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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

Amelia flopped onto her bed, burying her face into a pillow.

"WHYYYY?" she groaned dramatically.

Whiskers, ever the smug little figment of her imagination, perched himself on her dresser. "Because you, my dear Amelia, are a walking rom-com disaster."

She rolled over and shot him a glare. "That was—nothing. It wasn't even close to—"

"Mmm-hmm," Whiskers hummed, tilting his head. "Because staring longingly into each other's eyes and leaning in for a kiss is totally something platonic friends do all the time."

Amelia grabbed a pillow and launched it at him. It went right through, of course. He yawned.

She sat up, crossing her arms. "I am not—"

A buzz from her phone cut her off. She glanced at the screen.

Her stomach did a weird little flip.

She stared at the message a second too long, then tossed the phone onto her nightstand like it had personally offended her.

Whiskers smirked. "So, just to clarify, are we still in the I'm totally not falling for him phase, or are we moving into help, I actually like him and don't know what to do territory?"

Amelia groaned, dragging a blanket over her head. "Go away."

The Next Day – School is a War Zone

Amelia had one goal: survive the day without thinking about last night.

That goal lasted all of five minutes.

Because the moment she walked into class, Lena gave her a look.

"The look" was a dangerous thing. It meant her best friend had sensed something.

"You're being weird," Lena said, sliding into the seat next to Amelia.

"No, this is a different kind of weird."

Amelia pretended to be very, very interested in organizing her notebook.

Lena leaned in, eyes narrowing. "Spill."

"There's nothing to spill!" Amelia said a little too quickly.

Lena gasped. "Oh my god. It's Oliver."

Amelia nearly knocked her water bottle off her desk. "What?! No! Why would you even—"

"You're flustered. You never get flustered."

"You so are," Lena said, smirking. "Wait—did something happen?"

Lena gasped again, louder this time. "Did he kiss you?!"

Amelia slapped a hand over her mouth. "Shhh! No! Almost. But then—Whiskers—"

Lena frowned. "…The imaginary cat?"

Lena blinked. "Okay, yeah, you need serious help."

Amelia groaned, dropping her head onto the desk.

Lena just grinned. "Don't worry. Lucky for you, I love playing matchmaker."

That statement should have terrified her.

Chapter 22