A story about leaving, returning, and everything you almost said. Wilson Webber never meant to come back to Laredo. Not after last summer, not after the postcards, and definitely not after the goodbye that wasn't really a goodbye. But now he's back, older, quieter, wearing Brando Copeland's old brown jacket like a dare. Brando's still the golden boy of their nowhere Texas town, baseball trophies, perfect girlfriend, and a heart full of secrets he's been pretending don't matter. Until Wilson shows up and everything he buried starts clawing its way out. Between late-night bonfires, crumbling friendships, mixtapes that say too much, and a summer that tastes like dust and maybe-love, the past refuses to stay gone. Because sometimes the hardest thing isn't leaving, it's coming home to the person you used to be.

"I'm such a loser." I mumble to myself, thinking he wouldn't hear. "Good to know you're aware." ☹☹☹ Nineteen year-old Prairie Taylor desperately searches for a job that could provide her enough money, and ends up going on tour with the one and only Conan Gray for his newly released EP Sunset Season. And it all starts with a glass of milkshake. Conan tries to get close to her but fails several times, and he's determined to find out why she gets along so well with his bandmates while he almost never gets a conversation going with her. As their friendship grows, the twenty year old singer uncovers different secrets from Prairie. Secrets that she's been keeping to herself from the band. Secrets only her closest friend knew. And as they get closer, as cheesy as it sounds, they realize what they have is more than just a friendship.

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲... amy and conan share a past full of memories that they're both trying to overcome. but when they unexpectedly cross paths one day, it all comes flooding back. although amy has managed to move on, she just can't stop thinking about him. and maybe, conan feels exactly the same about her.

One residency. Two songwriters. A church full of ghosts and a past they don't talk about. Milo writes like no one's listening. Conan sings like he's still trying to be heard. They weren't supposed to fall for each other-but somewhere between verses, they do.