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After the steamy four-month summer vacation, the air is growing cooler. But that doesn’t mean your newfound summer love has to flicker out, too. Here’s how to tell if it will stay sunny… or deep freeze.

Sunny

You met your summer lover at your family friends’ backyard barbecue in the beginning of May, and you two have been sharing ice cream cones and flirty text messages ever since. You’ve met his family, and he’s become your little brother’s best buddy. Now, he’s a freshman at the same school you chose and you’ve already planned a weekly lunch date between Psych and Algebra. Your hand holding is prompting snarky looks from jealous hall mates, but you don’t care. You’ve got it made for the moment.

Partly Cloudy

You faked drowning at your neighborhood country club just to make the hot lifeguard resuscitate you. She didn’t mind the mouth-to-mouth at all. In fact, she gave you some sans pool at The Dark Knight Rises premiere later that evening. Everything was butterflies and boob grabs until she revealed to you a minor setback: She’s Mormon and her parents won’t let her date anyone outside the faith. That hot bod has got you thinking of converting, but you don’t know the difference between the Church of LDS and the church of LSD. You’ve got a tough decision to make.

Thunderstorms

You met her 11 hours away from home while on vacation in North Carolina. You caught a baby shark on your fishing line, and she wanted to take an Instagram photograph of it. You told her she could only take it if she gave you her number, so she did. You two spent the week on the beach together every day, and when the day came to pack up the family’s Dodge minivan, it was a tearful goodbye. She headed back to her hometown of Seattle, and you miserably drove home to Northeast Ohio. You promised to Skype each other once a day, but lately she’s been hitting “Ignore” on your video chats. You angrily flung off the shell bracelet she bought you and debated deleting the Skype program so you never have to wait for her nonexistent call. What happened to the “Jim + Sarah 4Ever” you carved in the sand?

Hailstorm

He gave you the huge stuffed Rasta Banana he won at the Cedar Point Whack-A-Mole, and you fell headfirst into his deep brown eyes and still haven’t found a way out. You text him eight times per minute and he only responds once a day with a “Ya?” You don’t care though; he’s just busy at his job (although he won’t tell you where he works). When he graciously lets you hang out with him once a week, you beg to be Facebook Official but he always says, “Nah, that stuff’s for insecure people.” It makes you a little nervous, especially when you notice him “liking” every one of another girl’s selfies.