Best Friend {Kenny McCormick x Reader}

Nine: I can treat you so much better than Kenny could

Word Count: 3,342

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Y/n is sipping on her third beer of the night and swaying slightly to the music. She giggles at something Red said, even though she didn't fully hear her. Despite saying she wasn't going to drink tonight, she found herself gulping down beers faster than she meant to, leaving her tipsy.

"Let's play Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Bebe shouts while grabbing a hat off some random boy's head. This causes some heads to turn her way.

Wendy made Bebe ease off the alcohol and drink a glass of water. She'd sobered up a bit in that time, but she was still intoxicated.

Craig crosses his arms and cocks a brow. "What are we, in middle school?"

"Come on, Craig. It could be fun!" Clyde sings songs, trying to get Craig to agree. He takes off his bracelet to put in the hat, only to receive a death glare from his girlfriend.

"Non-couples only, dummy."

Clyde winces, realizing his mistake. "Sorry, babe."

"I don't see what's so fun about this game. It's just an excuse for horny teenagers to have sex in a closet while their friends cheer them on."

Y/n silently agrees with Craig's statement. Although, she wouldn't mind being stuck in a closet with a certain blond haired pervert. Kissing and touching inappropriately while no one knows the wiser.

She tilts back her beer and finishes it off. Tossing the can towards the trash bin a few feet away, she sticks her tongue out at it when she misses. "Stupid," she mutters.

"Ack! Sounds like too- like too much pressure," Tweek stuttered out. Craig grabs his hand, effectively calming the twitchy boy down a bit.

"You two won't be playing anyways!" Bebe exclaims, rolling her eyes and getting a personal belonging from each of the single boys in the room.

Y/n turns and makes eye contact with Kenny across the room, who is talking with his friends. She waves to him and gets a wave back in return. She takes a few steps in his direction when the hat is shoved into her face.

"You first, Y/n! Pick an item!"

Y/n frowns. Her fantasy of Kenny doing unspeakable things to her pops like a bubble. Even if she wanted to go in the closet with Kenny, she'd never be that lucky to pull his name or item. She whines softly, "Bebe. No."

"You don't have to do anything in the closet. It's just for fun," Bebe promises the girl, then wiggles her eyebrows. "Unless you want to get down and dirty in seven minutes."

Y/n lets out a sigh, her face relaxing slightly. "Fine. You are horrible, y'know," Y/n jokes, giggling and shoving her dirty thoughts to the back of her mind. She reluctantly sticks her hand into the hat, trying to find something that seems familiar, not wanting to go into the closet with a stranger.

"Hurry up, we don't have all night."

"Okay." Y/n wraps her fingers around a beaded bracelet, hoping it belongs to someone she knows. Retracting her hand from the hat, she stares in awe at the familiar piece of jewelry. It's the friendship bracelet she made for Kenny back in elementary school. She hadn't even noticed he was wearing it. She mumbles to herself, "I didn't know he still wore this."