South Park X Reader

Chapter 10: I still love you

A few days later you wake up feeling worse than you have since the night of the party. You've been avoiding Kyle and pretty much everyone else. You haven't been going to school, just lying in bed and letting the pain seep further. Eventually the pain got so bad that you literally couldn't get out of bed. You thought resting would make it better but it made you worse. Much worse. When you think about it in a bigger sense, it doesn't sound as bad.

You are in high school. You had a boyfriend that you loved and still love. He cheated on you with hhis ex in front of everyone. Now he tries to apologize and you don't know if you can trust him again.

Right? It doesn't sound that bad. But you try to think of accepting his apology all the time but you can't help but remember the way his fingers gripped her sides and how when you start to fall asleep at night, you see pictures of you and him on the couch, him holding you the way he held Bebe and you wake up in a panic. You can't picture yourself with him, without picturing him with her.

Today you decide it's finally time to get out of bed. You are sort of relieved to find that your brother still isn't home, although you are kind of worried. When you try to stand, your legs shake. When you look in the mirror to touch up your makeup, you see the dark circles under your eyes and your hollow cheeks. You really had spent too much time in bed. You concealed the darkness under your eyes and blacken your lashes, you could do nothing about your hollowed cheeks.

You walk down stairs and almost collapse on the way. After making a small amount of eggs and not finishing them, you dress in a sweatshirt and jeans and walk out the door. "Where am I going?" You whisper to yourself. You honestly don't know, you just walk to the sidewalk and continue walking. You breathe in the cold fall air and for a moment you forget about how badly you're hurt.

As you walk you smell a familiar scent that sends warmth through your body. "Dahlias" You say out loud. "Oh, You've got a good nose!" You hear a woman's high voice chime from a front yard. "Oh, Hello Mrs. Broflovski. Yeah, Dahlias are my favorite." You say when you see the big red haired lady. Saying her name makes your heart hurt. "I was just cutting these out of my backyard garden, we planted them at the beginning of summer and since it's getting cold they won't last, they'll look terrible if they wilt." She rambles about the wheelbarrows full of colored dahlias.

You remember the times you went to Kyle's that his mother always rambled about the most randm things, she was always trying to make a point. Always had an opinion, just like her son. Just the smell of Mrs. Broflovski reminds you of Kyle. "What a shame." You say and mean it. The flowers have always looked so unique and beautiful, not to mention their name sounds so exotic.

"Well come over here and pick a few out, you can put them in a vase, it would be such a loss to watch all of them die." She smiles widely. You nod and walk up their driveway. You gasp when you see the beautiful flowers up close.

Kyle's P.O.V

"Come on Kyle! Your brothers going to be late!." My dad yells from the botoom of the stairs. "I just don't see why I have to come." I complain. He's making me go to Ike's graduation from the third grade. Why is graduating from the third grade such a big deal? I moan nonetheless and get out of bed, pull on my green hat and decide on a black leather jacket instead of my orange one.

When I get downstairs I see my mom in the front window. She seems to be smiling and laughing but I don't know who to. I look closer and gasp when I see her standing there. It's (y/n). I get lost for a split second when she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles brightly at a probably lame joke my mom told. I want to hide. I want to never let her see me again because if she is this happy when I'm not around, then I will stay away for good because I would be brutally tortured everyday if it meant I could see her like that everyday and that is...happy.

"Come on! What'd you fall asleep?" My dad pushes my arm and I snap out of my daze. My heart pounds out of my chest as I come towards to door and when I see her gaze meet mine, the air around me goes from frigid to warmth and I want to grab her by the waist and run away with her forever. I want to kiss her and hug her and feel every inch of her skin the way she would do to me.

I remember that I'd try to talk to her when we were in the heat of the moment on her couch or in my bed and I'd have to say her name a ton of times before she'd get out of her trance that she had on my chest. Always my chest. She'd always find new freckles or birthmarks I didn't even know existed, She'd always fall asleep there and when she'd get up I'd feel a huge weight lifted off my chest, but it was the emptiest feeling ever. Until she'd come and curl up next to me and eventually have her whole body draped over me. I love her. And she is right in front of me, right in front of me but so damn far away.

"I should get going." She says and I want to beg her to stay. "Yeah, you picked the flowers you like?" My mom asks her and I look down at her hands where she has a purple dahlia with white tips. She twists it in her fingers and nods yes. "Okay we'll see you later, you should come by for dinner some time we miss having you around, you know kyle actually hasn't been talking about you much lately, actually he hasn't been talking at all, do you think somethings wrong with hi-" My mom rambles and I run up behind her and but my hand on her back. "Come on mom, get in the car and stop bombarding her with questions." I say and direct her to the front seat before giving (y/n) a small smile and not getting one back in return. I sigh, get in the car and watch her walk back to her house.

Normal P.O.V

Walking away from that house feels like death. You look back one more time and the car is going down the street and you can't help but wish Kyle had talked to you a little more, or at all. The most acknowledgement he gave you was a smile. Then again, seeing him was terrible on so many levels. You feel the tears fall slowly, but you're too exauhsted to make them stop.

At home you felt a little better, you watched T&P, ate some ice cream and cuddled in your pajamas with a blanket. Everything was going okay until you heard a knock on your door.

When you open it you are taken aback by Kyle standing in the doorway with an empty beer bottle full of different colored dahlias. You cross your arms and tilt your head. "Flowers won't make up for what you did to me." You say, taking the maeshift vase. "Obviously not, but it was worth it." He tells you. Shoving his hands in his pockets. "Listen, when I saw you at my house today, I had the ridiculous idea in my head that you were there for me. When I found out that you weren't and you were just chattingwith my mom, I felt so broken. Like I built up these expectations just to get them shattered." He explains and you rock on your heels awkwardly.

"But I'm still so happy you came. Because I got to see you smile, you were happy and I'd kill to see that again every day." He tells you. "Are you kidding Kyle? I am far from happy. You know just because people are breathing doesn't mean they're alive." You tell him, you already feel the tears threatening your weak eyes. "What?" He says, he's not confused about the metaphor, he's confused about how you're not really happy. "Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm happy. I've been out of school because I was too emotionally exhausted to get out of bed. I haven't slept because everytime I close my eyes I just see her on top of you. My life is hell." You explain. "And you think mines not? Okay, I know I messed up. Really badly, but I'd do anything to take it all back. I am not a cheater, (y/n). I don't know what came over me. When she got on me I pictured you and that's why I continued. I mean I've lost friends in my life but losing the person you're in love with is so god damn painful." He says, his words too fast and his breaths too short.

"Love?" Is all you can say. He said it, maybe that was all you needed because you feel every bone in your body turn to mush. "Well...Yeah, I love you. I thought you knew that?" he questions and you shake your head no. "I mean...I thought you might have...because I love you too I just thought..." You stammer. "Wait what?" He asks. "You love me? Then why are you mad at me?" He really doesn't seem to get it. "Kyle. You don't betray the people you love. Ever." You say quietly.

"I am so sorry." He whispers, you hear the tears in the back of his throat. "I just..." Before you can finish he presses his lips against yours and it is the most relieving yet painful thing in the world. "I love you." He says into your lips and your knees get weak. "I love you too. But you better not hurt me again." You whisper back and your lips connect, with the door closing behind you, you finally feel reconnected with the moppy headed boy who could bring the world to peace with a couple of words.

(Sooo...that happened. I'm pretty happy they're back together hbu?)