It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for a wedding. Flower arrangements were being set and positioned for the gorgeous wedding. All the bridesmaids were dressing and getting ready for the event. A stunning, delicious three-tier white-wedding cake decorated with orange and yellow flowers sat still on a table, enthralling everyone with its edible beauty. Everything was being all set and prepared for the beautiful event that would surely make everyone happy – well almost everyone.

There was just one problem.

"Hey, you've reached Doug. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you."

"Hi, you've reached Dr. Stuart Price with Divine Dentistry. Please leave a message after—"

"Hey, this is Phil. Leave me a message or don't. Do me a favor, don't text me. It's gay."

The bride, known as Tracy Garner, hung up the phone with a deep frown shown on her feminine features. She tried reaching all three numbers but all of them went straight to voicemail. What the hell is going on? thought Tracy angrily and worriedly.

This could not get any worse.

Already preparing and dressing for the wedding, Tracy had the hairdresser styling and grooming her hair but she was not happy in any way. In fact, she was pissed. From what she thought was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, never in a million years would she think she would be sitting here, wondering where the men are. Her groom and three groomsmen have not been heard from since the past twenty-four hours.

Knowing her daughter was clearly worried and distressed about the whole situation, Tracy's mother approached her slowly from her previous spot by the curtains, asking in a hopeful voice, "Anything?"

"I tried them all. It keeps going straight to voicemail." Tracy informed her mother.

Placing her hands on her hips, Tracy's mother replied, "Well, there has to be an explanation."

"Sweetie," Tracy's father, Sid, spoke in a humored voice, "It's Vegas. You lose track of time in casinos. There's no windows; there's no clocks. He's probably on a heater. And you never walk away from the table when you're on the heater." Sid waved a finger, looking back down to his magazine he was reading.

"You do if you're getting married," argued Tracy's mother.

Before she could speak any further, Tracy's cell phone began to ring. Peering down at the number, Tracy immediately answered, "Hello?"

"Tracy, it's Phil."

Tracy instantly stood up from her seat, fury in her eyes as she asked in a worried and pissed off voice, "Phil, where the hell are you guys? I'm freaking out."

"Yeah, listen. Uh . . . we fucked up."

Stomping away from everyone, Tracy snapped into the phone, "What are you talking about?"

"The bachelor party, the whole night . . . it . . . things got out of control, and uh . . . we lost Doug."

"What?"

"We can't find Doug."

"What are you saying, Phil?" Tracy began to panic. "We're getting married in five hours."

"Yeah . . . that's not gonna happen."

One Week Earlier

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The distant sound of an iPhone could be heard ringing. Hurriedly, a woman in her late twenties came running down through the hallway in her tiny one-bedroom apartment. She was only wrapped in a towel from taking a shower. Her stringy, wet hair was wrapped up in a turbin.

For running so fast, the woman ended up slipping on the hard wood floor and as a result, went tumbling down onto the floor. She groaned in pain.

"Probably shouldn't have done that."

Crawling across the floor, she reached her iPhone just in time perched on the glass coffee table. She answered it within seconds.

"Hello?"

"Paige, honey," it was Paige's boyfriend, Scott.

"Hi," greeted Paige enthusiastically, "What's up?"

"Change of plans. Instead of going to a restaurant, I figured we could just take a little stroll through the park or something."

"Oh, okay." Paige said surprised. "Sure. That sounds lovely. Are you still dropping by to come and get me?"

"That's the plan. I'll swing by around an hour. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"All right. Bye."

"I Love you," said Paige with a smile but she already heard the dial tone. "Hmm, must be in a hurry or something."

Putting down her iPhone, Paige pranced around her small apartment in nothing but her towel with a huge grin on her face. She and her boyfriend, Scott, had been dating for about a year now. Things were indeed going great in that time.

Every time she saw Scott, she would always get butterflies in her stomach from the sight of him. He was indeed a handsome man: gorgeous brown eyes, dark hair, and a delicious smile. Paige found herself lucky to be with a handsome young fellow like himself.

Although her friends disagreed with her. One of her best friends, Jamie, thought that he was a dirty rich pig only interested in the sex. Of course, Paige didn't agree with her friend's opinion.

Everything between her and Scott was perfect. What more could she ask for?

About an hour later, Paige stood in front of her closet mirror, checking herself out. Since they were going to go for a stroll in the park, she decided to wear comforable jeans and a simple T-shirt and light-colored cardigan with a pair of cute flats.

