Chapter 11

Waking Up In Vegas

A/N: Hey I know this is possibly the longest update ever so distracted. I haven't fully stuck on the couples I think I will just experiment. I hope your still interested so much more drama to come.

The door slammed shut as Peyton stormed through the tiny one room apartment that was wasting away all her savings for apparently nothing.

"Wow Blondie! Do you mind the amazing mind of Chris Keller is trying to put his genius in yet another one of his songs?" Her arrogant and obnoxious roommate added.

"Hey! Chris Keller how many of these apparently genius song has became a hit or even any one expect unfortunately me has heard it?" Peyton hissed back.

"I know your upset cause 'The Keller' turned you down."

"Seriously I would actually storm into another room but we don't have any so since I can't be bothered listening to all the mighty Chris Fricken Keller speak I will instead going to turn on some Jeff Buckley before I kill you and end up jail which is just a lose-lose situation expect for the world who can celebrate in losing the world's most annoying person" Peyton snapped.

"Wow considering that was a long boring rant I just sort of turned out expect on the words 'Mighty Chris Keller' and 'Turn on' which are both painfully obvious. However if you don't play nice then I won't tell you my exciting news."

"You got new wax. I always knew something this great could happen to you." Peyton replied as sarcasm dripped from each word.

"Well yeah I did actually thanks for noticing but no that isn't the big news. Guess who got a gig." Chris gleamed.

"Uhh, playing on street corner of Time Square doesn't count as a gig"

"Okay so you don't want to come to Vegas with me and my brother."

"Oh yeah Derek our other roommate and meant to be your guardian. You mean the guy who invited me to do cocaine lines with him a couple of hookers. Yeah I would be honoured." Peyton snipped.

"Well he was the one who got me this gig." Chris quickly added defensively

"He's also the one who punches you for fun…"

"Look you can either go and actually attempt have fun." He paused staring at her blank expression. "Yes I know your Peyton Sawyer dark and moody, pain in the ass that refuses to have fun but it could actually do you the world of good."

"When have you ever you thought of anybody else but yourself?" Peyton rhetorically questioned

"What? Chris Keller cares!"

"Chris Keller need stop using the third person before I kick Chris Keller's ass."

"I knew you were obsessed with my ass." Chris smirked.

"Says the guy who stares at mine at every opportunity he can get." Peyton said quirky her eyebrow playfully.

"And…" He paused matching her look. "Anyways the way I see it Blondie you have two options. One) you stay her pouting and hoping some one will knock one the door and want your depressing drawings which will never happen. Or two) you could just fully let lose for once in your life."

"How do you expect me to pay for the trip when I can barely pay for rent."

"Look this is possibly the best venue ever I am getting a good bit of cash for it so I can pay for you."

"What's the catch"

"Well when I say a good bit of cash I mean enough for one room."

"So that's the catch…"Peyton rolled her eyes before continuing.

"It's not really catch plus I know you have been dying to share a bed with me since you laid eyes on me." Chris grinned.

"Wow you just get more diluted each second…"

"Just think about it! It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or something." Chris added before walking towards his bed.

"I don't get it!" Brooke finally managed to utter those few words out her mouth whilst her body continued frozen to the ground of the shock before erupting into laughter. "Oh right I get it I'm being Punk'd right?"

"I thought you had to be famous to be Punk'd anyways…" Chris smirked.

"Shut up so not the point. I mean why else would some creepy guy come to this house and say that you were married to one of my sisters." Brooke said quirking an eye brow.

"Oh so you are one of the triplets. Wow is everyone this hot in this family?"

"Yeah why is every one in your family obnoxious?" Brooke snipped.

"Yeah I'm just the exception." Chris added causing Brooke to roll her eyes.

"Are you going to continue to piss me of suppose brother-in-law or am I actually going to get an explanation out of you before I freeze my fricken ass out her!" Brooke growled.

"Why don't you ask Mrs Peyton Davis-Keller?"

Brooke glared at him as her hands folded against her chest. "Fine the quicker she denies it the quicker I can kick your ass to the curb." She paused for a second before turning towards the door. "Mrs Keller your husband is here." She shouted.

"Vegas baby!" Chris gleamed as he took his first steps in 'Sin City'

"Yeah! Real original." Peyton snipped.

"Wow two seconds here and already you're moaning and being sarcastic that actually might be a new record even for you."

"Yep well get use it after all you were the one who practically begged me to come here promising me a nice hotel suite and here we are standing in front of a crumby motel that makes our apartment look like something from the Upper East Side." Peyton hissed.

