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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 knew Lena well enough to recognize that look—the one that meant she was plotting something.

"Lena, no," Amelia said, not even giving her a chance.

"I swear, if you try anything, I will—"

"Relax," Lena said, tossing an arm around Amelia's shoulders. "I would never interfere with your love life."

"You are literally incapable of not interfering."

Lena ignored that and pulled out her phone. "So, do you and Oliver have plans after school?"

Amelia eyed her suspiciously. "No… why?"

"Oh, no reason," Lena said with the worst attempt at nonchalance Amelia had ever seen.

Amelia should have known something was up when Lena dragged her to the café after school with zero explanation.

"Just felt like getting something sweet," Lena said innocently.

Which was exactly when Oliver walked in.

She turned to Lena, eyes narrowing. "You did this on purpose."

Lena put a hand over her heart. "How dare you accuse me of such manipulation?"

Oliver glanced between them. "Am I… interrupting something?"

Lena beamed. "Nope! You two should sit together."

Lena shot her a you're welcome look.

Oliver, bless him, just looked confused. "Uh… sure?"

Amelia sighed in defeat and sat down. Oliver followed suit.

Lena clapped her hands together. "Great! Have fun, you two. Bye!"

And with that, she bolted, leaving Amelia alone with Oliver.

Amelia stared at her untouched drink. "This isn't a date."

Oliver chuckled. "I mean… it kind of feels like one."

She groaned. "Don't encourage her."

Oliver smirked. "She really wants us to date, huh?"

Amelia scoffed. "She just likes meddling in my life."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "And if we did date?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She forced a laugh. "You don't want to date me. I'm a mess."

Oliver tilted his head. "I like messes."

She quickly took a sip of her drink to avoid answering.

Oliver leaned back, watching her. "You get really flustered around me lately."

"I do not," she said way too quickly.

Amelia buried her face in her hands. "This is a nightmare."

Oliver just laughed. "You're cute when you panic."

She peeked at him between her fingers. "That's not helping."

Chapter 23