Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 33

"So you guys haven't done anything?" He asked, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

"Nope," you popped the "p.'

"But you've been dating for a while?" He furrowed his brows.

"We haven't had a relationship before this," you tried to explain.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you guys haven't jumped each other," he laughed.

Your attempt at explaining your relationship with Kyle was failing. You trusted Clyde, but you definitely couldn't tell him that the relationship was fake. He was asking all the normal relationship questions, but you couldn't answer the majority of them.

"So you think you love him, though?"

"I have no clue," you looked down at your drink, "I have no clue about love in general."

"He makes you happy?"

"Yeah, but like friend wise, if not a little more," you shrugged.

"You feel safe?"

"Yeah, he always has my back," you smiled.

He ran through several more questions. All of the questions asked if you were actually enjoying the relationship. Which you were, for what it was at least. You loved the quality time with him, the fact you could tell him anything, it was great.

He sighed, "I'll be honest," he looked up at the ceiling before reluctantly looking back at you, "I don't think you love him, not yet at least."

"Oh," you let out. You were expecting this, but it still surprised you that someone else thought the same way.

"You look at each other like you're falling in love, though," he commented before taking another sip of his drink.

"Oh, for sure," you laughed off. You probably did look at him like that, but you haven't noticed if Kyle looked at you like that as well.

You let the conversation fall into a different topic, one about how he could do a better handstand than you, letting the topic of love fall. It stayed on your mind, though. Worried that you explained too much and that he'd caught on.

He set his drink down, "No, I can do a handstand better," and with that, he flips himself upset down.

He definitely didn't catch on. And with the way he was chugging his glasses of whiskey, he wasn't even going to remember this conversation.

"You looking?" Clyde laughed, swaying to stay upright.

You pulled out your phone to record him, "I'm watching."

"See, I told you I was better, you could never do something like this," and as if god himself was listening in, Clyde had a harsh hiccup run through his body. A painful one at that. He immediately held his stomach from the pain, and with that fell over.

Before you could even ask if he was okay, you busted out in laughter. "Dude!" You choked out, "Y-you alright?"

"I'm gonna fight my stomach, "he groaned from the floor.

Your phone was turned off and forgotten as you hopped off the counter in order to help him in a stool near the counter.

"Hey," Kyle's head peaked out from the door.

"Hey," you acknowledge, focusing back on Clyde to make sure he didn't hit his head on anything.

"I've been looking for you," Kyle states, making his way into the room.

"Been busy," you laughed as you had to stop Clyde from trying to fall off his seat, "I have this amazing video on my phone. Look at it."

He makes his way to where your phone is on the counter, unlocking it as if it was his own because of how many times he's done this before. He clicks on the video before laughing and sending it to himself.

"Quite the handful you've been dealing with."

"Got no idea," you laugh, walking away from Clyde and hopping back onto the counter in order to nurse your drink.

"Kenny's gonna be here soon," Kyle hummed, leaning on the counter in front of you.

"His outfit better be good," you huff, "He's been refusing to show me, but he's been hyping it up."

Kyle hummed, "Knowing Kenny, he went all out on the dress."

"When are you gonna wear a dress for me?" You joked.

He rolled his eyes, "Luigi, not good enough for you anymore?" He pushed himself off the counter and made his way directly in front of you.

"Hm, I don't know," you hummed, putting your arms around his neck and bringing him closer.

"We'll have to change that," Kyle whispered.

"Can you not?" Clyde groaned, "I'm nursing a serious head injury, and you're getting all gross and flirtly."

"Clyde, you always have a head injury," you point out.

"At least I don't act like it and pretend I don't know how I feel," Clyde jabbed back. The statement to your previous conversation cause you to look at Kyle, trying to gauge what he thought Clyde meant.

"Clyde, you show how much you feel to the point where it's an issue. You dropped your ice cream last week and started crying," Kyle laughed.

"It was a bad day, alright?"

Kyle seemingly had no idea what Ckyde just hinted at, which was a relief.

Clyde and Kyle started up their own conversation, which was the majority of them taking jabs at the other. Which left you to finish your drink in the meantime, amused with the banter in front of you. After a bit, Kyle noticed you finished your drink and took it out of your hands, and made you another. Without you even having to ask, making it exactly like you always do.

Before you could over analyze anything, your phone went off. The sound of an incoming facetime call coming from your phone.

"Hey," you greeted, smiling at your phone, which you held up to your face.

"I'm here," Kenny stated, his camera only showing his eyes and hair. His eyes have poorly done makeup over them, likely done by Karen.

You hopped off the counter, giving a quick goodbye to Kyle and Clyde before rushing to the front door.

"KENNY FUCKING MCCORMICK YOU DID NOT!" You yelled as you skid to a stop the second you passed the entry way and could see him standing at the front door.

"Oh, but I did," he opened his arms, showing himself off by guestering to his outfit, giving a little spin.

Author note:
Oml, that took so long to upload, IM SORRY.
My brother's in town, so I've been busy. (Busy tryna hit on his hot best friend)