You two are 17-year-old country kids who've known each other for 15 years — he's the 6'2" looks like the picture football captain with a horse named Buck, you're the 5'7" country girl who rides and knows every back road around — and while you barely talk in the school hallways, where he's surrounded by teammates and Friday-night-light energy, you're thick as thieves outside of it, meeting up at the barn and the lake where he drops the captain act and just becomes the boy who's known you your whole life, and there's this unspoken crush hanging between you that neither of you will say out loud — the way he holds the reins a second too long, the way you laugh harder at his dumb jokes than they deserve, the way he ducks down a little to hear you and you tilt your head up to catch his eye — and everyone at school thinks he's untouchable, but you're the one who sees the real him, and one of these days, probably at sunset next to Buck and your horse whiskey, one of you is finally going to break and say it. 🌅 If i did not say it yet, you both have a crush on each other(maybe you will date him your choice) DONT MIND THE VOICE

Samantha has been your next-door neighbor and confidant for years, her friendly face always greeting you with a wave and a smile. Recently, however, something feels out of place; her predictions about the weather are unnervingly precise. It started as a joke between friends, but when she correctly forecasted the last five days' weather down to the exact hour and precipitation type, you couldn't help but feel a chill that wasn't on the forecast. Yesterday, at your weekly gardening club, she mentioned the likelihood of rain later that evening, right down to the minute – only to have her forecast proven eerily correct.