The bushes looked natural, thats how it looks on the tv but I can't be sure, for I have never saw this positioning in the tv.

"Ehh..are we going in there?" I asked as a weird feeling clinged onto me.

"Well we ain't here for nothing!" She replied in the upbeat pitch.

The sun glazed everything in its light, but what was behind of this "wilderness" was definitely in no bright.

So—

Before anything could escape my tongue, she firmly gripped my wrist, predictable where it was going to.

YANKS 

"WHAT THE FUCK—"

                     ***

In a sloth pace, my eyes opened but I couldn't see the sun, there was a roof of thousands of tree leaves and branches, blocking the rays.

"My back..I can't feel my back"

The quirky voice of her spoke again.

"dude you fell on mud—HOW can that hurt?"

"Soft things stab the hardest"

"You fell on flat mud smooth-head, stop spitting poetry".

As I remained laying on the muck surface I felt slime under my t shirt, the aloud voice from stomach, A—

Croak

"EWWW WHAT THE FUCK—GET IT OFF ME"

as I sat upright in a snap the little croakin' frog went flying. But the flight was cut short as our "friend" catched it with her hand.

(Absolutely gross and disgusting bro...)

Unlike the previous times, this time the girl didn't even supressed the laughter, instead she had a full on face explosion when laughing.

(I was right...there isn't a SINGLE ounce of being "considerate towards others" in her!)

"Oh gosh—Beenli when you do try to act all hyper like that—hehe—your veins just pop up and—"

"Aye—talkin' bout the veins ain't soundin' funny when you joke about it twice, it sounds LAME—which ya—kindAreyouKnow—"

Her face squinted in a kind of...unpleased expression.

(There was total judgement in those big ass eyes)

"Dude, a frog made you shriek—HOW am I the lame one when your skin leaves you at the SLIGHTEST!"

(Oh..kay..she got the point there honestly can't argue with that.)

"Eh..I guess you might be right."

Her eyes widened the slightest, but they did, she felt a bit shocked I think.

"Oh my the baldy-boy is actin' decent with me now? Yeah ya definitely got a crush on me".

Her mock remarks about HER being my crush, doesn't sit right with me right now.

"I bet my stomach droppin' at that ass sounding statement of yours brunette"

Hmmm

("Hmm"? Why did she make that sound? She definitely gonna say some insufferable shit to me)

"Fuck...two times...shit..uhh I dont remember—but DEFINITELY several times!"

(What in th..the hell she yappin' bout?)

"Uhh..can you make sense right now?"

(The way she placed "fuck" gotta be listed in top three worst structurings)

Her body let a sigh out as her eyes now very much, in my line o' sight.

"Well Mister Beenli Sahu"

(Shit dude full name taken? Yeah Someting definitely gonna leak out my bones.)

"These are all the swearing words you proudly used...in a very casual manner"

She feels like a rope trying to leash my neck, but looks like her tightening might just strangle me to death. 

(Metaphorically of course)

"And? What's with it? You gonna tell my momma?"

(Please DO NOT)

"Ayeeee you think I am one of those uncool kids Beenli?"

"Uhh..I don't have an answer for that"

Her voice went upbeat again as she striked a thumb on her chest.

"The answer is NO"

Her words poured onto me like lukewarm water on a mildly cold sunday. A pure relief.

"Damn—didn't you were cool like that mud-head!"

"I called you by your name several times, did you call me by mine even once?"

An awkward embarrasment climbed up my skin.

"Uhm—I mean you never told me—"

"Cuz YOU DIDN'T ASK DUMBASS"

"Aye—aye chill girl—uh..tell me what's your name!!"

"Imma tell you later, let's do somethings first".

(OKAY FIRST SHE RAGES AT ME NOW SHE PROCASTINATIN' ON HER OWN NAME—She definitely wants some dog barking from me man!)

The frog in her hand jumped out in a struggle. She giggled at it landing in the wet again.

"So what are the 'things' we gonna do?"

FROGS

"AYO-EWW WHAT THE FUCK—"

"Catching them. We will catch frogs."

"Oh-so THAT'S what you meant—I genuinly thougt you had some weird—"

"Hop off the internet."

"You mean be like ya?"

"If that's gonna connect you to outside, then YES PLEASE DO—and yeah I am not some dumb girl—IUSE internet too—ehh—but NOT—LIKE YOU—OKAYY"

"Aye I ain't even that bad—"

"Leave it."

"Oh—okay."

                     ***

In a flick she got on all four, it seemed like her eyes has scanned from the vast to specks of the entire area, I could feel something animalistic incoming.

She suddenly blitz forward to a croak, there was a loud splash of mud though she was sucessfull with the frog, it croaked in her fist like it was choking, maybe it was, but who knows.

(I definitely don't wanna know)

A gooey-eyed frog was in her hand, its skin looked slippery-shiny, the brunette finally gives it some comfort space by making a pouch, by sticking her palm edges close, the pouch swallowed the frog as its croaks went less frequent.

