A perfect pink dress hung in Johana Leonie's closet, threatening to be underappreciated. She didn't want to be the sort of girl who cared about such things, but she absolutely cared about such things. She thought that maybe it would be easier if she was brave like Freddie, but she couldn't even think of a boy she would want to appreciate her. Was she just doomed to have to begin her adult life without anyone romantic and wonderful in it? She felt strongly that teenage years were meant to include flowers and pretty dresses and fancy hairdos and dates. But she had none of those things. Was it the language thing? Heinrich didn't seem interested in her either way, so maybe it wasn't just that. Was she just . . . Ugly? A mirror hung near her closet and she checked her reflection. Plain, maybe, but not necessarily ugly. Or was that a cultural thing, too?
She wrung her hands and walked away from the mirror, taking a seat on her bed as she waited for Zara to get back from wherever Zara was. Bridget was not there at the moment and Johana Leonie had high hopes that she'd be able to speak to Zara alone. Bridget was nice enough, but she didn't have the same sort of understanding about these things that Zara seemed to, and Zara had been the one who had worked so hard to get them all together. If anyone understand socializing, and boys, it was going to be Zara. She'd seen her with a boy before, so she had proof.
The problem was that she wasn't exactly sure what she was asking. She wasn't just dealing with an uncertainty in how to flirt with or entice boys, but where to even begin finding tolerable ones. There were only a few boys in their year, including the boy Johana Leonie had seen Zara with and who was strictly off limits as a result, and the years above them weren't much richer. She'd thought about trying to talk with Jeremy Mordue more, but that was mostly out of stubbornness than anything else. Was that her problem? She was too stubborn?
Her spiralling was interrupted by Zara entering the dorm and Johana Leonie practically jumped off the bed to try to greet her. She stumbled, pulling her legs out to a reasonable position to stand, not sit, and smiled a little shyly at Zara.
"Hallo," she said. Her voice was soft, as usual, but there was an extra layer of shyness that made it even lighter than usual. Knowing this was likely to be the case, Johana Leonie had prepared her question in English and made sure it was exactly what she wanted to ask. Even though she didn't really know what she wanted to ask. "You are good at talking with boys. How do I do that?" Whelp, it wasn't perfect but it was out there. "I want dance to Ball with boy. I don't know how talk to boy."
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How is it going, or how do I get...?
by Zara Jackson
“Hi,” Zara smiled, as Johana Leonie practically bounced off her bed in her eagerness to greet her. She wouldn’t have put it past her to just be that bouncy and cheerful, but as it wasn’t the usual reaction Zara got every time she walked in the door, she wondered whether something else was going on. Sure enough, this was followed up by a request.
Huh.
Zara took a seat on her own bed, pulling off her sneakers and tucking them out of the way so she could draw her legs up. So, having a male best friend qualified her as the resident expert on boys. Interesting. And possibly slightly awkward, as she wasn’t really sure she knew how to answer that. Boys and make up and stuff was way more her sister Eva’s bag than hers. Zara was sort of assuming she and Felipe would hang at the ball, but it was because they were besties, not because they were gonna make out.
Probably.
“Well, Felipe is my friend. Not my boyfriend,” she clarified, “So, I just talk to him the same as anyone else.” On the one hand, that possibly meant she had zero advice, on the other hand, talking to people like they were just normal humans didn’t strike her as the worst idea. She could not teach Flirtation 101, but she could possibly teach Just Chill, A Basic Primer. “I don’t think I’d choose a special or different way to talk to boys if I wanted them to be my boyfriend. If we were dating, I’d want them to like the real me. Is there a particular boy you like?” she added, aware that Johana Leonie might not be willing to answer that, but oh-so-willing to dig just in case she was.
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Johana Leonie followed Zara's example and returned to her own bed, perching on her knees as casually as she could (not very casually) as she listened. She had always appreciated that Zara talked in a way that was really easy for Johana Leonie to follow. Of course, it helped that the dorm was quiet right now. Unfortunately, part of the problem was that German did not have a separate word for boyfriend or friend.
"Boyfriend is the kind you kiss, ja?" she asked. "Mein Freund oder mein Freund," she said by way of explanation before waving her hand to dismiss German as unimportant in this case. "Talk like anyone," she confirmed, thinking this over. She wasn't really too sure how to talk like anyone else. But then, how would she know? She didn't know what Johana Leonie-talking-to-her-boyfriend was like, so she couldn't be too sure about how to talk normally. It didn't seem like a good idea to talk to a boy like she would talk to Friederike Albert.
She tried to figure out all the words in her head before she said them out loud in most cases, but she figured Zara knew her well enough by now to be pretty okay about repairing her words with her. "I maybe like a boy," she admitted, turning a little pink. "Felipe, he knows real you? How you know if you want kiss boy or just friend boy? Want you kiss boy?"
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