(South Park Kenny X Reader Pt.2)

Thunder

Wendy and I decided to just order pizza for the night. I didn't feel like going out, and she didn't seem to mind. I don't remember the last time I had pizza, to be honest. Usually, Kenny or I would cook. If we didn't cook, then we would go out to some nearby restaurant that was way cheaper than it should be. It was truly underappreciated. But hey, if they charged more then we wouldn't be able to go. Wendy and I sat by each other while we watched some sitcom on the TV Wendy had provided for us. I never asked Wendy how she got this stuff, and I wasn't going to. 

As we sat there, I could hear thunder begin to roar in the distance. Now, I'm not exactly scared of storms. Although I would really like to not be around when they happen. Which I can't really control of course. But whenever it would storm, Kenny would always make sure to cuddle up with me, and we would share earbuds as we listened to music. Or sometimes we would have the TV up way too loud, just to drown it out. I would always feel so embarrassed, but he always made sure I felt safe and that it wasn't a bother. "It's okay, (y/n)," I would hear him say. "There's nothing to worry about. I'm here for you." Remember when I said I wasn't scared of storms? That was a lie. But I'm not like... Insanely scared I guess. Just paranoid about them. Shit happens, y'know?

Wendy looks at me, and I can feel her eyes burning into my head. Turning to her, I give her a look. "What's up?"

She stands up and she grabs our plates. "We should probably decide who is gonna sleep in each room. Don't worry about getting a bed by the way!" Huh, I totally forgot I left that. "The place is basically furnished already, just needs some... More added to it." She quickly walks to the kitchen and I hear the water running. I wonder what that's about. 

Now usually if I notice something is wrong with someone, I would do the right thing and ask them what's going on. With Wendy, that can be difficult. She is really stubborn at times and doesn't always vocalize how she feels. Okay, let me rephrase that. She doesn't vocalize how she feels about things involving herself. I hope that makes sense. Wendy loves to let everyone know how she is and what she has to say. But once it turns into a personal issue, she can be a bit hesitant. I don't blame her though. People get fucked with about letting out their emotions and shit. That doesn't usually stop her, so I wonder, "What's up?" Oh no, did I say that out loud?

The water stops and there's silence. "Oh, nothing! I'm fine, really. I just thought I would get the dishes out of the way." She begins to yawn towards the end of her sentence. But I have known her long enough to know it was a fake one. "Wow, I am so tired. I should head to bed! If you don't claim a room soon then I will!" She sounded a bit serious, so I didn't push her any further. 

"Okay, I will claim um... The one on the left?" 

"You haven't seen the rooms yet, (y/n)." 

"Then the one on the right?"

"Go upstairs and check them out!" 

I walk up the stairs and walk into the left one. It's empty aside from a bed, a desk with a chair, and some shelves. Next, I walk into the one on the right. I saw boxes that said "Wendys DON'T TOUCH". 

"I knew you would pick the one on the left first." Wendys' sudden voice caused me to jump. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She walks past me and sits on the bed. She doesn't say anything or does anything aside from looking down. It looks like she had been crying, the way her mascara ran down her face. 

Sitting by her, I wrap my arm around her shoulders. "Hey, what's wrong? You can talk to me, I promise." 

She sniffles and leans into me. "I just feel like I fucked up with Stan. I knew we wouldn't last forever, but I didn't think he would move on so quick!" She starts crying and wraps her arms around me. "I don't know what I did wrong! Everyone keeps telling me how smart I am and how great I am! But I guess it takes not even a whole month to move on!"

She is just completely sobbing. Everyone knew Wendy and Stan were going to stop dating at some point. I honestly thought Wendy would be the one to move on first if I'm honest. "What do you mean? How do you know he's moved on?" She shows me her phone, and there's a picture of Stan at what seems to be a bar. And he's dancing with some girl. "Wendy, how do you even know that's Stan?" 

Wendy lets me go, rubs her nose, and then says, "Because there's a video too," She swipes and sure enough, there's a video of him and the girl dancing. You can hear the person recording yelling Stans' name. When Stan turns to look at the person, he flips them off and turns back to the girl. She wraps her arms around his neck and they start to kiss. "I don't even know why I am so upset like this. It's so fucking stupid and I feel like a dumbass for feeling this way!" She puts her phone down and wipes away her tears. "God, I need to move on myself. I can't keep doing this to myself. This isn't even the first time I've seen someone post something like that with Stan." Wendy stands up and goes to pull out a makeup wipe from one of her drawers. She wipes off her ruined mascara and turns back to me. "Do I look better?"

Standing up, I nod. "But, I mean, you could totally rock that look. You'd be all gothic and shit." She smiles and laughs a tiny bit. "Anyways Wendy, this time is for us to get better and see what we want to do for ourselves. So let's go party and do dumb shit!" 

(a/n: haha hi another chapter oh boy here yall go)