Geekerella (Once Upon a Con, #1)

by Ashley Poston

“No,” I tell myself. “Stop it. You are trusting. You love your fans. You’re cool and funny and chill. You are Jennifer Lawrence.”

And sitting to the side, like an emo kid in a high school cafeteria, is one sad and lonely fruit cup.

I swear, I try to be friendly to everyone—except the twins and their country club friends—but I suck at being social. I think one thing and my mouth says something completely different, like I’m possessed. By a whole lot of stupid.

Maybe everything does die—but maybe, somehow, everything that dies someday comes back.

She wears life like Elvis wore sequins, with no apology laced into the seams.

but my dad said that the impossible is only impossible if you don’t even try. So I want to try.”

—Elle, we might not know much about each other, and I might not be there, and you might not be here, but I’m glad to share this sky with you. —Maybe we should start looking up together, ah’blena

They always leave a handful of badges unattended just in case someone important shows up. Like the president. Or Tom Hiddleston.

Fashioning my hands into a pistol, I point it at the ceiling, lifting my chin, raising my eyes against the blinding stage lights, and I ignite the stars.

We might all be different—we may ship different things or be in different fandoms—but if I learned anything from twenty-three days in a too-blue uniform playing a character I thought I could never be, it’s that when we become those characters, pieces of ourselves light up like glow sticks in the night. They shine. We shine. Together. And even when some of us fall to different universes, those lights never go out.

That is why this universe is impossible: because all the good things are impossible to keep. The universe always takes them away.

Look to the stars. Aim. Ignite. Starfield opens nationwide this weekend. The sequel is slated for next summer.