You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

four

bye bye (y/n)

welcome, kennys pov

(Y/n) ended up falling asleep on me twice yesterday. The second time, we'd fallen asleep together watching Terence and Philip. But that was last night. Now it's about seven in the morning and (y/n) is being hysterical. Her face is puffy and her eyes are filled with tears. Kyle was still sleeping on the couch despite all the noise; he insisted on staying here last night in order to be with (y/n). A frown formed on my face at that thought. I shook it off, though; I need to comfort (y/n) right now.

"It's okay, I'm sure your dad won't be mad," I tried to reassure her. I don't really know her father, but from what I've heard from her, he seems like a really sweet guy.

"No! He'll never trust me again!" She shouted. She was referring to, at the moment, her messy appearance. Her dad offered to come pick her up at Wendy's house. She sent her dad the address and he said he was on his way. Which would be fine and dandy, but the entire house had solo cups surrounding it and empty bottles of alcohol. Wendy wasn't awake and her parents weren't even home. Plus (y/n) reeked of alcohol herself. I thought for a moment before coming up with a plan.

"It'll be alright, just go take a shower and I'll clean up the house and the yard. And if he asks to meet Wendy, just tell him the truth: she's still sleeping."

(Y/n) thought for a moment before nodding and heading to the downstairs bathroom. "Can you grab my bag out of Kyle's car? It's blue," she asked, her voice sounded small as if she felt bad for asking anything of me. I smiled at her and nodded. She smiled back and headed into the shower. I grabbed my parka and just as I reached the door I heard the shower turn on. I bet she'd be so hot naked.

I shook my head, pushing the thought away, and headed out to Kyle's car to grab the blue bag that (y/n) had described.

back to (y/n)s pov!

I made sure to wash myself very, very well. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. I knew that even if I washed my body, my clothes would smell as well. I luckily had perfume in my bag that I hope will mask the smell. It was kind of odd to be cleaning myself in the shower of some girl I've only met once and saw for only about fifteen minutes total, but oh well.

I rinsed the rest of the conditioner out of my hair and grabbed a folded towel that was in a cabinet next to the shower. I quickly dried off my face and wrapped myself up in the towel. I then put on my clothes and dried my hair as fast as I possibly could. My makeup was smudge, as well, so I had to take that off. Thank God that there were makeup remover wipes in there. But then I remembered the hickeys on my neck. I rummaged through Wendy's make up bag until I finally found a foundation shade that matches my skin. I patted it in as well as I could. Soon, a knock sounded on the door.

"Hey," Kenny said from the other side of the big wooden door, "your dad is here. And I have your bag."

I opened the door and grabbed my bag, pulling out my favorite perfume and absolutely drenching myself in it. Doing so made Kenny let out an extremely loud cough.

"Sorry! Thank you so much for you help!" I pulled him into a quick hug and made my way out the door. My dad's truck awaited me outside. I waved at him and got into his truck very quickly.

"Honey, you had me so worried," my dad gave me a look that made me feel disappointed in myself. But his gaze wasn't filled with disappointment, it was full of relief. "When Sheila told me that you kids didn't come back to her house, I was terrified. I thought the worst had happened."

"I know, dad, I'm so sorry."

There was a moment of silence as my dad drove. Not even the radio dared to speak.