I read other fanfics after I wrote the last chapter and realized there were a lot about Seth and Summer hooking up and cheating on Zach and Alex. I decided not to go that way. I also saw a lot of swearing. I don't mean to be a goody-goody, but I really think that it kinda ruins the story. No offense.

I had a lot of time on my hands, since it is winter break and all, so I wrote another chapter! Happy Holidays you guys, and I hope you had an awesome Christmukkah! I'm pretty proud of this chapter- in my opinion, it's my best yet! I hope you enjoy it and if you do, review! Thanks!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing, nothin' but an Adam Brody poster.

If you live in Newport Beach, you would find it is a small town. Blonde, tanned, gossiping barbies, with trust funds and Beemers, ready to party, get drunk and/or high, and hook up- if you are over the age of 16. If you are the parent of one of these, you go to the latest black tie event, one week with your husband or wife, the next week with your 'significant other' on the side. You talk about who got a chin implant, boob job, whose cheating on whom, who got whose wife pregnant, blah, blah, blah...

But according to Summer Roberts (now), you live in the deep blue nothing. Last year, she would have been right there with the Newpsies; however, judging from prior events (such as a boy whose last name would be Cohen) she has shifted slightly out from that inner circle.

The deep blue nothing is a place, to Summer, where not a single thing she cares about exists. It is the epitome where everything comes together of what she once knew, but now is ignorant to.

She knows there is more out there from this self-absorbed bubble of high society, more than Prada handbags and Gucci shoes. Not that that is what makes Newport- not at all. Well, maybe a little.

But the point is that everyone has a secret. And they are terrified their neighbor will find them out. Or maybe that's not exactly how Ryan phrased it, since he told her a long time ago. But some have work done, a mistress, an allegement love child, even a passion for something. Or a passion for someone.

It took some convincing, but Summer knew who her true white knight would eventually be. He definitely wasn't perfect, but she could feel their sparks. Their chemistry and karma.

And let's just say, his name isn't Zach, obviously. Summer was- and maybe is- in love with her Prince Charming. Zach was sort of a temporary. Someone who was there for her when she needed him. Summer was 'in like' with Zach, she didn't feel love. She went into it knowing it probably couldn't get as serious as....the way it was before the summer.

What an interesting name Summer has. Its meaning, compared to the season. The season of scandal, love, and loss.

She knows she cares for Zach, but their relationship does not have that special light of affection. That light of passion. When he looks at her, she realizes that sparkle isn't in his eyes. He notices the same from her. Unfortunately for him, he discovered she does have that for someone else. And that significant person has had that for her for a long time, probably more than she realizes. And Zach can't be with Summer if she feels something else, something stronger, for another guy.

If he knew what they had been through, he would probably understand. But he has no idea whatsoever, not a clue. He just knows they had "a history," as Summer likes to put it. She hasn't even told him about the coffee cart fiasco, which was why he was confused as to Seth standing on a hot dog stand at the Kick-Off Carnival.

Or why they were dancing together at The SnO.C.; why at first she didn't want to dance with him as it would probably bring back old memories, because dancing to a slow song was what pushed them into dating.

Or the Wonder Woman costume on Christmas, which was why he questioned Summer about it after he found it in her closet, and then he questioned her with why she just shrugged it off.

And why was Zach looking in his girlfriend's closet? To find skeletons, of course. And the blue and red sparkly ensemble was about the only one he found, aside from a picture of them on the beach. Kissing. Because she stuffed all the other things that reminded her of him in a pink box and dumped it on his bed when he was in the deep blue nothing.