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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

Oliver fidgeted like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He swallowed. "Uh… okay, so… I've kind of… maybe… liked you for a long time."

Lena gasped dramatically. "Oh my god, he admits it!"

Daniel just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we got that part, genius. The real question is how long you've been into her."

Oliver turned red. "Since… um… the third grade?"

He nodded quickly. "You—you were the only kid who talked to me. You let me sit with you at lunch, even though I was weird and quiet, and you—uh—you gave me your pudding cup once."

Lena clutched her chest. "Not the pudding cup. That's true love right there."

I ignored her. "And you never said anything?"

"I tried!" he insisted. "But then my family moved away for a few years, and when I came back, you… you didn't remember me."

My stomach twisted with guilt. Oof. That's rough.

Oliver sighed. "So I just… admired you from afar. And it got worse in high school because you got even cooler, and I got even less cool, and I figured you'd never talk to me again."

Lena smirked. "So instead of talking to her like a normal person, you became a mysterious background character in her life?"

Oliver groaned. "I know how bad it sounds!"

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are so lucky you're not an actual creep, dude."

I exhaled, my brain still catching up. This was a lot to process. I had a stalker-admirer from childhood, and he turned out to be… Oliver? The awkward guy with zero social skills?

I snorted. Then I started laughing.

Oliver looked panicked. "Wait—why are you laughing?"

"I just—I just—" I could barely breathe. "This is the dumbest, most ridiculous, most romantic comedy thing that has ever happened to me."

Lena grinned. "So… does that mean you forgive him?"

I studied Oliver. He looked completely mortified. But under all the awkwardness, he was genuine.

I sighed, shaking my head with a smile. "You're an idiot."

He perked up. "A… forgivable idiot?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't push your luck."

Lena clapped her hands. "This is amazing. It's like watching a romance anime in real life."

Lena wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Soooo, what now?"

I exhaled. "Now? Now we go home. And I think Oliver and I have a lot to talk about."

Oliver's eyes lit up. "Wait… does that mean I can talk to you now without you thinking I'm a serial killer?"

His smile was blinding. And for the first time… I kind of saw why he was cute.

Chapter 7