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Disclaimer: I just realized that I've never done one of these from my other story so might as well for this one! I do not, I repeat, do not own The Hangover! Only the goofy characters I create in my head!

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Chapter 1

Two Years Later

"Aw, I love the smell of barbecue." Jamie said as she flipped over a few patties and hot dogs on the grill outside in her huge backyard. "Just kidding, I hate it." She heartily joked. It was a beautiful day on the fourth of July. Jamie was planning on hosting a small little barbeque with her closest friends. Stu was the first to arrive to her house. They have been happily dating each other for the past two years since the memorable and unfortunate incident in Vegas.

"Hey, Four Eyes." Jamie called behind her shoulder towards her boyfriend who was lounging on a chair with a beer in his hand, resting in relaxation. He opened his bright blue eyes and playfully narrowed them through his new glasses that his girlfriend forced him to buy.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that, huh beautiful?" asked Stu in a playful tone directed towards his girlfriend who was busy grilling up the food for the guests to arrive soon. Jamie smiled and stuck her tongue at him cheekily to which he heartily laughed at. She was a grown woman but a child at heart. That was for sure.

"Four Eyes, can you pretty please get some more wieners from the fridge? I don't think we have enough food for over, what, like ten people?"

"Sure thing, beautiful. Be right back."

"Hurry, my little Four Eyed Lover."

"You're hilarious."

"You're not."

"I know."

"Good."

This pretty much summed up their entire relationship. Back when Stu was dating Melissa, he was so used to being uptight about everything with that insufferable woman he called his girlfriend. Boy, was he in denial. After spending lots of time with Jamie, she definitely succeeded in loosening up Stu, big time. In a strange way, Stu loved acting childish and silly with his girlfriend and being able to joke around and not take everything so seriously unlike that bitch, Melissa. In the most part, Stu felt happier than he ever felt in his life. Now it was the fourth of July. Both Stu and Jamie were excited to invite their friends over for a nice little barbeque party.

Hurriedly, Jamie ran around the house and backyard, trying to make sure everything was cleaned up and no embarrassing stuff were lying around. She made sure to grab paper plates and utensils and set everything up nicely and neatly in the backyard. Yes, believe it or not, she was a little bit of a clean freak even though she hated to admit it.

"Pumpkin." Stu stated as he noticed her fussing around, trying to make things look nice. She quickly worked around the kitchen, trying to clean the mess she made with seasoning the ground beef and shit like that. She didn't pay attention to him as he tried to get her attention. Finally, he gently grabbed her shoulders and forcefully turned her to face him.

"Four Eyes, can't you see I'm a bit busy?" she mumbled out, a bit annoyed that he wouldn't let her finish cleaning the kitchen.

"You need to calm down. Okay. Everything looks fine. You don't have to impress everyone with your Mr. Clean magic skills, all right?"

"Are you kidding me? Yeah, I kind of do. In case you haven't noticed, Paige is one hell of a gossiper. You'd be hella surprised of how much she can talk despite her painful shyness."

"Since when do you care about what others think? Okay. Who are you and what have you done with the real Jamie?"

"Very funny, Stu. But, I just really want to turn things around a bit, you know?"

"No actually, I don't know."

"Meaning I want to show people that I can be responsible and host an elegant barbeque all on my own."

"Elegant barbeque?"

"Figured it would make me sound more responsible rather than saying dope barbeque."

"Okay." Stu couldn't hide his laughter at her attempt of trying to be a responsible adult. It was just too funny. "Well, good luck with being a responsible adult. Text me when that doesn't work out for you."

"Fuck you, Four Eyes." Jamie started laughing too as she pointed her metal spatula at him. "I will use this against you."

"I'd like to see you try." With that, Stu playfully tickled her sides, causing her to immediately drop her weapon as she cried out in a contagious laughing fit.

"S-S-Stu, s-stop it!" she laughed out as tears started coming to her eyes. Showing no mercy, he laughed himself as he continued to tickle her sides and stomach. Her laughing expression was just truly too funny for words. Finally, when he gave up, she playfully giggled and slapped his arm, feeling a bit out of breath from laughing so much. "You're such a jerk!" she pointed a finger at him.

"But you love it." Was his unusually cocky response before he leaned down, closing the gap between their lips. She smiled against his mouth, reaching a hand up and gently caressing the side of his smooth face. Jamie could never get enough of kissing him. It was an addiction that she could never pass up. Stu reached up with both hands and cupped her face as their kiss slowly deepened.

