Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 15: Two stars colliding (Y/N)

"Suck my ass Butters."

"Stan, you're only in 2nd place, pipe down."

"Oh jeez, why can't I get this powerup to work?"

"You gotta press the right bumper, Butters. Here, I'll show you."

Wendy pauses the heated Mario Kart game, much to the chagrin of Kenny and Stan, to show Butters how to work the controller. You take the opportunity to get some water from the kitchen, then sit back down on the couch and watch the four finish the race. You'd all spent the last couple hours taking turns playing, and while the rest of them are having fun being in each other's company, your mind can't help but be distracted.

Memories of Kyle from yesterday are burnt into your brain, and you keep replaying them over and over again. Especially the one when the both of you were so high up on the Ferris wheel. You can't stop thinking about whatever he was gonna say before Wendy and Stan interrupted, and it's driving you slightly insane.

Was he about to confess? You wonder. I mean, it was gonna be a confession, right? The moment was too perfect for him not to say something important. Just us, under a heavenly night sky littered with stars... Fuck, it would've been perfect.

But maybe it was good that he didn't say anything important, because it would've made it a lot harder to be as mad at him as you are right now. Despite saying he would call you last night after rushing off to deal with an emergency at work, it's been radio silence ever since. And it's pissing you off. He said it was something to do with work, but you work together, so whatever it is doesn't just concern him, but you as well. Oh, and Butters, you guess. But still. How hard is it to make a two minute phone call? Or take ten seconds to send a text? It's like he doesn't even care that you've been glued to your phone all day in hope of some word from him.

Some may call you selfish, but honestly, you're trying to remain angry at him for as long as possible, because the alternative is genuinely worrying about him and what's going on, which is somewhere your mind doesn't wanna go. A heavy sigh leaves your body, which causes Wendy to give you a sideways glance as the race ends. She hands the controller to one of the boys and jumps up onto the couch with you.

"Still worried?"

"I'm not worried, I'm mad," you clarify, but she strokes her hand down your back and you decide to give up with this irrational facade. Fuck, you are worried about him, about the future of your job, about everything. You get up and go to the bathroom, needing some space from it all. Splashing cold water on your face helps a little, but you take a couple extra minutes to compose yourself, which turns out to be a mistake.

When you come out, the game is left discarded on the tv, and everyone is crowded around a phone Wendy's holding up. Your phone. Confusion turns to slight thrill as Kyle's voice crackles through the speaker.

"So yeah, tell Y/N I'm sorry for not calling or texting her, but I've been stuck in meetings since yesterday, and each boardroom had a shitter reception than the next."

"Tell her yourself, she just came out," Stan says.

"Y/N!" He exclaims, and a slow grin appears on your face at how enthused his voice becomes after hearing you're in the room. "We're not going bankrupt!"

"We were going bankrupt?" Butters asks flabbergasted, but you can't say you're surprised. The constant management changes couldn't have been a good thing, especially for a small firm like yours.

"Well not anymore. We merged with a British firm who wants to open up a branch in the US, so we'll be just fine," Kyle explains. "God, these past 24 hours have drained the living shit out of me. I need a drink."