Paige always wore simple but elegant clothing with floral patterns and soft colors. She loved that kind of style. It was just her thing. She wore minimal makeup that only enhanced her soft features. The only thing Paige disliked about herself was her untamable hair. It was light brown and naturally curly. It was always hard to straighten and tame the beast so she just left it in it's natural crazy state. If only she had nice and smooth long hair instead of that mess of a hairdo.

Hearing her doorbell rang, her heart pounded in her chest as she grabbed her bag and phone and greeted her boyfriend outside.

The couple walked together from her apartment and down to one of the closest parks nearby. Since they lived in Los Angeles, traffic was always bad so they decided to settle for a walk in the park.

Paige didn't mind. It was peaceful. One of her favorite things to do was feeding the ducks. Or sometimes she would occupy herself at a bench and write in her notebook. Paige Franklin was an author. A struggling author, to be more specific.

Most of her career life, all she wanted to do was write an amazing book that would blow people's minds away. That was her dream. Create a bestseller that would have millions of copies sold. Well, a girl can dream.

Paige curled her hand around Scott's arm as they walked together through the park. It was a beautiful sunny day as always in LA.

"It's gorgeous today, isn't it?" asked Paige.

"Yes, it is." Scott replied, smiling. It was silence as the two of them walked together before Scott finally spoke up again, "I've been thinking a lot lately. About you. About me. Us."

Paige looked at Scott, her heart speeding up, hope reaching in her eyes. Scott led them to a bench as he held her quivering hand.

"Yeah?" Paige gestured for him to continue.

"The reason I wanted to see you today was to discuss our future," continued Scott. Paige sucked in a breath.

"Scott..." Tears full of happiness started to brim in her eyes.

"You and I, we're having a lot of fun right now. But things have to be different for us when I run for office someday. My family expects a lot from me. And even I expect a lot from me."

"And I fully support that." Paige added.

"But the thing is, I'm gonna be thirty in a few years and if I'm going to run for senator, I can't keep dicking around."

"I completely agree."

"That's why I think it would be a great time for us to-"

"Yes! Yes! I accept!" Paige didn't even think. "Yes, I will marry you!"

Scott looked at her shocked. He clearly wasn't expecting that. "Marry me? Oh no, no, no." He started to laugh nervously, making Paige's smile drop as she looked at him confused. "No, Paige, I'm not asking you to marry me... I wanna break up."

Paige froze. Is he serious? It took a few moments for it to sink in.

"What?" was all she could utter out.

"I'm sorry, Paige. I just-"

"You're breaking up with me?" asked Paige quietly as tears stung her icy blue eyes. "I thought that... I thought... everything was going great... I thought that you were gonna propose!"

"I'm really sorry, Paige." Scott rubbed her back soothingly but Paige stood up from the bench as if she's been shocked.

"I have to go." She felt humilated. She made herself look like a fool. She began to walk away quickly from Scott as hot tears ran down her cheeks. Scott immediately got up and ran after her.

"Whoa, whoa, Paige. Hold up, I didn't mean for it to end like this!"

Paige furiously wiped her cheeks free of tears and tried to produce a smile but it came out strained. "Thanks for being honest with me, Scott. I appreciate it. But I really have to go." With that, Paige continued to walk away quickly as Scott stood there with his arms crossed watching her go.

Later that evening, Paige found herself laying on her couch with a blanket covering her body as she watched a random movie on TV and snacked on a bag of potato chips, not even caring. When she was finished with the bag of chips, she pouted and carelessy dropped the bag on the floor, curling up in a pathetic position on the couch. She was miserable.

Suddenly, her front door opened and her three best friends cautiously came into the apartment.

Jamie was considered the leader of the group. She had black hair, pale skin, and ordinary jade-green eyes. Everyone loved Jamie because of her funny and bubbly personality. Zoey, another one of Paige's best friends, was a blonde Asian with dark brown eyes. She had a more calmer and down to Earth personality. Lastly, there was Connie, the odd-ball of the group. She had dyed her hair a bright pink color and always wore funky but stylish clothing.

"Omigod," exclaimed Connie as her blue eyes landed on a shitty-looking Paige. "You look like shit. Speaking of shit, I have to shit. Be right back." In a flash, Connie ran down the hallway to the bathroom as the girls laughed except Paige who was in no mood.

