You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

three

we're back to (y/n)'s pov! welcome back ;)

also this chapter is going to be really cliché and cringe lmao i just need to take this story somewhere and tbh this was the easiest way to do it

warning: mature themes, underage drinking, alcohol, vomit

I opened my eyes, the dazzling sunlight lighting up the room I was in. Kyle moved slightly and I was able to feel his arms around my waist. Instantly, my face heated up and my stomach erupted in butterflies. I was trying so hard to keep myself from shaking. I turned around to face him, staring at his sleeping form. My hand reached up to his face, laying it gently on his cheek. But I moved it quickly, bringing it to his arm and I shook him, hoping to wake him up. "Hm?" He mumbled. My face grew hot again as his eyes fluttered open, making contact with my own. He stared at me for a moment before sitting up. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)! I did not mean to!"

"It's okay!" I reassured him by grabbing, and squeezing his hand, "I was just wondering when the party was so we could get there on time."

"At about 1:30pm," he yawned while grabbing his phone, "and it's 12:37pm right now, so we should probably get ready."

"How did we wake up so late, I thought we went to bed early?" My question was only responded to with a shrug by Kyle. I brushed it off and began to get dressed into what I'd brought, (you get to decide). I quickly brushed my hair and my teeth and did my make-up. After I was happy with how I looked, I put on a pair of socks and then my shoes over top of them. Kyle was still getting dressed in the bathroom. I shoved all of my belongings back into my bag and sat on his bed, waiting for him to finish. It's already 1:06pm and I was really hungry. The food Kyle's mom made last night really wasn't that good, it tasted like cockroach guts, so I didn't really eat much. I hope that breakfast will be better. At that thought, Mrs Broflovski opened the door and looked around the room.

"Kyle is in the bathroom, ma'am," I said politely.

"Oh alright. Well, we saved breakfast for you, dear, feel free to come down."

"Thank you!" And with that, she walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.

"Arugh! Mom! I'm trying to get dressed!"

"Well I just had to tell my little lovey dovey bear that breakfast was waiting for you!"

I didn't hear much after that because I was already halfway down the stairs and I saw two servings of pancakes at the table. I sat down and began eating, and even though they were cold, they were so much better than last night's dinner. They were gone very quickly and I was half tempted to eat Kyle's share but he arrived before I could. He was in a green green t-shirt with an orange jacket as well as a black pair of shorts. He sat next to me and ate some of his food, but stopped in order to put his shoes on. He grabbed my arm and we headed towards the door, "We're leaving mom! We'll be at Wendy's house!" Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the door shut behind us and we hurried towards his car. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it, opening my door for me. I stepped in and put my seatbelt on. Kyle followed my actions and stuck his key into the ignition. The car turned on with a grumble and we began backing out of his driveway. We held hands on the drive; he could tell I was nervous. Apparently Wendy was extremely popular and there would be a lot of people there that I didn't know. I definitely wasn't as excited as I was yesterday.

The car ride wasn't very long, but I didn't really expect it to be; South Park was very very small. The house was huge but was kind of in the middle of nowhere. All around it was fields and distant mountains. I'd gotten out of the car and quickly ran to Kyle's side; my anxiety was rising and being around him comforted me. Together, we walked to the front door. A girl in a purple tank top and a black pair of shorts that were way too small opened the door.