My Country Boy
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  • Reads 5,327
  • Votes 58
  • Parts 27
  • Time 3h 10m
Ongoing, First published May 30, 2022
Mature
Blakely Moore.   A.K.A  Blake 
 A girl  from a medium size town in Mississippi called Philadelphia. 

Michael Hardy.   A.K.A Hardy 
 A boy from the same medium size town in Mississippi as Blakely. 

Morgan Wallen. 
A boy from sneedville Tennessee, who's dad wanted him to play baseball but he got hurt and changed his whole life on The Voice. 

 Blake and Hardy have been best friends since the time they were born, though Hardy is 3 years older than her, they're families were always together.  

 Soon Hardy goes off to Nashville to live out his dream of songwriting, leaving Blake behind in Mississippi pondering what she'll do with hers.

When she finally figures out what she wants and is ready to pack up and go to Nashville, things go a little bit differently than planned.

*I Do Not own Morgan Wallen Or Michael Hardy. I only own Blakely Moore and the other random side character.*
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