Does anyone want to help me write a story

Pouting a little, he lifted his head. "If you want me to leave, you can just tell me straight up."

"I know… I'm gonna grab a drink, before heading out. Meet you back at the house?" Brad asked softly, cupping her cheek in his hand.

Leaning in, he pecked her lips with a smile. "If you want me to head home, you should probably get off my lap."

Brad hummed softly, standing up once she got off. "One last kiss, before I go?" He asked her, holding his arms out.

Pulling up a smile, he gave her a gentle hug as he leaned into her lips. "Mm… I'll see you soon?" He mumbled, beginning to pull back.

"Love you darling." Brad hummed as he made his way outside to grab his things.

(Do we want to end here, or keep writing into the night?/ Is this the night they get their abilities?)

(I just know you had said something about it earlier, so ending/skipping now makes the most sense to me.)

(So the next morning? Just double checking.)

(Oh, and FYI, I'm getting a drawing tablet to hook up to my computer. I'll be testing it out once it gets here (Hopefully sooner, but Tuesday.) and thought I could doodle something from this. I know I've asked before, but any preference of scene?)

(Alright, give me just a minute.)

(Assuming we were ending the last chapter… if not, I can fix it to make more sense.)

Light filtered into Caroline and Brad's bedroom the next morning as the sun started to peek up. It was early in the morning, not even six a.m. yet, and Brad was already awake. He was up, and silently pacing back in forth in their bedroom. He seemed twitchy, and jittery as he did so. Though he didn't want to bug Caroline about it. Not until she woke up on her own.
Though he was freaking himself out. His heart was beating fast, and his mind seemed to be skipping over. One moment he had been in the kitchen, the next he was back in their room. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. Was he still, just that tired? That had to be the only logical explanation. It felt like he zoned out, and missed five minutes of his day. And it was only five-thirty in the morning.
He had been in the kitchen making breakfast for himself, and then felt like two seconds later he was already in the living room watching the news while eating. He couldn't explain it, and Caroline would probably think he was crazy.
His pulse was beating so fast, it felt like he had been running a marathon. It was starting to get him worked up. So giving up on waiting for her to wake up, he leaned over the bed and gently shook her awake.
"Caroline… babe, please wake up."

"But… but Caroline," He insisted in a soft tone, shaking her arm again. "I can't. I can't fall asleep. I've been up since five on the dot, and I feel too energetic to go to sleep."
Running a hand through his hair, Brad began to pace once again. His head was starting to hurt, with the adrenaline pumping through veins. "I feel like I might literally bounce off the walls. And my memory is foggy. I feel like time is skipping over it's self. Or I'm spacing out. I don't understand what's happening, Caroline."

Brad jerked around, giving her an odd look. His brow dropped, before slowly noting her strangely colored eyes. "Yeah… I know. But… but how could you?" He asked in a soft tone, making his way up to her. "And are you alright? Your eyes look… different."

Watching her, Brad was quiet. He didn't mean to freak her out as well, but he was more than just a little rattled. His head was spinning, and heart pounding. Somehow she had figured out his racing heart without even touching him. There was too much going on for his liking.
"They're not normal colored. They're a yellow color."