"Hey girl so...what we gonna do with it?

"Oh—uh yes—we let it..hop back to where it came from."

"Damn I thought it was some collection typa stuff"

"well we are collecting the MEMORIES!"

"But those ain't physical".

"What is carved with memories is more important than what is carved objects".

I don't if she meant to quote, but if she did then it picked something in me, don't know what but what I felt what I felt.

"...Uhh—was that corny Beenli?"

"Well..no actually, doesn't sound corny to me to be honest"

"Oh...uh—let's just leave it"

"As ya wish".

                           ***

She went on all four again, another one caught by her palm, then released back to freedom, and it kept happening for six more times until finally she turned at me.

"Aye! Why you not aiding me in the catch?"

Honestly I don't will to play in mud-mash, it feels somewhat pointless.

"I ain't aiding cuz I don't feel a point in doing THIS!"

Her brows closed furiously at me.

"IS HAVING FUN AND MEMORIES NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!?"

"uhm—NO I GUESS"

"ugh..okay—listen to this.. if you catched a frog by yourself, you gonna know my name quickly."

"Oh shoot—but what's the benefit of that—"

"ITS A POINT!"

Her words stood like a cemented wall of obligation.

(Can't argue with that.)

"Well I guess"

I took her stance as she gave me the tutorial for catching some silly frogs in a willy-nilly hunt.

There I spotted a sparkle of those gooey eyes, in a blitz I jumped on all four straight—

SPLASH

(slammed directly on my face, outside is very physically painful man)

"Well I guess no luck, the CROAKER slipped out of my hand"

Her face was red, not the wrathful one, of course not the blushing one, it was of a laughter spike.

BLAHAHAHAHAHAH

"Damn baldy—you look ridiculous like that!"

"You used the same move to catch it!"

"Uhm-mhm— there is an exception, that is I am a pro at catching them, you ain't—and for that I get a pass"

"Catching these croakers is hard man"

"You really made a slur for them? Thats some high interspecies racism!"

"Wha—How is this RACISM its just an animal!"

"Thats what the racists say"

(Damn she got me on that one)

Her walked towards on all four (obviously), her hand landed on my shoulder as her lips came close and she whispered.

Try again baldy-boy!

"Its a buzzcut damnit"

Try again...Beenli

The name, it was my name, it never struck to me until now, when it was whispered to me, like this...but..why?

SNAPS

"Ayee baldy get you of your thoughts already and catch some frogs"

"Aye aye captain" came out, in monotone throat.

I took the same stance again, this time a slow-paced inching towards the croak I heard, without a thought—

SPLASH

A large clammy yes flew, yet success was far.

"Welp—looks like you gotta try again!"

                     ***

The fiftieth try, it was the fiftieth of the same stance, of the same process, the trees looked dull from the apathy of witnessing me fail again and again. 

"COME ON—YOU CAN DO IT!"

surprisingly or non surprisingly, I don't know, but she didn't lose hope in me. There are other people like mom who have hope—but their hope...feels like a parental duty given to them by morals, she isn't of my blood, she isn't a friend of decades, but she has hope in me.

"HEY—DON'T GET LOST IN THOUGHTS THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!"

Her words tugged me back to reality, there I saw, the gooey-eyed frog naively sitting, I inched closer to it, just like previously, mapped it just like I did before, without a thought I hopped towards it, there was nothing distinct from what I had already done, but the spirit of it felt more, it just felt more.

SPLASH

A large splash of mud all over again, the same thing happened, but this time I caught success in my palm, a wiggling and croaking success.

"OH MY—YOU DID IT—QUICKLY! MAKE A CUP!"

As she said, I let my palms close and the frog fell right in the gap, now it was time to release it.

"Okay—so slowly open the cup, make sure your hands are close to ground and its gonna hop off itself"

(Damn it ain't as hard as the catching part)

As she said, I moved my hands closer to mud, let the break and the little croaker hopped off of it.

"YEEEEE-HEEEEE!!!!"

In a split-second her arms crossed around my collarbone from behind, she pulls me back slightly as the cross tightens.

(She really out here givin a choke-hug)

                     ***

Few minutes passed as we finally settled down.

(Dressed in thick mud and moist ofcourse)

"Okay so—uhh— tell me the mystery of the point"

"Eh?—oh yes-yes, its Neeta!"

"Neeta what?"

"Neeta Lubana"

"Ou damn—you from the north?"

"Yeah VERY north"

"That's cool"

"I know right?"

"So..."

"Hmm?"

"What gave you this passion of..catching frogs?"

"Oh that...you wanna know?"

"Well yeah—I mean—you are getting interesting to me now"

"I did not mean it that way Neeta"

"Hehe—I know silly! Just pickin' you"

"So can you..uhh—tell me.."

"Okay...lets get star—"

OWCH!

"Aye—what happened baldy?"

As soon as I checked my hand out, after this sensation there was something stickin' out of it. Something in skin.

Its a splinter!