Historias de Boellis

This is a heartfelt piece about the beautiful and slightly tragic romance between one Bow Elvis and one Hairy Stiles. Also, it is a parody. I just wanted to dedicate this to one of my favorite authors, that of Dark, a beautiful and lovely fanfiction. Also, to my dear friends Abigail and Sarah, without you, Durk would be nothing. Half of that was also a joke.

Dark Sequel

Dark and After, two of the most amazing fanfics ever written. What happens when Harry and Bo meets Harry and Tessa? You'll just have to read and find out. ;) Credits to imaginator1d and h28.

*ALL CREDIT GOES TO HAN-RAWR* "Will you ever tell me about him?" "About who?" I ask whilst applying balm to my chapped lips. "The boy you left behind." His name doesn't have to be spoken. Even with a fresh start he still manages to press against the cracking wall I've built to keep thoughts of him at bay. My stomach drops and any attempt to appear normal is futile. I'm pretty sure the colour has drained from my face and all I want to do is remove myself from the situation. I had hoped to forget him, but he's still there; pleading with me not to erase all the seeming insignificant conversations and touches we shared. "I've seen you with James, when he comes and surprises you," her voice is softer now. "When you turn around you look disappointed, almost as though you wished it to be someone else." I swallow down the lump in my throat. I know where she's steering the conversation, but I want to jump ship. "The other boy," Tiff concludes. My mind allows me a fluttering glance into the memories I keep bunkered down. He smiles at me and I immediately abort the reminiscence, slamming that door shut and dead-bolting it. And I come to the conclusion that he'll never just be another boy, he'll always be the boy.

Sequel to DARK.