"Oh God." Suddenly came a disgusted female voice from behind them, instantly breaking the kiss. "Get a fucking room, will ya?"

"Connie, bitch tits." Jamie greeted with a breathless laugh as she passed Stu to hug her incredibly odd best friend. "Love the new hair!" Two years ago, Connie had dyed her hair an almost neon pink color that actually looked good on her. A few days back, Connie decided to change the color and went for bright blue hair. "Kind of looks like a smurf pissed all over your hair. Like Katy Perry."

"Oh, I know." Was Connie's enthusiastic response. "That's kind of what I was going for." She looked past Jamie and waved to Stu who was still in the kitchen. "Hey, Stuey Griffin." Connie greeted happily as she walked forward and gave him a hug.

"Wow. Your hair looks great." He complimented her as he hugged the small girl back. Connie grinned.

"Thank you. So, sorry to interrupt your little sexy moment back there. Totally rude of me to just walk in the front door without even knocking."

"Yeah, it is rude, Connie." Jamie shot her an annoyed expression. Connie only grinned cheekily back at her before sticking her tongue out.

"Jamie, whatever happened to being a responsible adult?" asked Stu with a haughty smirk on his face. Placing her hands on her hips, Jamie shot him a look.

"Since the moment this bitch decided to walk in without knocking and interrupted our little sexy moment in the kitchen."

"So, you're saying this is my fault?"asked Connie innocently.

"Yes." Jamie bluntly said while Stu replied at the same time, "No."

"I'm so confused." Connie sighed.

"I'm so hungry." Jamie sighed.

"I'm so cockblocked." Stu sighed. Both Jamie and Connie had to stifle laughs that were threatening to erupt from their mouths.

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Their guests were arriving very quickly after Connie showed up. Stu's best friend, Phil, ended up over much to Jamie's dismay. She seriously disliked the man. Phil had mutual feelings of disliking her as well. After Phil, Doug and Tracy, unfortunately along with Alan as he begged them to come with. Connie was a bit baffled when Alan was there since they have not visited each other in the past two years. She believed the last time she saw him was at Doug and Tracy's wedding when he spat cake all over her face and tried to eat it with his bare fingers. Gross. Zoey showed up too and lastly Paige, much to Phil's utter surprise. Again, they haven't seen each other in quite a long time.

Everyone was outside in the backyard hanging out in a circle of lawn chairs with a few beers, all chatting and talking.

"So, who wants to listen to One Direction?" asked Jamie excitedly while she flipped over a few patties on the grill outside in her nice backyard. From one of the lawn chairs that were lined in a circle, Stu could be heard with an annoyed groan. Ever since Jamie bought the new CD of a British boy band, Stu wanted to shoot himself in the head. Phil who was sitting in a lawn chair next to Stu, he looked confused and slightly annoyed.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked bluntly. Stu shook his head in annoyance.

"You don't even want to know." Was Stu's quiet response.

"Oh my Gosh!" Alan gasped eagerly. "I love One Direction! I love Harry Styles! Especially his fluffy hair! He's so attractively British! I'm thinking about dressing up as Harry Styles for Halloween." Stu, Phil, and Doug sent him odd looks.

"Oh my God! I know right!" Zoey jumped in with Alan's conversation. "His hair is just the fluffiest of them all! And his British accent, talk about holy shit!"

"Like, seriously." Alan agreed. Again, the guys sent him major what the fuck looks. "If I were British, I would never shut up!"

"Play the fricken' CD already, Jamie! Quick before Alan starts talking about how much he wants to perv on an underage British kid!" Connie told Jamie in an urgent voice. She was starting to get a little creeped out from Alan's weird point of view on One Direction. Truthfully, she loved One Direction. Especially Liam Payne. He was soooooo hot! Well, actually all of them are. Connie liked them all equally. But she's just saying – Liam's the hottest of them all. Haha.

"What's One Direction?" asked Tracy confused. Connie, Alan, and Jamie gasped dramatically as Paige, Zoey, and Stu all rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Have you been living under a rock for your entire life?" asked Alan, looking almost hurt. How could Tracy possibly have not heard about One Direction? He thought in horror. What's wrong with her? Is she brain damaged?

"Have you been living in our parent's household for your entire life?" Tracy fired back at Alan. Connie had to give Tracy some credit for the amazing retort.

"Ooh. Burn. Better put some ice on that." Connie joked as Alan only stared at her thoroughly confused. Before anyone else could say anything, Jamie disappeared and started playing the CD on the stereo, blasting the music through loud speakers.

