Here's to Us(What If It's Us #2)(103)
Jeff ?stberg, for a cover that was love at first sight.
Froy Gutierrez and Noah Galvin for sharing their unbelievable talent with our boys yet again.
Jacob Demlow, who is even more iconic than his fictional counterpart. Their wisdom, insight, and wealth of theatrical knowledge made this book so much richer.
Mark Oshiro, who pulled the ultimate Mario by schooling us in Spanish and making this book a hundred times more super.
Frantz Baron, for the ultimate virtual tour of Bloomingdale’s.
David and the Arnolds + Jasmine and the Wargas. We wish these bands existed, but we’re mostly just glad these people do.
The book community. Truly, this book wouldn’t exist without the support What If It’s Us received from readers, bloggers, booktokkers, bookstagrammers, booksellers, librarians, and artists, and we’re so grateful.
So many friends—SO many. When finishing this book felt impossible, you carried us through. Though this short list barely scratches the surface: Dahlia Adler, Amy Austin, Patrice Caldwell, Dhonielle Clayton, Zoraida Cordova, Jenn Dugan, Sophie Gonzales, Elliot Knight, Marie Lu, Kat Ramsburg, Aisha Saeed, Jaime Semensohn, Nic Stone, Sabaa Tahir, Angie Thomas, Julian Winters, and the Yoonicorns.
Our families, who we love in every universe. So grateful to every single one of you Jews and Puerto Ricans (and all the rest of you, too). Special shout-outs to Brian, Owen, Henry, Persi, the Riveras, and baby Max.
And finally: Willow and Tazz, who sacrificed so many head scratches so this book could get written. Heroes.
Excerpts from Kate In Waiting and Infinity Son
DON’T MISS THE LATEST FROM
BECKY ALBERTALLI & ADAM SILVERA!
A buoyant rom-com about BFFs, shared crushes, and daring to step into the spotlight.
Two siblings put brotherhood, love, and loyalty to the test during a magical war generations in the making.
FROM
KATE IN WAITING
Overture
It really feels like an ending, in every way possible. With the curtains pulled closed, the stage might as well be another planet. A well-lit planet full of giant foam set pieces, inhabited only by Andy and me—and Matt.
Coke-Ad Matt.
“It’s now or never,” whispers Andy. He doesn’t move an inch.
Neither do I.
We just sort of stand there, in the shadow of a papier-maché Audrey 2.
There’s nothing sadder than the end of a crush. And it’s not like this was one of those distant-stranger crushes. Andy and I have actually talked to this boy. Tons of words, on multiple glorious occasions. No small feat, since Matt’s the kind of gorgeous that usually renders us speechless. He’s got one of those old-timey faces, with blond hair and pink cheeks. Our friend Brandie collects Coca-Cola merch, and I swear the vintage ad in her bathroom looks exactly like Matt. Thus the nickname. The ad says, “Thirst stops here.” But in our case, the thirst doesn’t stop.
It’s basic Avril Lavigne math. We were the junior theater counselors. He was our cute townie vocal consultant. You truly could not make it any more obvious. And for a full six weeks, he’s been the sun in our solar system. But he lives up the road from camp, in Mentone, Alabama.
Which is just about a hundred miles away from Roswell, Georgia.
So Andy’s right. Now or never.
Deep breath. “Hey. Uh, Matt.”
I swear I can feel Anderson’s surprised approval. Damn, Garfield. Just going for it. Get yours.
I clear my throat. “So. We wanted to say goodbye. And. Um. Thank you.”
Matt slides a sheet of music into his tote bag and smiles. “Thank me?”
“For the vocal consultation,” I say. “And everything.”
Andy nods fervently, adjusting his glasses.
“Aww, Kate! You too. So cool meeting you guys.” Matt hoists his tote bag over his shoulder, shifting his weight toward the door, just barely. Exit posture. Crap. I’m just going to—
“Can we take a selfie?” I blurt. I’m already cringing. You know what would be cool? If my voice would stop shaking. Also, Anderson. My dude. Anytime you want to step up, be my guest.
“Oh, sure,” Matt says. “Let’s do it.”
Well then.
We squeeze into the frame, curtain tickling our backs, and I stretch my arm out at the up angle, just like Anderson trained me. And we smile. I mean, I’m trying to. But I’m so flustered, my lips are trembling.
It’s worth it. Even if I come out looking like a dazed fangirl, it’s worth it. Raina and Brandie have been begging for photographic evidence of Coke-Ad Matt’s cuteness, and God knows Instagram’s yielded nothing.
But this picture isn’t for the squad. Not really. Honestly, they’re both just going to make fun of us for having yet another communal crush. According to Raina, Anderson and I are enmeshed, which basically means we’re codependent. Apparently some people believe falling in love is a thing you’re supposed to do on your own.