Gerald Earl Gillium, better known as G-Eazy is on tour in California, when he captivates himself in Hennessey and other exotics. on stage, drunk as the crowd blurs. His eyes suddenly lock on some hotties, looking for a one night stand. His mind suddenly changes when he meets Aria.

❝Never Thought That The Love Of My Life Would Be An Asshole And A Famous Rapper...❞ || 22 year old Alexis Anderson had a normal life, just graduated college on becoming a photographer and has a boyfriend who loves her but then her life took an unexpected turn for the 'worse' then suddenly became happy. ||

"Love," he scoffs, "is for the dreamers." "And are you not a dreamer, Monsieur?" She asks "I guess I am." And so it begins, the love story that spans social class, two continents, college life, shows every other night, and the two people beautifully damaged by life. Gerald Gillum (aka G-Eazy) steals the heart of Marilyn deBoncoeur, the French poet with a lacerated heart. But when Gerald returns to the U.S. Will their crazy love last?

"Hold my hand, look into my eyes, and walk with me to hell." These things happen for a reason. And sometimes we question that reason. Meeting each other was a sudden mistake, something unexpected; but the burning need for each other wasn't a mistake, it was fate. So what happens when your world is falling apart and there's only one person saving you from the demons hiding in the darkness? Because no one knows how truly bad he is until he has tried very hard to be good. "I know I should stay away from you, cause it's no good for me- I try but my obsession won't let me leave." There's always those deadly dreams that keeps us wanting more.

'I woke up and the first thing I saw was Gerald, sleeping peacefully. His eyelashes. His jawline. His hair. His lips. I couldn't help myself so I kissed him.'

He turned his attention to me. "And I don't think I know you?" "Oh, yeah. I'm Elena," I smiled, holding out my hand. He chuckled in response, shaking his head as he pulled me in for a hug instead. It was kind of awkward considering the major height difference between the two of us, not to mention how completely unprepared I was for the contact. "Handshakes are kind of lame. I'm G." I couldn't help but laugh as well. Was this guy serious? "Just G?" I asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. He nodded once. "Just G." --- Writing story descriptions has never been my forte, but this contains quite a lot of sexual content and strong language. This goes without saying, but please don't steal my story. It's really not that great anyways lmao *also vaguely features members of The Neighbourhood Highest ranking: #320 in Fanfiction (07/31/16) #285 in Fanfiction (08/06/16) #272 in Fanfiction (08/09/16) #1 in "G-Eazy"