You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

five

It didn't take long for time to pass. I wore a navy blue dress with a thigh slit and a black pair of heels. Kyle said to dress nice and this was my nicest outfit.

A/N: i wanted to give you a bit of freedom with the dress, so you can imagine it however you like, but i just wanted to keep that contrasting orange and blue theme because i promise this story is still about kenny

I did my make-up quickly and, before I new it, Kyle was sitting in my driveway. I was so excited. He was waiting for me outside of my door with a bouquet of my favorite flowers in hand. I absolutely wanted to just melt into his arms. He's so fucking sweet. We made our way to his tiny car. He opened my door for me and held my hand while I entered. Then, he climbed into the car. He held my hand as he drove and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered, a smile on his face. I took a moment to admire the white button up he was wearing.

"You don't look too bad yourself,"

The restaurant was absolutely packed. It was quite fancy, I'll admit, but it was way outside of South Park. My face heated as I realized how much money he probably spent to make this evening nice for the both of us. God, I fucking love this boy..

Love? Do I love him? I mean, of course I've always loved him, but do I love love him?

I smiled and grabbed his hand. Maybe I do.

"This was please, you two. We have the table you reserved ready, Mr. Broflovski."

I was dragged out of my thoughts by the voice of the waiter. Kyle tugged on my hand slightly and I followed him as our waiter led us to a table. A small table next to a window decorated with plants and vines. I glanced outside the window and was able to acknowledge the beautiful scenery. There was a whole garden filled with gorgeous flowers of all colors; blue, white, pink, purple, orange. The wind made them swish.

"Can I get you kids something to drink?"

Kyle and I looked at each other and smile.

"Gasoline," we both said, at the same time.

a/n: im sorry, i know, im not funny 💀

The waiter looked at us with a certain look, either confusion or pure concern.

"Just two waters, please," I spoke, struggling to not burst out laughing.

The waiter sighed and mumbled a small, 'I don't get paid enough,' and walked away.

Kyle looked at me and smirked.

"I can't believe they don't serve gasoline here," he said, a hand over his chest as if he was genuinely heartbroken. I giggled at him. He's cute. I placed a finger near the corner of my eye and dragged it down my cheek, impersonating a tear.

"How dare they not serve our favorite beverage. Though, I suppose I understand. It is only an option in the most elegant of places," I waved my hand dramatically before placing it over my stomach and bowing. We both broke out into obnoxious laughing and earned a lot of dirty looks from the older people around us. I saw a blonde poke his head out from behind the kitchen and he made his was towards us. He seemed twitchy.