"You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough."

"Someone please just shoot me now." Stu said seriously, not wanting to hear this annoying crap over and over again.

"The fuck is this god awful shit?" asked Phil with a look of disgust on his face.

"Is this Backstreet Boys?" asked Doug with a confused expression. Alan smacked a magazine against his head as if he was scolding him like a child in trouble.

"Get your facts right, Doug. How many times did we repeat that this is One Direction?" asked Alan, narrowing his eyes on the startled Doug. Phil looked at Alan in almost complete horror.

"How can you listen to this shit, man? It's fucking terrible."

"Hey!" Connie pointed a threatening finger at Phil. "Watch your mouth Mr.! Or it's the time out zone for you!"

"Oh, fuck off." Phil shot back, waving her off. Connie glared.

"Tell One Direction you're sorry." Connie threatened towards an annoyed Phil.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No." Connie smirked.

"Yes." Phil accidentally said.

"Ha!" Connie grinned triumphantly.

"Fuck!" Phil yelled. Damn the blue-haired chick. She got him good.

"Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you, Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh, oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'd understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh, oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh, oh,
That's what makes you beautiful."

All the girls were singing along including Tracy who nodded along to the catchy song while tapping her feet while all the guys (except Alan who was shamelessly singing along to the top of his lungs) all complained about the terrible song.

Three Hours Later

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The sky was beginning to darken. Meaning the fireworks were going to come around soon. From the past three hours, everyone happily ate and talked, enjoying their Fourth of July with each other. Soon, Paige had some exciting yet at the same time sad news to tell everyone.

"Okay, I would like to get everyone's attention, please. Yoo-hoo." Paige called for everyone to look at her. She had to hide her blushing face when she noticed that Phil was practically ogling her with lustful eyes. God. He's still trying to make a move on me? She thought disgusted. Even when he's married? Fuckin' pig. She ignored him while looking at everyone else's expecting faces.

"All right, I have some good news and I got some bad news."

"Let's start with good news." Zoey told her with a smile. Paige nodded.

"Okay then. Good news is I'm going on a tour around the US to promote my new book!" she told everyone happily. An excited chorus erupted all at once. Since the past two years after their experience in Vegas, Paige wrote a book based on their crazy misadventure in Nevada. A few months back, she finally got the courage to publish it. It wasn't easy at first as a bunch of companies rejected the book, calling it unrealistic. Paige begged to differ. Finally, a company loved her book and published over more than a thousand copies, all of them being sold out. Now her dreams were finally coming true of going on a tour to promote it. Her beautiful book that she gladly titled, "The Hangover." It was a shocking success.

"Oh my God, Paige! That's so exciting!" Zoey smiled.

"You go, Glen Coco!" Connie quoted from Mean Girls.

"Congrats, Nancy Drew!" Jamie congratulated.

"Really, that's great!" Stu said with a smile.

"Congratulations, Paige." Doug said.

"That's amazing news!" Tracy grinned.

"You deserve it." Phil told her.

"You wrote a book?" was Alan's confused response. A few people chuckled from the random question.

"Okay, bad news is I'm going to be gone for over six months."

"Aww." Almost everyone said bummed.

"I'm gonna miss my bff." Connie said with a thoroughly bummed expression.

"I'll miss you too, Con."

"Hey, Paige. If they ever made a movie about us, who do you think would play you?" asked Jamie curiously. Paige shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Who do you think would play me?" asked Connie. Jamie pretended to think for a moment.

"What about that one Emma Stone chick?"

"Yeah. She's hot enough to play me." Connie smiled.

"Ooh. Who would play me?" asked Zoey excitedly.

"That Asian chick, Wendy Wu: Homecoming Warrior." Jamie immediately said.

"Fuck you." Zoey replied.

"We should strike up a few fireworks in the street." Jamie changed the subject. Stu looked at her worriedly.

"Isn't that illegal nowadays?" he asked nervously. Jamie clicked her tongue disapprovingly and grinned at her anxiously adorkable boyfriend.

"It's only illegal if you get caught." She replied with a smirk.

"I'm down for this shit." Phil agreed.

"No. Stu's right. It is illegal." Tracy said, looking at all of them frowningly.

"We should drive in the middle of nowhere and do it then." Connie spoke up, making Paige shake her head.

"No. Can't. I think I forgot to mention that I'm leaving tomorrow for the tour…"

"What?" almost everyone snapped at her in surprise. Paige cringed.

