It's finally my turn for the shower. Here at the shelter, there are two locker rooms (girls showers and boys showers) with four showers in each one. I'd been waiting for about ten minutes, which isn't that long compared to usual. I undress and step into the water. It's warm for once, which is comforting. Back at my parent's house, whenever I felt stressed or confused I just took a shower. My habit of taking emotion-induced showers started when I was about thirteen. Today I wasn't taking a stress shower, just a shower. My thoughts drift to the whole "Do I Love Noah?" situation. I can hardly call it a situation. Maybe I'm overthinking things. I stare up at the water and try to clear my head. The warm water feels refreshing. Noah does seem to really care about me, but then again, that's normal since we're practically best friends. He also pays attention to the little details I tell him. He knows my style. He has the same history as me. Is this love? Or even a crush? Geez, I'm really getting ahead of myself here. Well, I wouldn't know anyway. Back at h- not home- my parents home, I spent all my free time figuring myself out and wondering what all those thoughts and feelings meant, (spoiler alert: it meant I was really a girl!) so I never had time for crushes or dating. Plus it's not like I had boys lining up to date me anyway. I only had a few friends in the first place. Now, away from my parents and in a whole new world, it might be time to start. And why not start with Noah? I decide that my shower is over, as I don't want to keep others waiting. I dry off and put on my new clothes. Of course, they fit perfectly. I leave the locker room and go head back to the teen room.