𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋| Robby Keene [ONGOING FOR SEASON 6 PART 2]

𝟎𝟑𝟒. tennessee gal

chapter thirty-four:
❛ tennessee gal❜

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Clementine stepped off the plane, the familiar scent of the Tennessee air hitting her as she walked through the bustling airport with her brother, Tyler, by her side. She adjusted the strap of her bag and scanned the crowd ahead, her eyes lighting up when she spotted her Grandpubba and Dolli waving excitedly at the gate.

"There they are!" Tyler exclaimed, nudging Clem with his elbow.

Clementine smiled, her heart warming at the sight of her grandparents. Dolli, her grandmother, stood in a simple floral dress and her signature sunhat, her face beaming with joy. Beside her, Grandpubba, in his worn jeans and checkered shirt, raised a hand to wave, his weathered face creasing into a grin.

As they approached, Dolli enveloped Clementine in a warm hug. "There's our birthday girl! Look at you, all grown up," she gushed, pulling back to take a good look at her. "Seventeen! Can you believe it, Grandpubba?"

Grandpubba chuckled, wrapping an arm around Tyler and pulling him in for a side hug. "Hard to believe, ain't it? Seems like just yesterday you two were running around the farm with pigtails and dirt on your faces."

Clementine laughed, the memories of carefree summers spent at their grandparents' farm flooding back. Tyler leaned into the embrace, a smile on his face.

Dolli's eyes darted around behind them, her smile fading slightly. "Where's your daddy? We were hoping to see him too."

Clementine hesitated for a moment before answering, "He's at work. He couldn't get the time off."

Dolli and Grandpubba exchanged a glance, a hint of concern in their eyes, but neither pressed further. "Well, you're here, and that's what matters," Dolli said, squeezing Clementine's hand. "Come on, we've got a little something waiting for you at the farm."

Tyler smirked. "A little something, huh?"

The drive from the airport to the farm was filled with light-hearted chatter and stories, the familiar sights of the Tennessee countryside rolling by. As they turned down the long gravel driveway, Clem noticed something unusual—cars, lots of them, lined up along the side of the road leading to the farmhouse.

"What's going on?" Clem asked, her eyes widening as they neared the house.

Dolli just smiled mysteriously. "You'll see."