It felt like I haven't even blinked. I was completely shocked about what he said – In a good way. Even if he was just joking around, or was serious, there was no way I was going to get out of his room. Cartman wasn't banging on the door anymore, but I knew he was still there. He was probably sitting right by the door, just like me. I sighed and got up. I'm not sure why Cartman didn't want me in his room. I mean, it's very tidy in here. I went to open his closet, to my surprise, every one of his shirts were all hung up, and there was a box labeled "Memories" sitting at the bottom of it. I pulled it out of the closet, and shut the door behind me.

"What are you doing, Jew?" Cartman said in a more clam, steady voice.

"Just looking around." I replied.

He never replied back to me. I lifted up the flaps of the box and it overflowed with stuff. Pictures, notes, books, toys, anything you could possibly think. I found that picture album of what he did to Butters. Just would invite him over to spend the night just so he could torture him while he was sleeping. There was also pictures of him being "The Coon", and along with that a T-Shirt. Everyone knows "Mysterion" was better, and "The Coon" got kicked out of his own group, "Coon and Friends".

"Why would you keep all of this in a box?" I asked.

I heard Cartman sigh. "'Cause, Jew boy, I can." He said.

"Just..why?" I asked once again.

No answer. I just kept looking through all his stuff still. I found another album buried at the bottom. I pulled it out, and it made everything else fall out. It made a sort of a loud noise, and Cartman didn't react to it. That was unlike him. I raised my eyebrows when I saw the title. It just said "Kyle". I opened it and flipped through the pages. Every picture had me in it. Every picture had a note written in bad handwriting under it. Oh my god. I gave myself a face palm when I saw this picture. I read the caption

"This is when we were in Imagination Land and imaginary Kahl FINALLY sucked my balls. He totally deserved that."

How did he even get that picture?! That wasn't me. That was the imaginary me. Now…now I kind of wish that was me.

"Cartman, you know that wasn't me, right?" I said.

"Huh? What are you doing digging through my stuff?" He questioned me.

I ignored his question. "In Imaginary Land."

No reply. "Goddamnit Cartman!" "Why won't you talk to me?"

"Do you have my phone?" He asked, ignoring my question.

I smirked. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"Give me my phone." He commanded.

"No, first you have to answer my questions." I said.

"Don't be such a Jew." He said.

"Why are you with Bebe?" I ask, my face getting hot.

"I hate her." He said.

My jaw dropped open.

"Y-you do?"

"Yes, I hate her so very, very much." "I've wanted to break up with her forever." "I'm not even the one who deiced to date her." "Kenny dared me." "I only agreed because I thought she wouldn't agree." "Turns out she did." He told me.

"I will fix everything for you." I said.

"No, Kahl. Just leave it alone." Cartman said sadly.

I grabbed his phone out of my pocket, and went to his contacts. I tapped Bebe then "message" I started texting her. Cartman must have heard me typing because he asked what I was doing.

"Is that my phone?" he asked, once again.

I already sent the message, and I re-read what it said.

"Bebe, I break up. It was not meant to be."

"There." I say. "I fixed everything."

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