Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 35

All of you were now feeling the alcohol. Some more than others.

"You really don't think the chandelier can hold me?" Kenny pouted.

"No," Kyle and you answered at the same time.

While Kenny was really feeling it, it didn't mean Kyle and you weren't. Half an hour passed, at least, from the little drinking constant. Kyle was slurring the majority of his words, humming at anything said, and had a dopey smile on at all times. You were laughing at everything said, clumsy as hell, and couldn't hold yourself upright. Clyde was well, Clyde. He was drooling on the same counter he had been at for the past couple of hours. He was still wide awake, too, engaging in conversations while he drooled on the marble countertops.

Kenny was pacing the room, hyper as hell. He was the type of drunk that randomly went off to complete side quests. On his own little adventure at all times. Currently, it was trying to see what he could climb.

"Kenny, if you try to climb the chandelier, you'll break it and have to pay for it," you pointed out, making a serious face in an attempt to look sober.

"But I just bought my phone! I still have to pay it off," he whined.

It was true. He finally upgraded from a flip-phone to a phone that was alone 5 years old. Now he could use snapchat, facetime, and everything like that without using his laptop.

"More reason for you to sit down," Kyle spoke out.

Kemmy groaned and plopped himself in a seat, "I need something entertaining then."

You furrowed your brows. Why were you in charge of this hot pink mess?

"I have something entertaining," Clyde slurred.

"Tell me," Kenny yelled.

"Those two haven't kissed," Clyde lazily pointed at you.

All the alcohol drained from your body with just those words. How much was Clyde going to share? Was he going to tell people about you thinking you loved Kyle? Was he going to tell Kyle? Your drink was taken from your hands, and you finally refocused on what was going on around you. Kyle took your drink and placed it behind him again, worried about you dropping it from what your reaction just was.

You paid him no mind, too embarrassed to, and just watched Kenny. He was looking back and forth between you and Kyle. "Is this true?!" He asked, voice raised on pitch.

Color returned to your face, all of it being red.

"Yeah," Kyle answered, "What about it?"

"Holy shit," Kenny slapped him hand on the counter in amusement.

"It's not a big deal," Kyle shrugged.

"Where were the hickeys from then?" Kenny questioned.

"Excuse me?" Clyde slurred.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Everyone was pressuring us for something, so we just gave each other hickeys so people would leave us be."

"That didn't turn you on to the point you did, I don't know, something?" Kenny exclaimed.

"We don't wanna rush things," Kyle shrugged. His hand found its place on your thigh, attempting to calm you.

You were glad Kyle wasn't taking it bad that you exposed that. You were just embarrassed that this was being talked about.

"You guys hang out all the time? How the hell?" Kenny was still baffled about everything.

"Kenny, stop," Kyle said, attempting to change topics.

"I would've done something with my girl by now. Hell, I would've done it the first week."

"Kenny," Kyle warned.

"Especially if they looked like that. What are you doing?"

You know Kenny didn't mean anything by it, but Kyle only saw it as an insult. Kenny was just being your hype man, as normal. And right now, he was trying to help you get some.

"Sorry, I don't stick my dick in everything I see," Kyle seethed. He was pissed you guys were being questioned about not doing anything. He couldn't even defend himself without giving Kenny another thing to dig at.

Kenny looked taken aback, "She isn't a common whore."

Here two guys were trying to protect you rather than themselves. Kenny knew he was a whore, but he didn't want you compared to the people he's been with. You weren't like them in a million years. While he never found girls like that bad, obviously, however, the girls he went after weren't like you at all. Kyle just didn't want you guys to be made fun of for not doing anything in a fake relationship.

"Enough," you cut in before anything else could be side. "Kyle didn't mean it like that, and neither did Kenny, just chill it," you spoke calmly.

Kyle twisted his body to face you. Standing between your legs, his hands on your hips. He met your eyes, "You okay?" He whispered.

You nodded and gave him a smile. Right now, you were just hoping this wouldn't get out to anyone else. And that the only reason Clyde shared was because he was drunk as hell.

"You entertained Kenny?" You quipped, looking over Kyle's shoulder.

"I'm mind blown right now," he replied.

"It's not that hard to believe, is it?" You questioned.

"You were telling me about how you wanted Kyle to jump your bones even before you guys started dating. I'm shocked you haven't jumped his," Kenny answers, voice soft from how hard he was thinking with his cloudy drunk stage he was in.

You coughed at Kenny's words, not able to say anything. Kyle brusted out in laughter, going slack and falling into your shoulder. Clearly, Kyle was still feeling the buzz from the alcohol, less of a buzz and more of a drunk, though. That which you were now starting to get back.

"What if I didn't want her to?" Kyle laughed.

"Kyle, I literally heard you talking about her ass the other day," Kenny pointed out.

Now it was your turn to laugh. "I can't blame him, I do have a nice ass," you defended.

Kenny broke out of his confusion and laughed at your remark. "I also can't forget how one time you wore a low-cut shirt, and he couldn't even form a reply to you. I think that should have given away the fact he was a virgin, though."

"Kenny!" Kyle groaned, still burrowed into your shoulder.

You patted his head while still laughing at his misery.

Authors Note:
I don't know if this is even good anymore.
I have an idea, I just need a couple of chapters to fill in the time beforehand. But things, things are happening.
Also, I've seen no protest to smut....soooooo~ you guys are likely to get smut. Can't promise it'll be any good, but you'll get it unless I literally can't stand to read it myself. (Which has to mean its trash cause I've read horrible smut before. I've had wattpad since like 2018 or something, lol.)