-Chapter 36-
-Hannah's POV-

I opened my eyes, and immediately knew something wasn't right.

I looked around the room, then noticed a sticky feeling on my flipper
and looked down. Actually, three things were wrong.

Number one: I was no longer on Aidan's bed.
Number two: There was whipped cream on my flipper.
Number three: There was an unconscious Kowalski covered in whipped
cream, lying on the floor across the room.

My eye twitched, and I balled up my flippers into fists. "Aidan!" I
yelled.

"What?" Aidan rushed through her bedroom door, a half-eaten pop-tart
in her hand, and slipped on her rug in her haste. She fell flat on her
back, and her pop-tart landed on her face. She groaned. "This had
better be important."

"What happened last night?" I demanded to know.

"Nothing happened," she replied in a smooth, angelic voice.

I narrowed my eyes, seeing through her 'innocent' act. "Oh, really?
Then tell me... why am I lying on the floor, covered in whipped cream?
And what the hell did you do to Kowalski? He's unconscious and
bleeding!"

"Oh. He's bleeding? I didn't notice." Aidan turned to look at the
intellectual.

I fumed.

"Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. Remember those things you told me... about the
things you do in your sleep?"

"Oh, shit." I glared at her. "You- you didn't!"

"Yes. Yes I did."

"You... you asked me for my secrets while I was sleeping?"

"And made you punch Kowalski."

"What?"

"Hey, it's your quirk."

"What did I say? What did you ask me? Were the guys listening?"

"Well, Kowalski wasn't listening."

I growled and leapt at her, grabbing the collar of her shirt with one
flipper and raising the other in a threatening fist.

She laughed and brushed me away as if I were a piece of lint. Damn. I
need to learn some of that commando stuff from the guys.

"You don't intimidate me in penguin form, Hannah."

I glared at her. Yeah, I definitely need to learn some commando stuff.
"Where are the other guys?" I demanded to know.

Aidan looked thoughtful. "Rico is having a stare-down with Gus...
again... Skipper is searching my house for 'suspicious items' while my
mom is gone. And Private ate my last poptart," She added with a frown.
"And Kowalski... Kowalski is bleeding on my floor."

"Oh, yeah." I swung around and ran over to the unconscious penguin.
"Kowalski?"

Kowalski's eyes slowly opened. "...Hmm...?" He blinked a few times, as
if he were clearing his vision. "W-what happened?"

"Aidan said that I punched you in my sleep..."

"Oh, right. I-I remember."

I hung my head in guilt, and Aidan snickered behind me. I swung around
to face her. "Go finish your damned pop-tart!" She blinked, and left the
room.

"T-that wasn't your fault, Hannah... it was merely an
instinctual defensive reaction," Kowalski murmured after Aidan left,
pressing a flipper to the back of his head.

"I still feel bad!" I said, running to Aidan's bedside table. I grabbed
a few tissues and ran back to Kowalski, pressing them to the back of
his head.

"Hannah, please. It wasn't your fault." I helped Kowalski to his feet.

"Like I said: I'm still gonna feel guilty." I sighed when I realized
Aidan had closed the door behind her. "Nice. Dammit, she makes me feel
short."

"Well, you are quite short-"

I crossed my flippers. "Don't even go there." I elbowed him in the
side. "Everyone's short compared to you. Well... every penguin, that
is."

Kowalski chuckled, and I walked over to the door, looking up at the
door handle. "It mocks me." I sighed. "How do we get out?"

"Well, usually we stand on each other's shoulders... but it would take
at least one more of us to reach the door handle."

"Nice," I said sarcastically. "Well, we're going to be stuck here for a
while."

"What makes you say that?" Kowalski inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Private ate Aidan's last pop-tart. That means she's gonna bike to the
store and buy some more, most likely. She loves those things." I sighed.
"Sugar does bad things to your brain. Or, more specifically, Aidan's
brain."

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