South Park Oneshots (Requests Open)

Kenny McCormick // I'll Break My Own

Date: 3/23/20
Time: 5:42PM
Age: 17
Extra: Kinda long. About 4259 words. She/her used. Sorry it took longer than expected to get this posted

WARNING: Abusive relationship (not Kenny) during a flashback part. The flashback will be marked at the beginning and the end

"Hey, where were you yesterday?"

I turned to see Kenny McCormick standing next to me with his arm around my shoulders and a small frown on his face.

Kenny was the owner of my heart at that moment, though he didn't exactly know. Nobody knew. I had felt too much heartbreak in my life and I didn't want it to happen again so I wasn't going to willingly let a player know that he could easily control my heart. I wasn't going to willingly let him play with me before just shattering me. I wasn't going to let him know how much I actually cared.

"I was...I was at home? Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Though I was acting confused, I knew exactly why he was asking. A week ago, he had invited me to hang out on his birthday, yesterday, and I had accepted. But, I wasn't going to let him know that I had remembered when his birthday was. That showed that I cared, even just a little bit. And he didn't remind me about it, so I stayed home instead of going to hang out with him.

Did I regret it? Yeah, I regretted it a lot because I could've, and should've, hung out with my crush. I would've loved that so much. It would've been so much fun. But, I had to have commitment issues or attachment issues or whatever the fuck I had, and it had to make me do stupid shit so I wouldn't let people know that I was attached to them and that I cared about them.

"We were supposed to hang out yesterday, remember? My birthday? I turned 18?" He said, though his sentences sounded more like questions. "Any of this ringing a bell, gorgeous?"

I ignored what he called me, like normal, and shrugged.

"I didn't realize yesterday was your birthday," I said. I was completely lying. Everyone knew that I knew Kenny's birthday was yesterday. Everyone except Kenny. "Have you told me before?"

"Yeah. I told you when I asked you to hang out," he said, his voice dropping to a sad tone. I forced myself to only hum in response, checking the time on my phone. "So you're really not gonna say anything?"

I sighed and shook my head, shoving my phone back into my back pocket.

"Happy late birthday? You know I'm not good with dates, dude," I said.

Another lie. I was perfectly fine with dates. I was especially amazing with them when they were important dates. Like birthdays.

"God, I'm about to sound like one of the clingy bitches that I used to date, but do you even care that you forgot my birthday?" He asked. I could hear his voice wavering, a small glimpse into his emotions that people didn't generally get to see. Most people only got to see the perverted, flirty side of him. I wished that I was like most people. Maybe I wouldn't have been in the mess that I was in.

"'Course, I care. You're my friend. Sorry for forgetting but, again, I'm not good with dates," I said. He sighed and shook his head, looking away from me. "I gotta go, Kenny. I'll see you tomorrow."

I went to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to face him, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"You're hanging out with me tomorrow. No forgetting," he said, staring into my eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes sparkled in the light as they stared into mine. I couldn't say no to those eyes. I couldn't say no to him.

"Okay."

I pulled my wrist out of his hand and quickly walked away, my eyes wide for a few seconds after that. I stared down at the ground the entire walk home and collapsed on my bed as soon as I reached my room.