Wren's POV

I stared open mouthed at Skipper. Did...did he just...just...HOLY CRAP! "You-you just k-kissed me!" I spluttered, my face turning pink.

Kowalski blinked. "...What?" Hannah's eyes were wide, and she began to giggle. Skipper actually blushed. "Well, y-yeah..."

I searched for words, to no avail. "Wha...but...huh...why?"

Skipper turned and walked inside. Hannah sighed. "Honestly Wren, you are so ignorant." She guestured to the doorway. "HE LIKES YOU, DUH!"

I spluttered some more. "Guaheah! GWAH!"

"She's making less sense than Rico." Kowalski muttered. He walked in after Skipper. I looked at Hannah. "...Hannah!" I whispered.

Hannah looked at me. "Uh, yeah?"

"...What if I like him back?" I whispered urgently.

"Then you tell him, silly goose."

"OK." I said, walking towards the house. "I'll tell him. Or maybe I'll chicken out. Yeah, that'll work. Make me a nice sandwich, watch TV, the whole shebang..."

Hannah grabbed my arm and steered me towards Skipper's room. "No chickening out on my watch, okay? I'm taking you to his bedroom."

Kowalski's POV

"Skipper?" I asked cautiously into the bedroom. Skipper was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Oh, hey." He greeted me casually. He grabbed a pillow and threw it over his face. "What's up?"

"'What's up'?" I asked, walking over to the bed. "You REALLY have to ask that?" I pointed to the doorway. "You kissed her."

"Only on the cheek." Came his muffled reply. "Believe me, Kowalski, I'm regretting it. Options?"

I thought for a moment. "You could go down there and tell her how you feel."

"...Any more options?"

"You could hide up here like a coward." I told him. "But hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Skipper."

"I'll go with the second option." Skipper decided, rolling over onto his stomach. I shook his shoulder. "She is going to want to train. What will you do then?"

"I'll tell her I can't train her anymore."

"Why?" Came Hannah's voice from the doorway. I jumped and spun around. Skipper sat up straight. Hannah, clinging to Wren's arm, was staring at us with a confused expression.

Skipper laid back down and put the pillow back over his face. "Go away." He groaned.

"S-Skipper..." Wren said, rather timidly. I walked over to Hannah and took her arm, leading her out of the room. I closed the door behind us.

Wren's POV

I inwardly slapped myself. I sounded like a dork! Or a creepy little kid...I took a step forward. "Are you angry at me?"

I heard a sigh as Skipper sat up, avoiding my eyes. "No. I'm angry at me."

"Why?" I inquired, confused.

"Because I kissed you."

I raised an eyebrow, thinking. "So...you're angry at yourself...for kissing me?" I shook my head. "Well, I'm not angry at you. I-I was just taken a little off guard, okay?"

Skipper stared at me, a small blush tingeing his cheeks.

"And...w-well..." I continued, sonunding even more pathetic than before (if that was possible) "...I...f-f-feel..."

"Yes?" Skipper prompted me, an evil grin on his face. "You were saying?"

"T-T-That I-I r-really...I-I...GAH! I LIKE YOU, YA IDIOT!" I finally cracked, spinning around and crossing my arms. "GOSH!"

I heard him walk up to me. He spun me around and looked down at me. I began to blush profusely. Dang it. He hugged me tightly. "Good."