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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

Sure, she was sitting across from Oliver in a cozy little café. Sure, there were fairy lights twinkling above them. And fine, maybe there was a suspiciously romantic playlist playing in the background.

It was just… two people. Sitting together. Drinking milkshakes.

Oliver cleared his throat. "So… um. This is nice."

"Yep," Amelia said, staring intently at her milkshake like it held the meaning of life.

She had no idea how she ended up here. One second, Lena was teasing them about the flowers, and the next, Oliver had awkwardly asked if she wanted to "hang out" after school. Amelia had panicked and said yes before her brain caught up.

Now she was in date purgatory—too casual to officially be a date, but way too charged to be just friends hanging out.

Oliver fidgeted with his straw. "Um. Do you… like the flowers?"

Amelia glanced at him, heart doing something weird. "Yeah. They were… really sweet."

His ears turned pink. "Cool. That's… good."

"So!" she blurted. "Seen any good movies lately?"

Oliver looked relieved at the change of topic. "Oh, yeah! I saw this horror movie last weekend. It was amazing. There was this one scene where the guy's arm got—"

"NOPE," Amelia said, clapping her hands over her ears. "Abort! Abort! I hate horror!"

Oliver laughed. "Really? You seem like the type who'd love scary stuff."

"Uh, why would I love nightmares and emotional trauma?"

He smirked. "I dunno. You have big 'final girl' energy."

Amelia narrowed her eyes. "That sounds like a compliment, but I'm not sure."

"It is," Oliver said, smiling. "Final girls are the best."

She sipped her milkshake to hide her growing blush. Why was he being so cute today?

"Okay," Oliver said, leaning forward. "What kind of movies do you like?"

Amelia brightened. "Rom-coms! Especially the cheesy ones."

"They're predictable," he argued. "They all follow the same formula—girl meets guy, there's an awkward misunderstanding, they fight, then they kiss in the rain."

Amelia gasped. "Excuse me, kissing in the rain is cinematic gold."

"I do say so," Amelia said dramatically. "And one day, I will have a rom-com-worthy moment. Just you wait."

Oliver looked at her, something unreadable in his expression. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I bet you will."

For some reason, that made her heart skip.

They kept talking, falling into an easy rhythm. The awkwardness melted away, replaced by laughter, playful bickering, and Oliver's surprisingly good impressions of bad movie characters.

Chapter 20