"So," Nick started, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal once Demi got into the car. "What’s your real name?" Nick asked, looking over at her for a second, then reverting his gaze back to the road.
"Excuse me?" Demi asked, startled by his question. Not making costumers usually ask that. They usually ask her to give them a hand job while they drive back to their place.
"You’re real name can’t be Sweet Charity. I think I’d kill my parents if they named me that." Nick said. Demi giggled. He had a point.
"Demi." She answered.
Nick looked over at her again and smiled. “That’s a pretty name.” He said. Demi turned her head toward her window to hide her blush.
'Why am I blushing?' Demi thought. 'He's just another costumer, that's all. There's no such thing as Prince Charming.'
"So how old are you?" Nick asked. His attention was back on the road by now.
"21." Demi answered.
"And you’ve been doing this how long?"
"Three years."
"So, does that make you…good…or something?" Nick asked.
Demi looked at him and smirked. “I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me.” She seductively said.
Nick looked at her, smiled, then turned his attention back to the street. The car fell silent.
Feeling a tad awkward, Demi asked, “Can I turn on the radio?”
"Go for it." Nick responded.
Demi leaned forward in her seat and turned on the radio. 97.1 ‘The Ticket’ started blaring the Red Wings game throughout the mustang.
"Oh, can we keep this?" Nick asked. "It’s the Wings game and we’re in the Stanely Cup play-offs, so it’s kinda important." He explained.
"Of course we’re keeping it!" Demi said, leaning back in her seat. "I wanted to watch the game, but duty calls."
Nick looked at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “You like the Red Wings?” He asked her in disbelief.
"Hell yeah! They’re amazing! And besides, Ericsson is gorgeous."
"I know right?" Nick joked in a girly voice. This made Demi laugh.
Another minute passed and Nick shook his head and laughed.
"What?" Demi asked.
"I still can’t get over the fact that you like the Red Wings." Nick replied.
"Oh, come on. Us prostitues know guy stuff. It makes it easier for us to do our job. I mean, Julia Roberts’ character knew about cars in ‘Pretty Woman’ and look what happened there." Demi explained.
"I’m guessing Julia Roberts was a hooker in that movie."
Demi starred at him in shock for a couple seconds. “You haven’t seen ‘Pretty Woman’?” Nick shook his head. “Pull into Blockbuster now.” Demi commanded.
"Is it open this late?" Nick asked, turning on his right turn signal as he glided into the right lane.
"It’s only 10:30." Demi replied.
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Nick put the car in park once he was positioned correctly in the parking space in front of Blockbuster. He and Demi got out of the car at the same time and walked up to the video rental store.
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FanfictionDemi Lovato, 21 years old and a hooker. Nick Jonas, 21 years old and the third child of the richest family in Southeast Michigan. One faithful meeting on the corner of Eight Mile and Middlebelt will set these two on a journey down a path that they’l...