Summer had beenpuzzling over her situationwith Seth for a long time. After Zach left the scene, she had been happy...Happy, but not content. Happy and content...basically the same meaning, but Summer wanted more then just happiness. She wanted all the things that Zach could never give her. All the things Seth couldn't give her, too.

She wanted to cut loose a little while - not worry about Water Polo...but then, she hated The Adventures Of The Walking Toilet or whatever stupid comic Seth was ranting about that week. Was it possible that her flame for Seth had been blown out with a quick gust of wind? Probably the same gust that swept her off her feet at the beginning of their now-dwindling romance. Perhaps that was all they had ever been: a small flicker of a flame, a mere shadow of a burning fire that could have been.

There always had been a problem with the men in her life – they quenched her hunger for only a brief period of time, but she always ended up wanting more...and never of the same flavour.

Seth was her Neapolitan ice-cream. He was a bit of everything...chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. She thought she would always be content with her mixed flavors. But the blended sweetness became too much for her.

Zach.. Zach was vanilla. Everyone liked vanilla, right? Vanilla was perfect. Problem was, vanilla got boring and bland after a while. Summer's vanilla obsession was over. And she was craving something new...something different

She wanted a unique flavour that no one else chose...she wanted to find the perfect flavour that seemed untouchable to the world, but entirely her own. Neapolitan was boring, so was vanilla. She wanted to try a Rocky Road type, with little chunks here and there and never a properly smooth surface. Something with ripples of cherry, which was a flavour she'd always loved. She wanted to make waves now and then. Except almost every guy in Newport was exactly the same…Almost. Out there had to be someone compatible to her sudden, new, butbreathtakingly desperatedesires.

Summer made a vow to herself. This time, she would not allow herself to be stuck in the rut. She would not put herself through the same vicious cycle of lust, love and loss all over again. She would venture outside Newport, for the first time in her life. And who knew where she could end up. All she knew was that she could, eventually, go somewhere she had never dreamed she would end up before...

Maybe even...Chino.