"Yeah well apparently even with the money I'm making at the hotel and with the discount of the room I still can't afford it plus I have to pay Derek for actually getting the gig." Chris admitted whilst he submitted the key in to the hole before fidgeting to open the door and finally pushing his body harshly into the wooden frame it opened. "There you go my lady."

Peyton rolled her eyes at the remake before gagging at the smell and sight of her suppose palace. "Yeah you're right getting an STD does sound fun." She mocked referring to the fact that he guaranteed a fun trip.

"It's not that bad." Chris tried to saying without chocking from the stench of the place.

"I swear I am this close on running towards my car and driving off dude with or without you."

"Well we could always use your car to sleep in. It would be real rock 'n' roll style." Chris quickly suggested.

"Yeah it's also very dying of hypothermia style." Peyton quipped.

"You always have to find faults with all of my plans." Chris pouted. "What are you doing by the way?" He said whilst looking at her questionably.

"I'm trying to find something to spray this room with?" She said before sighing and grabbing some perfume and body spray before using every last context of the items to cover the room in a heavy fog of chemicals.

"I'm chocking." Chris barely muttered in between coughs before he felt Peyton's hand attaching onto his arm to drag him out the door.

"While we wait for the fumes to dye down in our room you can get me hammered because it is the only way I will be able to share a disgusting room with a disgusting person without killing either you or myself." Peyton demanded.

"Sounds good to me…" Chris added with a nod of approval.

Peyton heart pounded and her eyes filled with pure panic and desperation. She wished and hoped that something could pop in her head to deny it without actually lying to her sisters. However it was impossible. She let out a small yet forced chuckle to benefit Haley who stared at her with confusion. "What the hell is going out there?" Peyton questioned deciding to play dumb for a while.

"Mrs Keller?" Haley questioned blankly.

Peyton began to trail her body out of the comfy position she was in trying to relax her body to the best of her ability however she could feel her muscles tensing at each step she took and her face became flushed and flustered as she wrecked her brain for something to get herself out of this horrible situation.

It wasn't a quick walk till she met him at the door step. He was smug and coy as per usual. That stupid grin as he looked her up and down. Before welcoming her. "Hello wifey?"

"Chris!" Peyton snipped. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here? More like why the hell is he calling you wifey?" Brooke chirped.

"Guys can you bring it in the living room so I can follow what's going on. You know the girl with the broken leg not really able to move that would be me." Haley shouted her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Don't worry Hales this won't take long." Peyton reassured before turning her attention back to the problem. "So what are you doing here?"

"Well considering you just ran off after that night I thought I should come visit see how my sisters-in-law are doing?" Chris smirked.

Her eyes slid down his petit body frame before noticing the burn marks on his arm. It didn't take long to realise why he was really here.

"Are you wearing make up?" Brooke questioned.

Peyton eyes were torn away from the burn at the comment and she was right meaning that his face was that badly messed up even he could think of enough excuses to cover for his brother's behaviour. "You can stay but this has to stop Chris." She said knowingly glancing into his eyes.

"It will he's just going through some issues." Chris said grabbing his bags and welcoming himself in.

"Okay I can't really count that as an explanation." Brooke exclaimed as she slammed the door shut and followed the two into the living room.

"Yeah so what is going on?" Haley waited till all three where seated before starting her integration.

Peyton anxiously ran her hand through curly blonde locks as she complicated on whether or not to lie to the only two people she really trusted in this world or just confess to something that would make them question and judge her even further.

Peyton slurped on her cocktail mix as she wondered through the casino watching people as they either celebrated with drink or commiserated with drink however either way standing beside any guy usually lead to her getting free drinks. She wasn't usually the type of girl to either get drunk to the point of blurred vision and constant smile on her face as she was blissfully happy with oddly everything nor was she the type of girl to use guys to get free drinks but neither her or Chris had money and she desperately need something to take her mind this disastrous trip. She slurped finishing every single drop of the contents and satisfyingly grinned as she watched Chris return with another drink for her. "Thanks." She smiled sweetly before attaching her mouth onto the straw and letting the cool mix of alcohol soothed her. "Did I mention how surprisingly good your set was?"

Chris perked an eyebrow dazzled with confusion as he wait for some snipe comment to follow the compliment or trying to sense any sarcasm to the however it sound somewhat sincere and not like her.. "How many of those have you actually had?" he quickly questioned.

"One." She smirked.

"Really only one?" He looked at her questionably.

"Well one to many…" She admitted followed by rolling her eyes. "But yet not enough."

"Well remind me to get you drunk more often it leads you to actually be nice." Chris grinned.

