I was back home in Tennessee, my mom had died and her funeral was last week, I had stopped outside of Paul's bar for one last drink before heading home.
Luke Bryan blasted from the jukebox and I hummed along as I sat at the bar.
"How long you in town for?" Paul asked. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning" I said sipping my drink. "I'm sorry about your mom Grayce" he sighed. I nodded. "Not the best reason to come home huh?" He nodded heading to the other end of the bar.
"Whatcha drinking darlin"
I knew that voice before I looked up. It had only been two years but it felt like a lifetime..
I looked up.
"Hey Mo"
"Grayce Dawson" his breath hitched.
"Man it's good to see you"
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Sand In My Boots
Fanfiction*something bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love eastern Tennessee* The story of two best friends and their lives. One navigating stardom and one navigating feeling left behind. what happens when a chance encounter years later at a bar brin...
