You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

fifteen

"For fuck's sake mom! How on Earth could you not know I was in the hospital for a month and a half? The entire accident was all over the news!" I shouted at my extremely stupid mother. She called me, screaming at me, over news that was long over with.

"How could my own daughter keep this away from me. You're my child! I birthed you and you hide and sulk away from me!" She retorted. She was playing the guilt card. That was the way she kept me living with her for so many years; she made me feel guilty anytime I wanted to leave and she was trying to do the same thing here. Maybe to make up for not checking up on me while in the hospital.

"Diana, please, you giving birth to me doesn't make you much of a mother," I spat, feeling slight guilg as I heard her gasp when I used her first name.

"Oh, Paul!" She shouted to her husband, "Paul, my sweet innocent child has drifted!"

I pulled the phone away from my face and was ready to simply hang up.

"That slut was never innocent," I could hear Paul mutter in the background.

"You're possessed by Satan!" She screamed, making me stop in my tracks, "Satan, I say! Is it those boys you've slept with? It may have been a miracle that the redheaded boy was--"

Beep.

I threw my phone on my chair and face-planted into my bed. Even after what happened with Kyle, I still loved him and I wouldn't dare let my mother of all people say what she was going to say. I sighed as I wondered how I got to this point. It seemed as if just a second ago I was kissing Clyde.

The party was short, though. I only stayed about an hour and a half and after we danced nothing much else happened. Then, Clyde took me home and I slept.

Unfortunately, I woke up to my mother calling me because, for some reason, that woman lives under a rock and just discovered that her own child was in a major car accident.

As I inhaled what I could through my blanket, I thought about something I was purposefully avoiding. Who am I in love with?

Clearly, I still loved Kyle. He was my first love and even though we ended badly, those years of friendship meant everything to me. And Kenny. . .I really like Kenny. He's dependable, funny, handsome, witty.. what's not to like? But of course, he's dating Tammy. I wouldn't want to hurt her. And then there's Clyde. I can't deny the pure feeling of bliss he erupted inside of me. I felt whole and happy for the first time in months. And he caused it.

"I think Clyde is my only option," I spoke aloud, "He is quite cute..,"

"Clyde who?" My dad asked. I hadn't realized he was in my room.

"Ah! Dad! When the hell did you come in here?" I rolled onto my back and sat up quickly.

"I knocked," he scratched the back of his head, "You didn't answer, so I assumed you were lost in thought, which you were. I just came to collect your collection of dishes,"

"Oh! Thank you, papa. Sorry, Clyde is the guy who took me to that party last night," I answered, crossing my legs on my bed.

My dad sat on his knees on the floor, "Is that so? Do you like Clyde?"

I nodded, "We, uh, happened to kiss last night. It was short but sweet. And I enjoyed it,"

He seemed to think for a moment, "Then why not pursue a relationship with him?"

"I think I tried," I frowned, "But we both lost our partners in the bus accident. It's too soon for the both of us to try anything,"

(a/n: sorry, im dying writing this rn because i know i could NEVER say this to my parents. ever.)

"Do what you think is right, sweetheart,"

"Thank you, pa,"

He left after gathering my cups and plates onto a platter. I thought his words for a considerably long time.

I thought about how I feel around Clyde.

How he makes happy and giddy.

The way he protects me.

I thought about it for seconds.

And those seconds turned into minuets that turned into hours. Until finally, I worked up the courage to message him.

I tapped the keyboard while resting in our messages, watching the cursor blink. What do I say?

As I began typing, all I could think was: I do not have the balls for this.

I finally finished writing out my message.

(Y/n): i don't want to wait.
i like you, clyde. a ton, and
if we both feel it we shouldn't
shy away from it

Clyde didn't respond immediately, which made my heart drop. I began doubting myself and I shoved my face into my pillow. Shit, that was such an embarrassing thing to say. And I can't even delete it now.

Fifteen minutes went by. Fifteen long, painful minutes. But he finally responded. But not necessarily in the way I expected.

Ring.

My phone buzzed next to me.

Ring.

I frantically ripped my pillow off of me and scurried through my blanket in a desperate search for my phone.

Ring.

I eventually found my phone and rested my eyes on Clyde's name that reflected off of my phone screen. I swiftly moved my thumb over to answer his call.

"Hey! Clyde, what's up?" My voice quivered slightly as I tried to pretend I didn't just send that message fifteen minutes ago.

"Hi, (Y/n),"

I waited anxiously as he inhaled softly.

He began again, "I like you too. But . . . Are you over Kyle?"

I laid back down, frowning. I could feel my eyes began to well with tears.

"Of course. I loved him, but I can't dwell on him forever,"

"Oh, (Y/n) . . . Then that gets rid of my insecurities,"

"So does that mean . . . ?" I smiled, hopeful. Will he ask?

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Oh yes! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"

"Gosh, you're amazing," he whispered over the phone, "Do you, erm, want to come over for dinner? I'm sure my parents would love to meet the girl who's perfume I come home smelling like everyday,"

"I'd love that, Clyde,"