Your girlfriend obviously doesn't like me, flipping me off when I look at her."

"I understand," he said.

We turned off the street and now on the highway. Alan was making weird faces to a little girl in a different car, and she flipped him off being about ten years old. I guess that was the natural instinct of most people when they saw him.

"It says here we should work in teams," Alan said reading his gambling book. He got the book when we stopped at the gas station, and he really paid 32.50 for it. "Who wants to be my spotter?"

"I don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight, Alan," Doug told him.

"Gambling?" he asked. "Who said anything about gambling. It's not gambling when you know you're gonna win. Counting cards is a foolproof system."

"It's also illegal," Stu added ruining the mood.

"Way to take his moment away," I told Stu in a jokingly manner.

"Yeah Stu!" Alan shouted. "You ruin everything! It's not illegal, it's frowned upon, like masturbating on an airplane."

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal too," Phil added.

I chuckled at that and grabbed a beer from the back.

"Yeah, maybe after 9/11, where everybody got so sensitive," Alan said and everything got quiet. "Thanks a lot, Bin Laden."

"Either way, you gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay?" Doug said.

"Oh really!" Alan shouted.

"It's not easy," Doug added.

"Well maybe we should tell that to Rain Man because he practically bankrupted a casino, and he was a ruhtard," Alan pronounced it the wrong way.

"What the fuck?" I said trying not to spit out my beer because I was about to crack up.

"What?" Stu asked.

"He was a ruhtard," Alan repeated himself.

"Retard," Doug corrected him and we all smiled at each other.

"Coast clear Alan?" Doug asked.

"Oh yeah," he said and didn't even bother to look over to the other side of the road, because he was still reading his gambling book.

Doug started to move over to the other lane, while a truck was coming right at us. He quickly swerved back into the lane we were originally in, after the truck beeped at us. Everyone screamed, except for me who was laughing. Alan and Phil started to laugh afterwards, while Stu and Doug were freaking out.

"That was funny," I said cracking up.

"I know!" Alan said laughing.

"Not funny!" Doug shouted. "We could have been killed!"

"But we were not!" Alan said like nothing had happened.

"This exit," Stu said and we turned off this time without dodging anyone.

He made a right at the light and drove up to the entrance of Caesars Palace. Phil opened the door and grabbed my hand immediately, pulling me out.

"Unnecessary?"

He didn't say anything and let go of me. Stu came out complaining about something, while Alan was fixing his man purse again. Phil leaned against the car, while Doug was talking to the valet people.

"So how old are you?" Phil asked trying to make conversation going.

"24," I said. "Yourself?"

"Turning 27 soon," he said. "26. And I fucking love Vegas baby!"

"We can shout later when we get drunk," Doug said. "Stop hitting on my sister."

He tossed the car keys to the valet and Phil said, "This is how I act toward everyone!"

"I'm not surprised," I shrugged.

"He's just angry because I'm a good looking guy," he said smiling.

"Ugh... don't flatter yourself," I said making his jaw drop and then walking into the building.

This is a lot different for me! I usually don't write with a lot of bad language, but it's the Hangover! I actually really love this movie and I've seen all of them! I love all of them and I'm really excited to write this. I hope you guys keep reading and please review! Thank you so much!

Oh and btw if you want to see a picture of Calissta, just go to my profile! :)