Just One Bed
Sam: Sam didn't care that there was only one bed; no, really, she didn't. After months of sleeping on the ground, this bed even seemed a bit too much. She'd met an older girl named Evelyn on her search for new clothing, and the girl had been kind enough to share an old pair of pajamas with her, and promised to take her shopping on Monday. That being done, Sam went straight for the shower. She spent close to an hour there, scrubbing all the dirt and blood and ash away until her skin felt raw. She walked out into the bedroom naked, for a moment forgetting that she would be sharing it with Ben, drying her hair with a fluffy red towel.
Ben: Thinking that Sam would want privacy to get washed herself he decided to take a boy Hope's offer of using his facilities before coming back, deciding to open the door without checking if Sam was ready and walks in on her as naked as the day she was born. He takes a quick look at her, seeing things that he'd never thought he'd ever see, well he wished he would. He quickly looks away, shielding his eyes albeit reluctantly.
Sam: She yelps and for some reason dives under the bed, flushing red all over. "Ben, what the hell!"
Ben: He flushes red all over also, continuing to shield his eyes, "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't know you'd be naked, I thought you'd have a towel." His brain goes back to the picture of her naked and suddenly realizes that maybe Sam isn't the young girl he remembers her to be anymore.
Sam: She covers her face with her hands in embarrassment, "Would it kill you to knock?!" She peeks through her fingers and flushes even more when she sees that he hasn't even moved.
Ben: "I've never really had to knock before..." He turns around so that he'd facing a wall not having to shield his eyes anymore but then realizes he's also standing beside a mirror.