When you meet someone during summer or on vacation and you think you're in love but in actually you're not and it's more lust than love. Was Jenny sure it wasn't just lust? Was she sure that everything she felt for the boy in the back was love or just another effect of the loneliness she feels when summer arrived? She wasn't supposed to fall in love. Especially with someone who'll just go; did he really love her? Or just made her feel special? Will Niall be her Summer Love or just Summer time sadness?