"I'm always nice." Peyton replied densely.

"The lady doth protest too much,methinks." Chris sniped.

"Whatever." She hissed before downing the rest of the contents. "Me thinks you should so kindly get me a refill, sir." She mocked.

"Funny." He noted. "However my lady we have no money for you alcoholic tendencies."

"You do I seen the a few bills in your wallet." She said as her hand reached quickly into his pocket and pulled it out. "Actually never mind drinks are on me."

"Haha!" He replied dryly. "That's the money I owe Derek."

"Well then drinks are on Derek." She smiled sweetly before walking towards the bar before he could protest.

Peyton pushed through the crowds over people hovering around the bar stand. She flashed a smile at the bar tender knowing that it would get her served that much quicker.

"Yes 'Mam'?" He casually questioned.

"Can I have two Jack Daniels and cokes?" She smiled fluttering her eye lashes in the process; Brooke would be so proud, she thought to herself.

"Hello sexy!" She heard some obnoxious voice before feeling a slap to her ass making her slightly vomit in her mouth.

"Get your hands off my ass before I kick you in area you'd rather be treated nicely." She smiled sarcastically.

The guy removed his hand away from her ass leaving her to sigh with relief however the feeling was short lived when she felt grab her arm threateningly pushing her towards a wall. The smell of the alcohol made her stomach churn, his lips near pressing on hers while his hands crawled all over her body. She squirmed try to realise herself closing her eyes as his lips pierced her skin reminded her of acid burning her skin however quickly he was removed from her body.

"Stay the hell away from her." He said before punching the guy. He smiled seeing him stumble to the ground however the drunken guy regained his balance and know a scowl on his face. Chris grabbed Peyton's arm and rushed her out the door into the pouring rain.

"Thanks." She whispered.

He just nodded and shrugged. "Some people would call me a hero." He joked. "Maybe a medal should be made in my name 'Chris Keller' Hero of the city and …" He was stopped in his track as he felt her soft lips meet with his check.

"It was brave until he chased you out and you screamed like a girl." She laughed briefly. "Although I don't know what I would have done without you." She praised honestly showing a side of vulnerability that not many have seen before.

He smiled sweetly. "You could have kicked his ass. I was just really protecting the guy before you unleashed you kung-fu on him."

"Kung-fu?" She chuckled.

"I guess I was more drunker then me thinks." He shrugged.

She just giggled grabbing his hand and pulling pen from her bag before scribbling on his arm.

"Peyton's Bitch!" He read frowning a brow.

She shrugged. "I'm imprinting my territory so no bitch can come near you."

"I knew you wanted me" He smirked.

"Not as much as you want me." She coyly replied.

"Obviously!" He noted with his infamous smirk scrolled across his face.

She rolled her eyes before noticing his brother stroll towards them friends in tow.

"Well hello gorgeous!" Derek said before slapping her ass.

"Hello Dick, I mean Derek." She hissed while removing his head from her ass.

"Listen bitch play nice and I might give you a treat." He retorted pulling a bag containing white powder. "Let me guess you're going to say 'no' in a sarcastic way. You're so predictable."

Her blood bubbled through her veins. If there was one thing she defied was being predictable after all she gave up everything to move to New York however she wasn't going to be told what to do either.

"See the emo bitch is too scared. This is Las Vegas babes don't be such a prude." He laughed with his other friends.

"Yeah you're right maybe I should take this." She said snapping the bag. ""And…" She added as she began to empty the contents in a near by gratin "… do this." She smirked seeing his teeth grit together. She felt her arm being tugged and yelp of 'Run' from Chris.

"Haley can't we leave the 20 questions for another time my head is killing me." She said rubbing her temples and closing her eyes.

"Why don't we get a bottle of whisky that normally gets the truth flowing." Brooke suggested before rushing to the kitchen bringing out the bottle from their fathers cabinet followed with 3 glasses. "Sorry Hales but with the medication your on it's not like you need another little high."

"Yeah cause that's me for ya constantly on my little high's." Haley retorted sarcastically.

"Exactly!" Brooke teased. "Moving on…" she quickly added seeing the scowl on her sister's face "One for you creepy brother-in-law. And of course one for the blushing bride."

Silence fell over the group as they didn't know where to start the conversation as so many questions that remained un-answered.

"How about a game of 'I Never' I'll go first." She paused. "Oh I have a good one. I've never been married."

"Sneaky Brooke I nearly fell for that." Peyton added in her usual sarcastic tone.

"Well obviously you're married or else you would have denied it by now." Brooke said stating the obvious. "Just admit it and we will get dad to get you a quick divorce and presto free from creepy guy who won't stop starring at my boobs."

