I sit down on Noah's bunk while he brushes my hair. This draws some "Awww's" and "Oooh's" from a few of the other kids, but it's all good natured. "Man, you have some thick hair! How do you manage to brush it?" Noah says in amused frustration. "I really don't know- It kind of styles itself, I think." I laugh. "Can you hand me some rubber bands?" He asks. I hand him the rubber bands and can tell he's doing his best to style my hair. I honestly don't think I ever learned how to style it, since my hair was short for most of my life. If I'm going to learn new things, then now's the time. In the end, after being unable to braid my hair, he puts it into two puffy space buns. The few people who were watching start clapping quietly, in that sort of sarcastic, but not really kind of way. I get up and head over to look in the mirror. "Noah it looks great! Thank you!" I say. I give him a big hug, since he deserves it. "Ah, no problem M!" He called me M! Does this mean I have a nickname now?