I randomly out the blue decided to write this. I found a small book in my room that my grandma gave to me years ago called "Imagine". It's not an actual story, just filled with quotes. As I started reading them, ideas started popping into my head. I thought "Why not make each quote a separate story/drabble in a collection? And thus, this was born. Some of the quotes can be long or short... I wrote the first thing that popped into my mind with them. Any thoughts you have about them as long as it is helpful would be appreciated... If there is something you think could be changed let me know and I'll update this chapter when I post the next chapter (sometime in the future).

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt or Imagine. They belong to their respectful owners.

Imagine.

1.) to form a mental image of (something not actually present to the senses).

2.) To think, believe, or fancy.

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness bomb. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air-explode softly- and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth-boxes of Crayolas… And people would smile and get a funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination."

-Robert Fulghum

Genres: Family

Chapter One: Crayola Bombs

They finally had managed to sneak out of the house. The London sky was dark but clear, with only a few wispy clouds in the sky. The sun had set hours ago and they only thing that guided the two youngsters was the occasional street line they passed. The street was empty with no other souls near them.

"This is idiotic."

"Shut it Noll. We both know you want to see it too."

The ten year old rolled his eyes at his older brother before moving forward. Just because he thought it would be interesting did not mean they should be sneaking out of their house without their parents permission. Even though their adopted parents were going to take them to the same place tomorrow, Eugene insisted that they had to see it all by themselves.

"We are older now," He argued. "What is the harm in going to see it by ourselves first? They won't miss us at this time of night and we will be back before they notice we are gone!"

Oliver rolled his eyes at the memory. He did not understand what was so fascinating about it anyway. Sitting outside in the cold watching things explode was not what he would call fun. Especially in the middle of winter. In London. Oliver eyed his brother and watched as he pulled his thin jacket closer before shivering.

"Why didn't I bring a thicker jacket?"

Blue eyes rolled. "This was your idea. You should have thought about it before you decided to leave."

Eugene looked over at his younger brother in his large warm jacket. He had thought ahead once again. With a sigh, he pulled his jacket even closer before proceeding. "We are almost there." His eyes lit up. "This is so exciting!" The juvenile sped up walking faster down the abandoned street. With an annoyed huff, Oliver followed suit.

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They had finally made it. The park had lots of people sitting around. They covered almost all the tables. The ones who couldn't find a spot had blankets to sit on in the damp and to cover them. Gene once again felt stupid for only bringing the light jacket. He began to search for a place that would offer them some protection to the cool night breeze. Most of them were taken, but he rushed over to one of the last table, yanking his brother's hand along.

"Move move! I don't want to sit in the wet grass!"

The senior twin sat on the end of the bench anxiously looking up at the clear sky. He kicked his feet anxiously as he felt his brother sit beside him.

"It's going to start soon right? I can't wait!"

"Why are you so determined to watch this without Luella and Martin?"

"Because!" He pouted "We never get to go out of the house except for school! You need to get out more! You don't hang out with any friends or anything unless I'm there. It's a perfect opportunity!"

The raven haired sighed "Gene I don't-"

He was interrupted as a loud shriek ran through the air. He glanced up at the sky as the display they were waiting for started. Blues, greens, and reds lit the cloudless sky as people began to laugh and point above them. A little girl shrilled behind them.

"Mommy those fireworks are so pretty!" The mother laughed at her child before lifting her onto her shoulders. The little girl squealed again as the colors died from their reds and blues to whites and oranges. Unconsciously, Oliver's mouth twitched before looking back up at the sky. She only looked a few years younger than he was, at most. With this thought in mind he glaced at double. Gene's face was quite serious before he noticed Noll looking at him.

"Hey Noll… Do you think one of those would hurt if it hit us?"

The child in question snorted. "No of course not. Didn't you know? Fire doesn't cause anyone pain, ever."

Gene rolled his eyes at his attitude before looking back up at the sky. "Think about it though. Those things could hurt really bad, but they can cause a lot of people joy too." He waved his arm around him at the spectators. "Doesn't that make these fireworks… A happiness bomb?"

Oliver blinked. A happiness… bomb? If it weren't for the fact that they were identical he might have doubted they were related. He turned to look up at the bombs in question as he listened to his brother talk again.

"Fireworks are explosives… But they aren't made with the purpose to hurt anyone. In fact, they are exactly the opposite." He furrowed his brows and looked down. "Wouldn't it be nice…. If the world was like that? And all its people?... What do you think our real parents…"

He trailed off and Oliver stayed silent. The fireworks continued to light and sail across the sky. This happy moment began to turn into thoughts less desired. The memories they had of their biological parents were small. A blurred woman's face and a strong man's voice. Their next earliest memories was the orphanage and all of the other children living there. Personally, he did not have any motivation to meet his real parents. To him, Luella and Martin did fine. They clothed him, fed him, fueled his urge to learn, and didn't smother him. He couldn't say anything with confidence of the people who created him. He didn't know if he would want to meet the people who left him and Gene alone in that lonely place, but he knew to this day it still crossed his twin's mind.

He looked at his reflection next to him before responding. "You can try and find them when we are older."

Gene looked up from the ground at him. "You think so? Do you think Mom and Dad would let us?"

Oliver snorted. "Weren't you the one telling me the other day that they would let us do anything we wanted if we just asked them?" Gene laughed.

"That's true! Well," He looked back up at the exploding lights. "It's too bad they don't get to see my Bombs of Happiness. I'll have to tell them when we meet them."

Oliver hummed and the conversation ended at that. The twins continued to watch the explosions until the last one flashed and died across the sky. When they were able to blink without seeing bright flashes behind their eyelids they prepared to move.

"Ok." Gene hopped off the bench pulling his brother with him. Hands still linked, Oliver didn't have the energy to say anything as they began their trek back to the home they knew where bigger jackets and warm blankets awaited. Crawling back in through the window and into their beds they drifted to sleep. The door to their room cracked open. Luella Davis watched the two of them lovingly before gently drawing the door closed. The barely audible click of the handle went unheard by the slumbering children.

"I told Martin that they would want to see that show… Some investigator he is."

She sighed and trudged quietly down the stairs. The home went silent as the young dreamers fell asleep with streaking lights and unknown futures in their heads.

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Story Word Count: 1216

I'd appreciate it if you told me what you think. It's been awhile since I wrote for entertainment purposes... At least I'm not dead yet. I'll get to finishing my other stories eventually, and their is a small blooper about that on my page.

I can't promise I will update this regularly. This was on a whim and finals are swiftly approaching. However, I will try.

Till Next time,

-Whisper