"Oh Jesus Christ," said Jamie as she observed a grief-stricken Paige on the couch. "Hun, are you okay?" Like a best friend would, Jamie sat on one side of Paige and Zoey took the other side as Paige sat up with the blanket wrapped around her, her curly hair crazier than ever.

"What happened?" asked Zoey, concerned for her friend. Paige sucked in a breath as tears threatened to spill over. She tried to open her mouth and talk but no words would come out. The two women soothingly rubbed Paige's back comfortingly as she struggled to get the words out.

"He... he... dumped me!" Paige bit out as she collapsed on Jamie's lap, sobbing her eyes out.

"What?" Jamie sounded pissed.

"Well, I guess that explains why she wasn't answering her phone." Zoey said to Jamie while Paige continued to cry.

"That son of a bitch! I will rip his dick off with my bare hands and shove it up his ass, that little rich motherfucker!" Jamie cursed angrily as a toilet flushing sound was heard in the background.

"Guys, the toilet's backed up!" Connie's voice was heard from the bathroom.

"Jamie, no, leave it alone." Paige sat up from Jamie's lap, her face red from burning tears. "You don't need to stick up for me for the rest of my life. Maybe things weren't really working out between me and Scott."

"Omigod, give me a break." Jamie snapped. "Paige, you are so in denial about this! I knew from the moment I met Scott that he was nothing but a selfish prick!"

"He's not a... what you said... but he's just not..." Paige mumbled, blushing furiously.

"See, look at you! You're so innocent, you can't even utter a cuss word even if your life depended on it!" argued Jamie.

"That's not true!" Paige defended herself.

"Hate to break it to you, babe, but Jamie's right." Zoey agreed with Jamie. Paige looked apalled between her two friends sitting next to her.

"This is ridiculous! Maybe it really wasn't meant to be..." Paige softly said. Jamie rolled her eyes.

"Wow... wow... Paige, I'm worried about you." Jamie said as Paige glared at her.

"You know what I think," Zoey thought out loud to herself, both Jamie and Paige looked at her. "Maybe it's time we get out of town for a while." A slow and lazy smile crept on Zoey's lips.

"Are you serious?" Paige asked her Asian friend, furiously. "I just get dumped and you automatically assume it's time I had a vacation?"

"Actually," Jamie spoke up, smiling from ear to ear. "It's a perfect idea."

"You guys, I am not having a pity party." Paige's tone sounded final.

"Are you forgetting it's almost somebody's birthday?" Zoey smirked.

Paige instantly remembered and rubbed her temples. "Oh God, right. I forgot. Jamie's 30th birthday."

"That's right." Jamie playfully smiled as she patted Paige's arm. "Now just because I'm getting old, doesn't mean you get to treat me like shit. Remember to respect your elders, young lady." Jamie jokingly scolded Paige who started to smile a little bit.

"Okay... fine... where are we gonna go for Jamie's birthday?" Paige cluelessly asked. Both Jamie and Zoey had huge smiles plastered on their faces.

All of a sudden, another toilet flushing was heard as Connie ran out of the bathroom with a toilet plunger in her hand and her pants down around her ankles, showing her private parts. "WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS, BABY!"

"Connie!" Jamie reminded. "Need I remind you to pull your pants up after you go to the bathroom?!"

"WHO GIVES A FUCK?! IT'S VEGAS! NOBODY GIVES A SHIT!" With that, Connie bolted back to the bathroom and closed the door.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Zoey who was laughing a bit.

"You guys, are we seriously going to Vegas?" asked Paige a bit hesitantly.

"Are you game?" Jamie questioned Paige with a smirk.

Paige hesitated. It's been a long time since she's done any partying. After a moment of hesitant thinking, Paige finally agreed.

"Girls! Pack your bags and birth control! We're going to Vegas!" announced Jamie.

"Umm... Paige...?" Connie called out from inside the bathroom. "I think someone broke your toilet."

Hello everyone! And yes, I recently saw the Hangover part III and it inspired me to write FanFiction so yeah lol (: Hope you all enjoyed this! I tried to make this one different than all the other one's because it gets kind of boring and tiring to see the same thing in every PhilxOC Hangover story. How come there are barely any StuxOC out there? I've come across a few but that's it. Yeah, I know, Phil is hot but I, for some reason, find Stu more attractive and adorable and cute. I don't know, is it just me? Blah. But anyways, I'm sorry if this chapter sucked but I promise it will get better from here. So... I guess that's all I have to say! It would be awesome if I got some reviews! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you (: