ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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When she finally calms down a bit and rises, exhausted, a pale veil of exhaustion can be seen on her face. But in spite of everything, a faint but pleased smile emerges on her lips.
"I'm sorry, but I'm definitely better now," she says softly, starting to laugh as she staggers forward. Before she falls to the ground, though, I hold her tightly by the arms.
"Get on," I say, ducking down in front of her so she can lean on my back. Without hesitation, she literally drops onto my back and rests her head lightly on my shoulder, clinging to me.
"How can you even still walk straight and even carry me? You've had just as much to drink as I have," she mumbles into my shoulder.
"I can handle a little more than you," I reply and continue on my way. The alcohol is making itself felt on me, of course, and my brain is foggy as well, but I still maintain some control over my body. She leaves it at that though and shortly after we arrive as well, our luck as we have our spot pretty close to the beach.

When we arrive, I somewhat awkwardly open the door and then gently lay her down on the bed. She mumbles something and opens her eyes. Apparently she fell asleep while being carried, which would explain why she has been so unusually quiet along the way.
She sits up too quickly and holds her head with a groan before trying to get up, but it looks more like she's going to fall off the bed. Her face contorts and she's probably struggling with the effects of the alcohol making itself felt in her body. She braces herself against everything and drags herself strained to her suitcase.
"You'd better lie down and sleep," I casually interject as I watch her. She rummages in her bag and holds her toothbrush out to me.
"I still have to do that and you're not going to stop me! I threw up, that's disgusting!" she insists defiantly and straightens up, almost toppling backwards if I didn't hold her by the shoulders. Struggling with the door handle, she stumbles outside, having forgotten that there are steps. Startled, I flinch when all I hear is a loud bang and follow her outside, where I find her lying on the floor. I actually expected her to grumble loudly, but instead I only hear her laugh heartily. She turns around on the floor, stretches her arms in the air and laughs happily.
"Watch out, there's a step~" she slurs between her laughter. Shaking my head, I have to laugh along with her and reach for her hands to help her up, which she gladly accepts and I help her to her feet.

She moves laboriously and staggeringly in the direction of the showers and I follow her to keep an eye on her. The brushing of her teeth goes relatively normally, but the walk back drags on endlessly as she gets distracted by the smallest things. Even a fleeting bug flying by is enough to get her attention and make her chase after it. Suddenly, she kneels down to a frog that crosses our path.... Due to the proximity of a lake, the frog probably got lost here. With her cheeks fluffed wide open, she imitates the frog and emits a loud "quaaaak". When the frog also gives a croak, she is beside herself and pulls on my hand. "Did you hear, he's talking to me!" she says excitedly and answers the frog with another croak.
It seemed like she was engaged in a deep conversation with this frog, because strangely enough, every time she croaked, the frog responded with a croak.
"Puked once, slept briefly, and her energy is back...", I muttered in fascination, watching spellbound as she communicated with a frog.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone and began to capture this unique scene. While watching her talk to the frog through the screen, I muttered quietly to myself, "She's going to kill me when she sees this..."
As she continued to talk to the frog, I could see the joy on her face. Her eyes were shining as she listened to the little animal and kept responding with an enthusiastic "Quaak".

When the frog finally hopped away, she finally stood up and said goodbye to him with a, "Byeeeeeeee!"
"And...what did he say?", I ask her cautiously, suppressing a laugh. Still, I'm strangely curious about what she has to say.
"I have absolutely no idea. He had a funny dialect, couldn't understand him," she laughs happily and grins at me. Then she continues on her way, but instead of walking back, she heads straight for a tree, only to hug it lovingly. I am torn between laughing at this or pitying her as I watch her unusual behavior.
"Mikey, come on! Nature needs a hug and a thank you too!" She calls out to me, waving me over.
"I think nature would actually be happier if you finally got into bed," I reply with a smirk in my undertone as I slowly move toward her, still filming. She pouts at my comment, but lets go of the tree and lovingly strokes its bark. Almost mumbling, she says, "He didn't mean that. You're doing a good job. Thank you!"

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