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Amelia Harper never thought she’d fall in love with a stalker—especially not one as awkward and hopelessly bad at flirting as Oliver. But life has a funny way of turning the creepy into the cute.

Between imaginary cats giving terrible dating advice, best friends with no filter, and a boy who watches her like she’s his entire world (in the least serial-killer way possible), Amelia’s love story is anything but ordinary.

As their clumsy romance unfolds—filled with hilarious misunderstandings, heart-fluttering moments, and an undeniable connection—Amelia realizes that love isn’t about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s found in quiet glances, accidental confessions, and the boy who’s been there all along.

But love isn’t a fairytale, and growing up means learning when to hold on… and when to let go.

A rom-com filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of magic—because sometimes, the best love stories begin in the shadows.

Silhouette of us

I stared at Oliver like he had just admitted to being an alien.

Because honestly? That would have been less shocking.

"You… You were the kid from my childhood?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere except at me. "…Yeah."

Daniel folded his arms, unimpressed. "Cool, mystery solved. Now explain why you've been creeping around my sister."

I shot him a look. "She's not your sister."

"She's close enough," he said. "Now spill."

Oliver shifted uncomfortably. I could tell he wanted to disappear. Which was fair, considering he'd just been caught lurking.

Lena leaned in, eager. "This better be good."

Oliver took a deep breath. "I—uh—I never meant to be weird about it. I just… I saw you one day, and it was like—bam. Memories. You probably don't even remember, but when we were kids, we used to hang out. I was the quiet one who followed you around."

I blinked. "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you've been following me now… because you used to follow me then?"

Oliver groaned. "I know! It sounds bad! But I swear, I wasn't stalking you—well, okay, maybe a little, but not in a creepy way!"

Lena snorted. "I don't think that's how that works."

I folded my arms, still skeptical. "So why not just… talk to me?"

"I tried!" Oliver said. "Every time I worked up the nerve, you'd walk away, or you'd be with your friends, or I'd remember how much of a social disaster I am, and I'd freeze. So instead, I just… kind of admired you from a distance."

Lena gasped dramatically. "He's a shy boy!"

Daniel groaned. "So you're just a disaster in love."

Oliver threw his hands up. "Yes! Exactly!"

Okay. That was… weirdly relatable.

I exhaled, staring at him. "So you're not some kind of serial killer?"

He shook his head vigorously. "God, no."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then why did you run just now?"

Oliver hesitated. "Because I realized how weird I must've seemed, and I panicked."

Daniel still looked like he wanted to punch him. "So what now?"

That was the big question, wasn't it?

I stared at Oliver, this weird, awkward, hopelessly bad-at-romance guy from my past, and I realized something.

I wasn't as freaked out as I should've been.

I took a deep breath. "Now? Now you tell me everything."

Oliver's eyes widened. "Everything?"

And just like that—my life got a whole lot weirder.

Chapter 6