Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 11: A new face (Y/N)

You had always thought that a spontaneous life was a good life, but routine seemed to suit you nicely. Wendy and Stan had made up after their fight, so everyday you wake up to her moans, and while you're as sex-positive as they come, you really wish you had spent some more money soundproofing your walls. Sure, it was awkward, but the idea of another argument happening between them because of something you say causes you to keep your mouth shut.

Plus, if you're being completely honest, you didn't mind the extra 'romance', especially coupled with how things were going with Kyle. The story about your late best friend Aminda was one you had repressed for a long time, despite the fact it was the reason you had even gone into human rights law in the first place. But sharing it with Kyle reminded you about what you were both fighting for, and made you closer than ever.

A week ago he said it was getting too hot for you to keep cycling to and from work, so he offered to start picking/dropping you off, which you happily accepted. Even though you knew nothing was ever going to happen due to the difference in your positions, it still excited you that he cares enough about your wellbeing that he's willing to waste some extra money on gas.

Normally, Kyle arrives at your place at 8:45 am on the dot, as you learned that punctuality was an important value he cherished. And though you didn't want to admit it, you had started getting ready earlier, if not to impress him to some degree. You're standing outside your apartment building on a fine summer's morning, waiting patiently for your ride. But 8:45 comes and goes, yet he isn't there.

Odd, you think, but you give him the benefit of the doubt and decide it's probably traffic or something that's making him late. You hum a song you'd heard Wendy playing late last night on her vinyl player, then begin to tap your foot impatiently along to the tune as 9 am creeps closer with no sign of Kyle. It's 9:05 when his car flies by so fast that you have to take a step back to avoid getting blown away by the gust it creates. He gets out and hurriedly rushes over to you, holding onto your shoulders as his eyes look over your body.

"Fuck Y/N, are you okay?" He asks in a panicked voice, slightly panting. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine Kyle," you say, and afraid it came out harsher than you meant for it to, you give him a reassuring smile, which seems to relax him. He lets go of your shoulders and nods, before opening the car door for you. He closes it behind you once you're in, then gets in on his side and lightly rests his head on the wheel.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I hope you weren't waiting too long."

He turns his head and looks into your eyes with a truly apologetic stare, which makes it harder for you to lie through your teeth.

"Oh no, I was late waking up, so you actually came just in time!"

He smiles, before starting up the car.

"I was late for the dumbest reason too. My little brother's coming to visit in a couple days, and it's my mom's birthday today, so I went to a flower shop to get something nice that he could give to her. But I lost track of time trying to pick out the right bouquet."

Finding out that Kyle cares so much for his mom makes your heart swoon, and all the previous anger you felt being stuck on the sidewalk evaporates.

"What'd you end up picking?" You ask, mainly wanting to know what his taste in flowers was, and if it matched your own.

"Oh, that's the worst part. I didn't even end up buying it. I couldn't find the particular kind my mom likes, even though Maria tried her best to provide some alternatives. Luckily, she said that the store could get some in stock for tomorrow, if I can stick around long enough to pay for them."