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For Sophie, small town life has never felt small. With her four best friends—loving, infuriating, and all she could ever ask for—she can weather any storm. But when Sophie’s beloved Acadia High School marching band is selected to march in the upcoming Rose Parade, it’s her job to get them all the way to LA. Her plan? To persuade country singer Megan Pleasant, their Midwestern town’s only claim to fame, to come back to Acadia to headline a fundraising festival.
The only problem is that Megan has very publicly sworn never to return.
What ensues is a journey filled with long-kept secrets, hidden heartbreaks, and revelations that could change everything—along with a possible fifth best friend: a new guy with a magnetic smile and secrets of his own.
315 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 15, 2019
“Were you eating cold lasagna?” I asked, scooping pasta remains into the Tupperware while he wiped up the trail of sauce.
“Yeah?”
“But the microwave is right there. Love yourself.”
“I like it better cold.”
“What?”
“Warm lasagna is too”—he waved a hand—“disorganized.”
“What?” I repeated.
“It holds together better cold. It’s more cohesive.”
“Are you working on some kind of seminar about this?”
“Yup. Yeah. I am, actually. I’m the world’s foremost cold-lasagna scholar.”
“No, screw that,” Brit said. “People who ask for samples in general. There are fourteen flavors. There have been fourteen flavors there for the last, like, fifty-seven years. Really? You want to sample strawberry? Do you really need to try strawberry?”
“Now where are we going?” Dad said when I asked, looking up from his paper. He and my mom did crossword puzzles like they were an Olympic sport.
“I am going to Jake Weaver’s house.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do we know Jake Weaver?”
“He’s from school.”
“Oh, from school. That clears it up. Take my keys. And my debit card too, let’s give Jake Weaver from school free rein over our bank account.”
“I get it. Just … seemed important to Sophie.”
“Everything’s important to Sophie. She cries when people get voted off reality shows.”
But you care about people. Like … more than most people do.”
“How do you know?”
“You make Cadence mac and cheese on the stove.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“The microwave kind is so much faster. The kind from the box means you have to boil the water and cook the pasta and make the sauce and mix it together. It takes longer and it tastes a thousand times better and that’s the kind you make for her, because you care.”



// buddy read with my beloved rain



'She leaned in, dropping down to a whisper: “Where will you spend eternity?”
“I don’t know where, but I know how.”
“Hm?”
“How I’ll spend it.”
“And how’s that?"
“Loving you guys,” I said, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.'
Where would you spent the eternity?