Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 14

The bright shine from between the curtains woke you up. Neck cramped up and awkwardly laid on the arm rest of your couch. Blinking away the effects of the morning, you looked down at the weight on your stomach. You laid across the couch on your back, and Kyle laid over you with his face buried in your stomach and his torso between your legs.

You felt guilty for needing to wake him, but your legs were killing you, "Kyle up."

He grumbled before pulling you closer to him, arms crossing under your back.

"Kyle," you spoke firmly, slightly pushing his shoulders back.

"What?" He groaned, leaning off you.

You stared at him blankly, wanting him to get off without having to explain much.

He stared back at you for a few moments before he seemed to wake himself up. With his widened eyes, you expected him to jump back or push you away, yet he just slowly rose and sat normally in the middle of the couch. His movements were full of exhaustion. 

While he rubbed his face to wake up, you walked to the kitchen to grab him some water, "Need advil or something?"

"Ah, no," he responded. His tone was confused and embarrassed, "How much did I drink? I don't remember shit."

You smiled fondly at him as you sat down next to him again. You knew his feeling all too well, "5-9 shots"

His eyes nearly popped out of his head at your words, "Are you didn't stop me?!"

"Your a grown man, and you told me you wanted to get fucked up so I let you."

"I told you to take care of me!"

"And I did? I dont see you dead or harmed?"

He sighed and just let out a loud groan before he looked at you again, "Why am I here though?"

You laughed. Clearly, he had no memory of anything. "You were gone, and Stan said you couldn't go home, so you got stuck with me."

The expression he showed was one that was thankful. He would just rather die that say that.

You turned away and smiled, remembering the way he agreed in your similarities.

"Thank you though," he pauses, "I appreciate it. What did I do, though? I'm confused about everything after that guy."

Surpise took over your face as you just looked at him with your jaw dropped.

"What?"

"You said thank you?"

"Yeah? Now tell me what I did."

Him thanking you was unexpected because he was always stubborn, and you expected him to be more embarrassed than thankful.

"You kind of just followed me like a lost puppy, to be honest," you said, containing your surprise, "passed out in my shoulder after saying we weren't friends."

The playful look on his face vanish, and he hummed in reply.

"That's it?" You ask.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"That's how you choose to reply to that?" You were stunned that he had no sober words to add to what he said last night.

"Well, I wasn't wrong," he used a defensive tone, "I mean, we aren't friends, right?"

"Oh my god, Kyle," you groan, "Why can't we be normal around each other for five seconds!"

You stood up and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack.

"What do you mean?" He asked, straightening his back on the couch.

"You always have to say rude things, then follow it by the fact that you're not wrong," you stood infront of him now and drop his jacket on his lap, "leave, we're not friends."

He just looked at the jacket on his lap and then back at you. Clearly, he is still out of it due to the alcohol. Crossing your arms, you glared at him.

"Leave."

"I just didn't think you thought we were friends."

"What?" You asked, filled with disbelief, "Wait a minute, so you tell me we aren't friends cause that's what you think I think?! We aren't going to be friends if you keep saying that."

"Well, I just -"

"Answer me this, Kyle," you interrupted, "Do you want us to be friends? Do you view me as a friend?"

"Well, I don't know," he stampered out.

"Out." You pulled him from the couch and ushered him to the door. Opening the door and slightly shoving him out.

"Wait, but Y/n," Kyle tried to defend.

"I don't help strangers." With that, you shut the door and leaned against it. "I am so sick of this bullshit," you groaned to yourself.

You slid down the door and sat on the floor. Defeated. You turned to look out the window that was right next to the door and saw the red head boy just start to walk away.

Turning your gaze down. You sit for a minute before pulling out your phone. No notifications besides Stan thanking you for taking care of Kyle. You scrolled for a while before a text from Zack came up.

Zack- Sorry, I didn't know you were taken

You- What?!
You - what do you mean?

You- I'm not?
Message not sent

"He blocked me? What the hell?!" You mumble, "If anyone should be doing the blocking, it's me."

You angrily shove your phone in your pocket and stand up. You walk to the living room and pick up Kyle's water, and walk to the kitchen to dump it out. You didn't even give him a chance to drink it. You sighed out, nothing went your way, and it was getting annoying.

Looking around the kitchen, you noticed several dishes to wash, so you started to clean up. You dug your phone from your pocket and played music to hum along to while cleaning.

Who the hell knew high school was going to be this big of a pain in the ass? You were lucky that the classes you took didn't require any homework that you couldn't complete during school. You were also lucky you had someone to help in each class. Stan for Math. Kyle for Physics, if he wasn't in a mood. Wendy for literature. History you had Craig and Tweek. And Kenny was just your P.E. buddy. Any other class you took you enjoyed being alone, liking the calmness of the classes you took by yourself.

With the actual school part of high school being easy, maybe you were at fault for being the reason everything else was hard. You enjoyed it, though. It was quiet when when you wanted and busy when it just started to get boring. You just missed all the romance you heard about. The majority of your friends had somewhat of a love life, and you were just left behind.

"Y/n darling?"

You screamed and dropped the dish from your hands, grabbing a knife you had yet to wash and spun around. Heart racing you shout, "What the fuck?!"

"Sorry," you mom laughed out with her hands raised in surrender.

"Don't sneak up on me! You didn't even tell me you were coming home," you sigh. You put the knife down and turned off the running water.

"I wanted to surpise you," she giggled.

"You did, now gimme a hug," you walked towards her, arms open. The second she was close enough, she engulfed you in a tight hug. "I've missed you," you mumble.

"I know," she whispers back, "Unfortunately, I'm not here for long, I leave early Monday."

You frown in response and hug her tighter.

You always miss not having your mom around, but you knew it was for the best. Your father put your family in a massive debt with his gambling, so your mother was left to pay it off with hard work.