Teenage!South Park x reader || oneshots

Kyle x reader | "Here to stay"

20.11.2019

"Kyleeee, I need help with Math! Please! Stop ignoring me!!" I complained in break time. "For the last time Y/N! No! Do it yourself! We both know you can do it if you try enough." I sighed.

"And if I can't make it till let's say.. 5pm after school?" I asked looking at the time. "Then I will consider helping you out" He said and I grabbed onto my math homework. "But you actually have to try atleast." "Ugh, fineeee"

As I went to get inside I noticed how Kyle looked quiet unhappy now, prehaps I really should consider trying if it annoys him that much that I ask every single day for his help.

It was now 4:17 pm and I still hadn't finished my work. After school he told me he'd call me at 5 to check if I'm actually finish, or he maybe come over.

I started at my book and all these numbers seemed to start moving, but I couldn't really get out now since Kyle could see me and then say I 'wouldn't have tried'

I sighed and layed my head on my desk. "God, I hate maths.."

4:39pm, and god damn this shit. I don't understand what that his wants me to do with the information of him having 1,250 oranges. Like, who has that many anyway? Unless you're a farmer I don't believe anyone has that many.

But at least for now, I have completed 6 from 12 tasks, which means; half finish, half to go! Yay...

4:46pm, "How the actually living fuck did he make 2,000$ with 1,250 oranges!?" I yelled out. "And how am I supposed to get to know how much they cost now!? Oh right, with maths.. ugh."

"They cost, per 1 orange fucking that much!?" I yell and look up at my clock. "Fuck.. 4:46 already!?" I yell out and look back at my work.

"Fuck this damn shit." I said out loud as I saw I had only completed 7 from 12 tasks "in 1 hour and 46 minutes!?" I let my head slam on the table, where it hit my pencil which made me rais it up again.

My forehead hurt and so I touched it slightly with my fingertips. "Just my luck" I said as I saw blood on my fingertips. "Ugh"

I didn't bother to get up and clean it up so I just continued to work on my math homework-it hurt a lot tho.

4:58pm, my head? Hurting, Headache? Indeed, blood? All over my head and even on the table and my hand.

I looked at the time, I had spend one minute thinking, it was now 4:59pm.

9 from 12 tasks completed. I couldn't find the answer to this last task on 9 and so I starred at my paper.

My head started hurting really bad as I touched the spot with my fingers and put pressure on it. "Ow.." I said, closing my eyes and pulled my hand away.

The good thing was that it had stopped bleeding, but good things also have a bad side-it hurt a lot when I touched it, still.

I opened my eyes and looked a little to my left. I heard the door open and looked at my paper. "Not now, mom. I am still BUSY" I yelled and picked up my pencil, I needed it now, with or without blood on it.

I cleaned of some blood with my fingers by sliding it through two fingers. "I am not you're mom, Y/N" I stopped. "Kyle!?" I asked and made a big mistake which I regretted at that very moment.-I turned around.

I looked at him and his eyes instantly widden. "What the hell happened!?" He asked and came closer. "What do you mean? Oh you must mean the wound on my forehead, well, I let my head fall on my table and it hit my pencil, see" I said and showed him my pencil.

"Oh god, wait here and maybe don't move!" He said. He said it so serious that I looked down. Did I make him angry again? Sad? Did I do something? I mean it's just a light wound, nothing special I thought to myself.

He came back and leaned to my head, he started to clean up my wound before putting something on it, it burned but I didn't wanted to admit it so I stayed as still as possible. Only a tear forming slightly in my eye.

"You good?" He asked and I shook my head, "what's wrong?" "Oh ah, nothing." I said and started at him. "You won't cry over nothing." I firstly started noticing now that I was crying.

Something pulled on me, it was warm and felt comfortable. It felt like something or someone to call home.. and it smelled like, Kyle.

Kyle.. Kyle.. Kyle!

"Kyle!" "Hm?" Silence fell and I finally found my words. "I'm sorry, can you stay a while longer, prehaps?" I hugged him tighter.

"I'm here to stay.."