Edited and updated!
I don't have much to say about this one. It's just another short drabble for you guys. I hope you like it.
No warnings!
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park!
Kyle's POV - I tried to keep him in character, let me know if I succeeded or not. :P
Home Movies
by Mootycakes
I could hardly contain my laughter as I watched from the darkness of his closet. This is going to be my greatest accomplishment. I am going to ruin his life like he is always trying to ruin mine. I am going to make his life a living Hell like he is always trying to do to mine.
I jumped when he opened the door; there he was in all his fucking evil "Nazi glory," Eric 'Fatass' Cartman. Quickly grabbing my new video camera, I aimed it at him, and pressed record. Now, all I have to do is wait. I'm sure he'll do something to embarrass himself horribly and then I'll show the entire school what an idiot he is. I am a genius!
After closing the door, Cartman quickly locks it, grabs his desk chair, and props that under the door handle. What could he possibly be doing that he needed to bar his door closed, I wondered. Making his way to the desk, he bent down, and reached under the main drawer pulling something out from underneath it. Upon closer inspection, I love the zoom on this camera, I noticed it was a small silver key. Cartman then knelt down next to his queen-size bed and pulled out a black lockbox. Laying it on the bed and using the key, he opened it and began pulling out folders and then a big binder, perhaps a scrapbook.
I zoomed in again on his smiling face in surprise. I don't think I've ever seen that lunatic genuinely smile.
Cartman held the book close to his chest before laying down on his stomach, opening to a new page. I was intrigued when he began opening folders and grabbing pictures and pages out of them, putting them into the binder with great care. I smirked victoriously. I finally won. Fatass likes to scrapbook! What a girl! I held in my snickers while he finished his work.
It was a long hour of waiting before Liane yelled for her poopsikins to come and eat his supper. He yelled back to her as he put everything carefully away and left the room to go eat. This gave me a chance to infringe upon his privacy a bit more. I have to get a closer look at that scrapbook and add a closing shot to my short film.
I grabbed the key from under the desk, pulled the box from under the bed, and unlocked it. I carefully pulled out the folders, making sure not to let him know anything was moved. I turned on my camera as I pulled back the cover, making sure to zoom in on the front page.
I almost dropped my camera when I noticed what was there. A picture of me smiling, cut into a heart glued in the center of the title page. When I read "Memories of my Love" at the top I haphazardly threw everything back into the box, put everything back into place, climbed out Cartman's window, and ran home. I deleted the entire video when I got there and planned to stay the fuck away from Eric Cartman for the rest of my life.
Author's Note: Lol Cartman is a little bit obsessed with poor old Kyle. Review or not, it's up to you. Criticisms and tips welcome, no flames please. I hope you guys enjoyed it.