Pretty Woman
Summary: Peyton and Chris star in a Pretty Woman scenario. Chris is a successful singer who is tired of the press saying that he's dating this girl and that girl so he pays hooker Peyton to pose as his girlfriend for a week to keep the press at bay.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with One Tree Hill they all belong to the genius Mark Schwann and as for the plot line of Pretty Woman I don't own that either.
Chapter One
Peyton Sawyer pulled on her black vinyl boots and then slipped on her black bracelets followed by her large silver hoop earrings. After adjusting her blonde bob style cut wig she wrapped her red sweater around her waist and slung her black messenger bag over her shoulder and left her small L.A. apartment for the block of Hollywood Blouvared. Chris Keller, who was currently sitting on the bed inside his hotel room looked through the L.A. Times and saw that according to "sources" he was dating Jennifer Love Hewitt. Sighing at the total bullshit the article was he looked around his hotel room and decided to go for a drive around town before crashing for the night. He took the keys for his black BMW and snuck out of the Beverly Hills Hotel to avoid the stalkeratizi that was most likely staking out his hotel room and drove down the Sunset Strip.
As he looked up and down the street, looking for interesting people he spotted a tall, long legged blonde in a short black mini skirt, a black halter top and black vinyl boots. Pulling the car closer to the sidewalk he asked, "Need a ride?" Peyton turned around to see a young looking guy in a black BMW convertible looking at her with an expectant look on his face. "From you hot shot?" Peyton wondered. Not waiting for him to respond she answered her own question, "No thanks." She continued on her way down the street hoping that the kid would leave her alone. She didn't need a rich boy looking for a prom date she needed a man who was looking for a good time. Looks like you and I are going the same way." Peyton turned around, annoyed that the guy couldn't take a hinted and remarked, "I don't do proms, so why don't you go find another ho to make your little Barbie doll jealous." Chris was shocked at what had just come out of that girl's mouth and wondered if she knew who he was so he asked, "Do you know who Chris Keller is?"
Peyton rolled her eyes and as she was about to make another smart-ass comment she realized that Chris Keller was sitting in the BMW and that he was trying to give her a ride. "Well, in case you haven't looked in a mirror lately, you'd know that you're Chris Keller," Peyton replies dryly, "I didn't know you talked about yourself in third person though." "I didn't know girls called themselves hoes." Chris said. "Yeah, well since you're so keen on giving me a lift, I'll explain it to you so long as I can drive the car." Peyton said with a challenging glint in her large hazel eyes. Chris never one to back down from a challenge, opened the driver's seat and sat in the passenger's seat asking, "You getting in or what, Curly?" Peyton shut the driver's seat and hopped into the car, enjoying the leather seats as she shifted the car into drive she sped away from the curb and raced down Hollywood Boulevard with the radio on full blast playing Gwen Stefani's song Rich Girl. Chris suddenly felt really nervous when he looked at the speedometer and noticed how fast they were going. He so did not want to end up like James Dean.
Peyton smirked when she saw how nervous Chris looked and gently laid her hand on the inside of his thigh, rubbing her hand back and forth as her long fingers inched toward his crotch whispering, "You need to relax." Chris looked down at his leg and replied, "If you take your hand off my thigh and stop reaching for my crotch I'd be more relaxed." Peyton giggled and drove the car up the road to the Beverly Hills Hotel where she usually spent most of her nights and pulled it into the valet parking lot and replied, "The only girls that call themselves hoes are hoes." She climbed out of the car and was about to walk away Chris shouted, "Wait!" Peyton turned around asking, "What?" He couldn't believe he was doing this but for some reason he did. "How much do you charge?" Peyton walked back to the car and whispered in Chris ear as she leaned over the door of the BMW, "I charge $20,000 but for you, sexy I'll charge $15,000."