Me: Oh, hey everyone! I'm glad you all liked the ending to Code Red! I've got about three chapters written of my greens story, but I'm not gonna upload it just yet. I'm building suspense. :)

In the meantime, I've written a couple one-shots that I'll upload soon...including this one! Again, I wrote one for each pairing.

Enjoy!

xoxo -ml

Questions

A curious young Boomer searches for the answer to an important question.

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"How does a bird fly?" an eight-year-old Boomer asked his older brother. He looked up to the sky with wonder.

Brick just shrugged. "I dunno. Wings?"

And they trudged along, continuing their walk in the park.

"What's fire made of?" Boomer asked his raven-haired brother.

Butch pokes the fire with the stick, sending a shower of sparks up into the air. "Wood, I guess."

And Boomer stared intently into the fire, the blazing orange glow reflecting in his wide, sea blue eyes.

"How old is the oldest sea turtle?" Boomer asked his brothers one day while they were visiting the zoo.

"Maybe a thousand," Brick replied.

"Probably a million," Butch said with a half-shrug.

And Boomer continued to watch the sea turtle swim around in its habitat.

"What's love?" Boomer asked, absent-mindedly stirring his cereal one bleak February morning.

Both of his brothers stared back at him, unable to answer this question.

"Uh, well um," Brick stuttered, trying to come up with something witty.

Butch just scoffed. "Love is for pansies," he said with a laugh.

Brick smirked, too. "Yeah, love is stupid!"

The older boys shared a high-five.

And Boomer just stared helplessly into his now-soggy-cereal bowl.

"What's love?" Boomer asked Mojo Jojo, his only parent figure.

Mojo scrunched his eyebrows. "Why do you inquire to know such a ridiculous thing?"

Boomer just shrugged.

But Mojo didn't have an answer for him either.

Maybe nobody knew what love was.

"What's love?" Boomer found himself asking the ice cream man in the park.

The man harrumphed. "You'd be better off askin' somebody else that question, kid," he said.

And Boomer sat on the park bench, sadly licking his ice cream.

"What flavour have you got?" a high voice suddenly asked him. He looked up from his cone to meet a bright pair of sparkling, baby blue eyes. The eyes belonged to a small blonde-haired girl.

"Vanilla," he responded. "What've you got?"

The girl sat down beside him on the bench and said, "I got Vanilla too!"

Boomer decided he liked this girl, so he smiled at her, a white, creamy mustache on his lip. She smiled back, revealing a large gap in her front teeth.

"What's your name?" the girl asked him.

"I'm Boomer. What's yours?"

"Bubbles!" she responded happily.

"That's a pretty name," Boomer blurted, a pink blush forming at his cheeks.

"Thanks Boomer," she said with a smile, "I like your name too!"

The two licked their ice creams in silence for a moment. Then Boomer turned to the girl.

"Hey Bubbles?" he said quickly. She turned to face him, a drip of ice cream on her lips. "What's love?"

Bubbles licked her lip and thought for a minute. "Well, I think love is when you like someone a real lot, and they like all the same things as you!"

Bubbles smiled that same toothless grin again and took another lick of her ice cream. Boomer licked his own cone thoughtfully.

"Oh, there's my dad, I gotta go," Bubbles said quickly. "Nice to meet you, Boomer!"

And Bubbles hopped off the bench and skipped happily away.

Love is when you like someone a real lot... Boomer thought about the girl's long blonde hair, her bright blue eyes, and the gap in her front teeth. And they like all the same things as you! He stared at the melting ice cream in his hand.

He smiled.

"Hey, Brick?" Boomer said to his older brother later that day. "I think I like love!"