"Okay… maybe I did leave out a few details." Paige muttered.

"Wow… okay then. Since its Paige's last night, I vow that we will make sure she has a good time with us before leaving tomorrow." Connie spoke.

"Oh fuck…" Paige cursed, knowing for a fact that something was going to happen that night.

One Hour Later

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Happy Fourth of July! Everyone stood in front of Jamie's house, all of them sitting on the sidewalk on the edge of the curb watching the beautiful fireworks that were erupting in front of her house. Doug and Tracy both cuddled up to each other, watching them with smiles on their faces. Since Tracy had been pregnant for a month, she laid Doug's palm against her stomach, thinking of their future son or daughter.

From next to the happy couple, Alan and Connie sat together, both of them entranced by the fireworks. Of course, Alan would try to cuddle into Connie every once in a while before she would slap him on the head, warning him not to touch her.

Sitting next to them, Paige and Phil both sat, watching the fireworks with wide eyes. He would always try to pull a move on her by casually throwing his arm around her shoulder but she would knock his arm off every time as he only pouted in her direction.

Zoey sat next to them, ignoring them while Stu and Jamie were on the other side. Jamie wrapped her hands around Stu's arm and leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder happily. Finally, Stu couldn't help it anymore as he stood up and gained everyone's attention.

"Okay, um, heh," he began a bit nervously, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully as Jamie only looked questionably at him. "So, uhm… Jamie… Jamie Christopher Webster…" he started. Phil snickered at Jamie's middle name.

"Goddamn dad for naming me that as my middle name…" Jamie mumbled. Stu nervously pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and Jamie sighed. "Great… this is gonna take like two hours." She grabbed a magazine out of her purse from nowhere and began to read it while Stu cleared his throat, beginning his speech.

"Jamie Christopher Webster… Ever since I smashed your face against a glass door in a gas station… which by the way was an accident… I felt this bizarre connection between us. Like fire and ice almost. We're like Romeo and Juliet—"

"Err… Romeo and Juliet died." Connie interrupted. Stu glared at her for interrupting his speech.

"Shut it, Connie. Your opinion is irrelevant." He shot back. Connie frowned.

"Anyways… back to my super-duper awesome speech…" Stu continued while Phil rolled his eyes at him.

"You did not just say that." Phil muttered.

"Oh yes, I did. Now everybody stop interrupting me and let me talk!" Stu took a breath before continuing. "Anyways, I believe that Jamie is one of the most beautiful and annoyingly smart and different and hottest girl I've ever luckily met—"Stu looked down to Jamie and realized she wasn't paying attention as she was still reading the magazine she pulled out of her purse. Immediately, Stu ripped it from her hands and threw it out on the dark street. Jamie protested.

"Hey! What the fuck, Stu? I was reading an article about Taylor Lautner!" she complained crossing her arms.

"I don't fucking care!" Stu practically yelled at her. "Now shut up and listen!" He opened his mouth to say more about his speech until he got interrupted again! What the fuck?!

"What time is it?" asked Doug while Stu just looked like he wanted to kill the shit out of him.

"You were reading on article on Taylor Lautner! Oh my God! Was there a shirtless pic of him?" asked Paige excitedly towards Jamie.

"Sadly no. All of his clothes were still on." Jamie answered her in a disappointed tone of voice.

"Bummer…" Connie sighed.

"Was there an article on Channing Tatum?" asked Zoey. Stu finally snapped.

"Fuck this shit!" he was getting so pissed off. Finally, he bent down on one knee in front of Jamie and pulled out a velvet box out of his pocket. Jamie only stared at him in confusion. He angrily ripped open the box, inside was his grandmother's holocaust wedding ring with diamond added to the center. "Jamie fucking Webster, will you marry me?" he asked through gritted teeth. Everyone gasped in surprise including Jamie.

"Y-you mean it?" she asked looking like she was ready to burst into tears. Stu could almost roll his eyes.

"Duh."

"Then, hell yeah, I'll marry you!"

Before he could react, Jamie tackled him forcefully, making him land on his back on the concrete. "Fucking OWW!" he cursed as his back throbbed in pain. "I'm pretty sure you just broke my back!" he mumbled as she gave him a huge bear hug before planting numerous kisses on his face.

"Aww, aren't they adorable?" asked Paige towards Phil as he only looked at looked at them before shuddering in disgust.

"Sure." He sarcastically muttered.

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