The worst person to crush on (Kenny x fem Reader/OC)

The beginning

I look outside of the car window and see familiar landscape. I am home, in my childhood home. I am in South Park.
Honestly, I hate it here. This place sucks ass!
Mom and dad are talking about something, I really didn't pay attention, until I heard my name. "Molly" said mom.
"Yea, what?" I replied.
"You seem off, what is wrong?"
"I don't want to be here I want to go home."
"Please let's not." Dad joins our conversation.
"Oh my god! Really. I don't want to be here! This small ass town, nothing literally happens here!"
"Look Molly, we don't have any choice! We can't afford the same life like we used to. Besides that living in New York really ruined you, I think South Park will improve it"
"Ugh mom you told me that like.... 10 times already! And by the way, the smaller city, the more druggies live there. You literally told me that." She didn't answer. I guess I really got her there.
I honestly didn't care about the drug addict thing, I tried a lot of illegal stuff in New York. Just the fact I will live in a shithole made me really upset.
And now I see it, my "new" home. I've been living there all my childhood and it haven't changed at all! I honestly don't remember the kids I played with when I were smaller, I don't remember anything about this place. It feels familiar but oddly foreign.
I step inside the house. It smells nice in here, my dad cleaned and renovated the house before moving back in. I take box filled with my clutter and take it upstairs. I unpack some of my stuff as dad carries my old furniture inside my room.
My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to sleep on the floor for few weeks."
Honestly I don't even know how to react, I was mad, I was literally furious, but I didn't let it all out on my dad. I looked at him and nodded "it's fine i can sleep on the floor."
My dad left my room and closed the door after. "Wow, first time closing my door after leaving, he must feel really bad for me." I said silently.
I wanted to rearrange the room, since it felt odd and stupid. I wanted it to look more like my old room.
I started with moving my closet a little further back.
But then I accidentally break off my fake nail. I pick it up and look at it, I feel how tears fall down my cheeks.
It wouldn't be a big deal, if it was just a set of nails. They were made by my best friend, a day before i was leaving. It hurts, I don't know when I will see her again.
I decide to go to sleep, Tomorrow will be much better.