Now | Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Nine

One month later

Ever since I had admitted my feelings for Kenny to myself, it actually made it a lot easier for me to hide it and act as if that wasn't the case. 

Despite all his flirting attempts in the past month, nothing ever got through to me, and I wasn't planning on letting it. 

My parents would be going away tonight with Craig's family. It was Friday now and they would come back on Monday. 

Kenny wasn't in school today. He didn't really say why, just that he wanted to be at home today. 

"Did you miss your boyfriend?" Kyle asks as we wait for the bus to go home. 

"Kyle, how many times do I have to tell you-" I begin.

"He's not my boyfriend." Stan, Kyle and Cartman finish at the same time as me. 

I turn red. "You guys are hilarious." 

"Come on y/n, just admit it. We can help you." Stan jokes. 

"Yeah! All you do is spend time together." Kyle adds. 

While that was true, I tried my best to ignore them. Kenny and I were together pretty much all of the time, and surprisingly he never tried to kiss me again after that first time. No one knew about that except the two of us. 

"Guys, isn't it obvious that they make out when we aren't there? I mean, come on. What else would they be doing?" Cartman says. 

I roll my eyes. I didn't really care what they thought. 

"Y/n, in all serious we've never seen him like this." Stan says. 

"It's true." Kyle adds. "He really has never lasted so long with a girl. We have no idea what you did to him." 

I laugh a little bit. 

Kyle is happy about that. "Yeah, don't be mad at us. It seems like he's actually really into you." 

"He's a playboy, Kyle." I point out. "He's not into any girl for more than sex." 

"Alright whatever you say." Stan remarks. 

We get onto the bus and go home. 

* 

As I arrive home to my empty house, I find a slight relieve in having no one be home. I get comfier clothes on and slouch down on my couch, watching my favorite TV show. 

It only takes a few hours for someone to come knocking on my door. 

I walk to the door and look out the window to see who it is in order to be safe. It's Kenny. 

"Kenny? What are you doing here?" I ask. 

He puts his hands on my shoulders. 

"Y/n. Sit down." And I do. 

He sits beside me. "Do you remember that night where you had a dream about me dying?" He asks. 

I nod. "How could I not?" 

He pauses, and takes a deep breath. "That wasn't a dream." He says, looking into my eyes with the most serious look I've ever seen him give. 

"Don't joke around." I say, despite his looks. 

He takes my hands and squeezes them. "No, y/n, I really mean it." 

"What?" I asked.

"I can't die, and somehow you remember." 

I watch to find any sign of joking in his expression and his body language. Nothing. 

"Kenny you can't be serious." I say. I could tell he wasn't joking but how can that be? 

"Y/n you don't understand. All my life. I've waited for this all my life. I've died in the most painful ways you could think of-" 

I get up. "Kenny you're messing with me." 

Then he stands up beside me. "Shut up for a second and sit down y/n. I'm serious." I see the anger in his eyes and do what he says. 

"I don't know how you remembered but you just did. I've needed this my whole life." He says. "I've needed you." 

I don't know how to react. I feel in my heart that he's probably telling the truth. It would explain why it all felt so real. I decide to take the chance and believe him. If he's just messing with me, then he'll say it right after I tell him I trust him. 

"Okay Kenny. I believe you." I say. 

He smiles a soft smile, then tears well up in his eyes before he quickly brushes them away. He leans towards me and embraces me in a hug. I feel him wrap one hand around my waist and the other around my head. 

I knew then that he was being serious. 

*

That night, I make us some dinner to eat. We watch the rest of my show together, and in the seriousness of the night we don't joke or flirt or anything. We just sit next to each other. He has his arm around me, but that's it. 

Once we finish the season, I yawn. It was late now. 

He looks over at me. "Are you tired?" 

I nod. 

"Can I stay with you tonight?" He asks. 

I realize then the capacity of the situation. He has felt alone his entire life. He had no one to turn to and no one to understand the reality his life. He never had someone who would jump into his arms when they saw he was okay. 

"Yes." I say. 

We go upstairs together. "I'm gonna get my pajamas on, can you wait in the hall?" I ask and he does exactly that. 

I open the door when I'm done to let him know he can come in. 

"Are you comfortable in that?" I point at his parka. 

"This is fine." He says, and then offers to stay on the floor. 

"No it's alright." I completey giving into my sympathy for him. 

He seems relieved and smiles, and lays down in my bed. I lay next to him. 

We fall asleep together, with my head resting on his chest and his arm around me as he ran his other hand through my hair. 

We didn't say anything, instead we just felt comfortable. He didn't try anything, he barely even moved. 

I remember him taking a deep sigh just before I fell asleep.