Those bastards (Kenny McCormick x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Mystery Starts

(Y/N) POV:
As I walked to Starks pond, I saw a golden haired boy, ever so beautiful in the sun. As I approached him, he freaked because I guess no one ever saw him without his hood...
"Hey", I said. "What are you hiding for?"
"Mhmpph mm mmm mph mm".
"What?" I responded.
He took off the hood for a split second to explain.
"I'm Kenny, you must be new here. Uh I'm not hiding...the hood just makes me feel safer. I don't really know you so..." He trailed off.
"I'm (y/n), nice to meet you, you don't have to be shy." I let out a chuckle with my statement.
"Do you want to be friends?" I asked.
I waited patiently for a response.

Kennys POV.
I pondered the thought of having someone so innocent and beautiful as a friend. Compared to cartman and the others, (y/n) was the gold at the end of the rainbow. I couldn't ask to be her friend, she's too good for the likes of a poor perverted kid like me. Instead of responding, I approached her and embraced her in a hug, then I ran away.
I tried to avoid her, for I knew that if I got close, my whole world would change. And so would hers...

(Y/N) POV:
Instead of saying anything, Kenny...just...hugged me. He left after that, and I didn't see him for a whole 2 weeks. During that time I was confused, because I wasn't sure if Kenny wanted to be friends with me. I mean he hugged me...what did that mean? Am I not good enough to be his friend? Did he feel bad for me?
I mean I know I'm not the most decent human being, but for fucks sake I just wanted someone to be myself around. And I didn't even get an answer. This totally blows.
It's been about 3 days, and no sign of Kenny. I started school yesterday and I'm being bullied already by a few girls. I think their names are Wendy, Bebe, and Annie. All I know is they're a bunch of conformist whores who do nothing but talk about their jock boyfriends and whine about lack of feminist shit. I know the reason they bully me is because I'm more like a guy than a girl and that disrupts their balance. Basically they want to brainwash me. But that will never happen.
One day, I had enough and skipped garrisons class to go chill behind school. However, I didn't know there were people back there, and I found myself in an awkward situation...
I casually lit my cigarette and I accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh shit sorry. I thought I was alone out here." I looked up at a tall goth kid, who had a small smile on his face, which was odd because he was well...goth.
"Hey I'm Michael. I'm sort of the leader of the goth kids. You must be new?"
"Oh uh yeah...I just moved here about a week ago. My name is (y/n)."
"Oh okay, well we need another non conformist in our group, I figured you would be interested?"
"How'd you know I was a non conformist?"
"Well you're skipping for one, and conformists don't do that. Plus you're outfit and the cigarette in your hand says it all".
I look down at my outfit. I wouldn't really fit in as goth. I'm sort of in between. I'm grunge I guess, but not in a poser way. I shrugged.
"I guess since I have no friends these days. Might as well right?"
"Yeah...life's a drag."
Michael motions for me to follow him, and that's when I met Pete, Firkle, and Henrietta.
"Another tortured soul?" Henrietta asked melodramatically.
"Yeah she's totally wicked" Pete snared sarcastically.
"You want me to prove it?" I asked feeling pretty cocky.
"Well no shit Sherlock. What? You think we'd let you join us for free?" Pete proclaimed.
"Hmm okay red, allow me to show you how tortured I am."
While the goths were focused on me, I pulled out a notebook filled with my writing. It consisted of mainly poems, conveniently I wrote dark humor when I got bored, and it seemed to be appealing to the goth kids. In the past 2 weeks I had grown closer to Michael and firkle. Pete wasn't so sure of me, probably because he was jealous of how close I had gotten to Michael. Damn I really felt him, like on an emotional level and... Well he was pretty attractive. But I still felt like there was something missing. I knew trying to get with curly goth wasn't going to get anywhere because he would say "damn (y/n) that's very conformist of you, why don't you go hang with them and stop sucking the life out of me with your conformist garb". Instead Kenny came across my mind, and he was very mysterious. I would hope I would see him again one day. Conveniently that day was today.

Kennys POV:
I know it's been at least 2 weeks since that encounter and I can't get her out of my head. God damn she's so pretty, that voice, that smile...I hate to say it but I miss her. I've heard from Stan she's been hanging out with the goth kids. I've also heard that Wendy and etc, were bullying her. And that's not right. She deserves a better environment. The goth kids are only gonna drag her down.
As I was walking through the streets in my mysterion costume, I heard her get pissed off and yell and scream and punch the concrete. I had no choice but to approach, after all I cared about her.
"Hey who pissed in your cheerios?" I asked trying to lighten up the situation.
"Who are you?"
"Well some call me mysterion?"
She giggled. Damn it was the cutest thing ever. I mean what. No. Kenny you bastard. Stop it.
"Well, mysterion...I'm pissed off because I can't seem to figure out why this guy I'm interested in is avoiding me. I highly doubt a class rank hero like your self would want to sit here and listen to boy troubles." She stated.
Suddenly my heart dropped. Oh. She likes someone already...damn it. I mean whoever he is he's a lucky guy.
"That's ashame, I said, you if he's ignoring you, then you definitely deserve better. And hey maybe helping a lovely girl in distress is more important than fighting crime." I gave her a small smile.
"Thanks mysterion."
"No problem m'lady. Goodnight"
"You too"
As I watched her enter her house, I ran back to Starks pond.
*sigh* "I'll never get the girl, will I?"