An Old Video Camera

“And here we have Michael. He sucks at skateboarding, which is where I come in. Hopefully I can get some footage for America’s Funniest Home Videos.”

I continued to look through the old video camera I had picked up from the yard sale. The skateboard that Michael had gotten from the same yard sale flew out from under him. He turned to me from his place on the ground and gave me a withering glare.

“Fuck you, Cameron,” he said before getting back up. I grinned and lowered the camera.

“Gladly, Mike,” I said. Michael got back onto the board, and I was behind the camera again.

“You scar little children, you know that?” he asked. He jumped up onto a park bench and tried to grind the back. The result was him narrowly avoiding having his reproductive privileges revoked. Well, that got rid of the possibility of being in a crotch mangle montage.

“Hey, a guy’s gotta have a hobby,” I said. Michael picked up the hot pink skateboard and turned to me.

“Remind me again how you got me into this?” he asked. I shrugged slightly, jostling the camera.

“I gave you the skateboard, remember?” I asked. “I paid seventy-five cents to that little girl wearing the High School Musical bikini.” Michael was trying to do air flips now, but gravity seemed to think otherwise.

“Yeah, you’ve given me mono too, but you didn’t try to manipulate that to your advantage,” he said from his place on the ground. I smirked, though he couldn’t see it since I was still hiding my face behind the camcorder.

“Says you.” I countered. His attempts at doing a 360 went straight to the pavement, and I started laughing. The video camera clicked, though, and I looked to see that the tape had come to an end. “Damn, and those people only included one tape…” Michael picked up the skateboard and walked up to me.

“Serves you right,” he said. “You were taping everything since you bought that thing.” I grinned and held the camera at my side.

“Hey, why don’t we go back and see if that little girl is still selling lemonade?” I asked. Michael wiped at his forehead dramatically, as if he were coated in sweat. I kissed him lightly on the lips and put my arm around his shoulders. “Come on.”

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The idea for this story came to me (surprise!) when I was watching an episode of America’s Funniest Home videos. After this I’ll go back to my main story, but I thought this story turned out good.