Does anyone want to help me write a story

(If you don't want to, that's fine. I was just offering ideas.)

(Alright, I'll write something up in just a minute)

A few weeks had passed since the night of Caroline's first day at Liam's, and now the couple was in their bedroom talking about their plans for that day. It was July forth, also known as Independence Day in America. Later that evening, Caroline and Brad, along with all of their friends, were going to have a party down at the beach together. "I think we're meeting up at around two o'clock. That doesn't give us too much time."

Brad snickered, peering his head around the corner of the bathroom. "You will be with me. I thought we were both going." He hummed leaning against the frame. "Besides, it's not going to be anything big. Just our friends." He pointed out, smiling over at her softly.

"Relax baby-doll. I can promise you that won't happen. Because as soon as it does, I'll turn around to come get you. How about that?" Brad hummed, pushing off the door frame to come over to the bed. "We'll have a good night tonight. No worries."

Smiling softly, he adjusted his position so he could pet her hair. "Come on, it won't be bad. We'll have a good time tonight, I promise. Nothing bad will happen."

"This time, I promise will be different. Nothing will happen." Brad insisted, leaning down to peck her forehead. "You can hold me to that."

Brad watched her sit up, sighing weakly. "Are you really mad at me?" He asked her, sliding back off the bed to go finish brushing his teeth. "Be honest."

"Worried about what, baby-doll?" Brad asked, before downing his mouth rinse and swishing. He had a smile on as he did so, glancing out at her.

Nodding a bit, he spit the minty mouth rinse out before turning. "True. But that was at a girl's house, that you barely knew. We're going down to a private beach, by Kaylee's house. The only people that can get on, are those invited and the people that live there." Brad hummed, leaning back against the frame.

Brad pouted, turning to wipe down the sink. "But I want to see your pretty face." He mumbled, tossing the disinfectant wipe away once he finished cleaning up. Running a hand through his hair, he gave himself a soft smile in the mirror.

Brad let his smile drop, with his decent mood. "Come on babe. You're going to be safe. It's just us, you're friends. Your sister, your boyfriend. Thomas, Collins, Amber. Jasper, Lucas, Anthony, and Kaylee. Maggie, and Henry. We're not going to hurt you, or let you get hurt today."

"That's fine. We'll just be careful." Brad told her, grabbing a pair of swim shorts and a simple t-shirt to pull over top. "Whatever makes you relax."

"What? Ready to go?" Brad asked, pulling his pajama shirt off before pulling his t-shirt on. "Or do you mean you're already relaxed?"

Smiling softly, he pecked her cheek. "You know I like that, but that doesn't quite answer my question. If you're ready to go, I need to finish getting ready. I told Kaylee I'd bring drinks. I have to go pack those up."