"No we are not getting dad involved." Peyton quickly and firmly said.

"And I was obviously just admiring that top." Chris defended himself

"Yeah of course you were." Brooke rolled her eyes. "So tell us how it happened I'm sure it's so 'romantic'."

Entering the nearest building they found themselves in a Little White Chapel. They panted catching their breathes and sitting on the seats provided in the reception.

"I think we have lost them." Chris said in-between breathes.

"Or not!" Peyton quickly added pointing to the now angry mob approaching them.

"Well if it isn't bitchy and the beast." Derek hissed.

"I was obviously doing you a favour them drugs seem to being having bad side effect of stupid ass puns." Peyton retorted.

"Wow you are so funny but know you have to make it up for me." Derek suggested as he pulled her near.

"Stop!" Chris said tugging Peyton towards him. "You can't do that to her."

"Why the hell not?" Derek hissed as he clenched his fits together.

"Because…" He paused as he felt his body stricken with panic and fear. He searched the rooms thoroughly for reason to pop into his head. "Because we are getting married?" He said questioning himself.

"What?" Both Peyton and Derek shrieked.

"Uhh yeah. That's why we came in here but we are too young to get married without a consent of a parent."

"Well technically I'm your guardian and you know I will always help you out." Derek said calling his bluff. "Unless your are lying to me bro. I really hope not because you know I hate it when you lie to me."

"Fine that's do it." Peyton quickly added calling on Derek's bluff.

"Yeah right Sawyer as if you are going to marry a loser like Chris."

"Yeah well if he's a loser and he's 10xtimes the man you'll ever be so what does that make you then?"

"Peyton where are you going with this?" Chris whispered.

"He's not really going to marry us." Peyton rolled her eyes at Chris before turning her direction towards Derek who had know made his way to the reception are pointing at Peyton and Chris.

What was that you were saying then?" Chris quickly added.

"Well this is your fault anyways you didn't exactly stop me from digging this hole that you originally created."

"Look like you two are in luck the receptionist said she would be glad to marry you in half an hour." Derek smirked.

"Well then Chris and I should get something to wear. You two stay here and we will run out and meet you back here." Peyton added matching his smirk.

"Why don't we all go together that way I don't miss any moment to my little brother's big day."

"That is so sweet. I hope your paying though because neither I nor Chris has any money for this arrangement." Peyton added knowing how tight Derek was when it came to money.

"My pleasure." He hissed as much as he didn't want to spend a dime on either of the brats standing before him he wasn't going to let them squirm out this hole so easily.

"Great well for my dress I was thinking Vera Wang and maybe for Chris an Armani suit."

"Listen white trash you will get what is given after all wedding are meant to be about love and union not money obviously you know that or else you wouldn't be marrying Chris."

Peyton snorted. "I never knew you were a true romantic."

"Better believe it sister-in-law." He smirked. "Look we all know you are bluffing so Chris just be a man and face your punishment."

Chris gulped knowing they truly couldn't play this dumb charade forever and the longer they dug the worse it was going to be for him. She sighed before attempting to open his mouth and tell the truth however you could his throat closing over and his lips stuck together. He felt tears forming he hated it so much the pain, the bruises the embarrassment of it all.

Peyton could feel her heart break after all it was he stupidly that got him into this situation and he was going to have taken the consequences of her mistakes. Why did she steal the money specifically kept for Derek what for a few stupid drinks it really didn't feel worth it now? As for throw his stash of drugs away she could feel the venom bubbling through her veins there was no way she was letting Chris take the blame even though it meant marrying at the age of 17. It sounded ridiculous even thinking about it but maybe it was alcohol killing of her brain supply or maybe it was the guilt whatever it was meant she'd be walking down that isle soon to the bridal march and married by the fat Elvis impersonator every girls dream, although she was exactly every girl.

"Believe it or not we are getting married even if it means an ass like you will be giving us the permission." Peyton quickly added.

"Your funeral love." Derek snorted.

"What the hell are you doing Sawyer or will you be taking my last name." Chris whispered.

"Hardly. I'm just saving your butt considering it's my fault your sort of in this situation."

"Well this one hell of an apology."

"Well I guess that's why they annulments."

Yeah that's exactly what annulments are for." Chris hissed with sarcasm.

'Shut up and put your money where your mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.'

A/N: Sorry about the longest update ever. A bit of a filler but there will be so much more drama soon and I know the marriage scheme is literally ridiculous but stranger things have happened on One Tree Hill, right? Please read and review a bit of encouragement goes along way. Ta much x