Phlo Finister, a 20 year-old model/singer from Los Angeles, California finds herself unexpectedly falling for Robb Bank$, an 18 year-old Broward County rapper. Phlo doesn't see Robb being more than her friend until they're forced together one night, by her best friend Ella, and she learns that deep down, she had feelings for him all along.

He was spiraling and she saved him but he was worried that she'd give away his business for 10 seconds of clout. His trust was bruised, a side affect to fame. She was understanding but he didn't care. ❗️WARNING: Topics of death, suicidal thoughts, depression and graphic descriptive scenes (ie. sexual or human endangerment) will be present so proceed with caution!

a story based in the 1970s. not a fanfic, it's just based off the 70s.

"I wonder if she knows who I am, or that I even exist." This is a fanfiction about Cher but with a small twist. This the story of Cameron Sarkisian. Does any part of that name sound familiar to you? Hmm. This story is completely made up for fun and entertainment. Some names and people will remain true to the people in Cher's life although most will be made up to help with the flow of the story line. Not all of the information will be correct due to again, the flow of the storyline. This is my disclaimer ahead of time and I hope that this will allow you to avoid some confusion.

"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?" My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought was mine for the last hour. "Um... Yes thank you. You can call me Ilse. I'll probably be back a lot more." I smiled. But my last name isn't Bowie, I must have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt.

Bowie fan fiction