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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

"So… how was your not-a-date?" Lena teased the next day, wiggling her eyebrows as Amelia shoved books into her locker.

"It was fine," Amelia said, trying to sound casual.

Lena gasped dramatically. "Fine? Not 'terrible' or 'awkward' or 'a total disaster'? Oh my god, you actually enjoyed it!"

"I never said that!" Amelia protested, her face heating up.

Before Amelia could argue, a new voice chimed in.

Amelia turned to see Lena's older brother, Ryan, grinning like he just uncovered the world's juiciest gossip.

"It wasn't a date," she mumbled, slamming her locker shut.

Ryan looked unconvinced. "Oh yeah? Then why did Oliver ask me what kind of flowers girls like?"

Amelia's brain short-circuited. "He—what?"

Lena gasped. "Oh, this is gold. This is actual gold."

Ryan shrugged. "Yeah, he was all nervous, asking if roses were too much. Kinda adorable, actually."

Amelia's stomach did a weird, fluttery thing.

"Oh my god," Lena whispered dramatically, clutching her chest. "Amelia, I think we just witnessed your future husband planning his next move."

"Lena, shut up!" Amelia hissed, feeling dangerously close to melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Ryan smirked. "I dunno, Amelia. Sounds like you've got a suitor."

She groaned. This was not happening.

Later that day, Amelia sat in class, trying to focus on the lesson, but her mind kept replaying what Ryan had said.

Oliver, asking about flowers. For her?

Her cheeks burned just thinking about it.

She stole a glance at him from across the room. He was scribbling something in his notebook, completely unaware of the chaos he had just caused in her brain.

And then, as if sensing her stare, he looked up—right at her.

A slow, shy smile spread across his face.

Amelia instantly turned away, pretending to take very intense notes on something that definitely wasn't related to flowers or boys or dates that weren't dates.

Her heart, however, had other plans.

And it was currently racing out of control.

Chapter 18