Those bastards (Kenny McCormick x Reader)

Chapter 7: The Funeral

(Y/N) Pov:

Thursday had come around quicker than I had previously thought. It was the day of Michael's funeral, and Kenny had offered to escort me, seeing as I would probably have a mental breakdown when looking at my ex's corpse.

It was really odd...seeing Kenny in something other than a bright orange parka. He wore a black suit, and if I didn't know any better, I would think he was goth...

I took a few deep breaths and I walked out the door clinging to Kenny's arm. I was just ready to get this day over with.

We arrived at the memorial lobby for the viewing, and I saw Pete, Firkle, and Henrietta standing by Michael's coffin. I couldn't understand why Pete was glaring at me...but they all left as quickly as they saw me. Weird...Maybe it's because of the circumstances we are in right now. A death of a lover, friend, and brother.

I walked up to the coffin expecting to see Michael bruised and broken, but it was like he was just sleeping. He looked so peaceful. God, damn I miss him. I started tearing up and Kenny noticed. He didn't say anything, he just held me tighter and led me in the direction of the church.

Again, I saw Pete glaring at me. What was his problem? I wanted to talk to him or something because it was really starting to bug me, but I was cut off by the pastor.

"Ladies and gentlemen...we are gathered here today due to the loss of Michael..."

Blah blah blah

" Michael is in a better place now. God is watching out for him."

Are you serious? Where was God when Michael got hit by a train? What the fuck? You don't know anything about him. He would never believe this conformist garbage. (Sorry don't mean to offend anyone by this. The character is atheist as well as the goth kids of South Park.)

Kenny could see I was shaken up and started playing with the strands of my hair. I have to admit, it was helping me calm down. I needed a cigarette...bad.

"Does anyone want to speak on behalf of Michael?"

I raised my hand, very slowly. I was used to this sort of thing. I wasn't shy about talking or giving speeches, but I don't know how I will be able to do this without crying. As I reached the podium, I shook the pastor's hand, and I noticed Kenny nod with reassurance. I also noticed Pete was still glaring at me. He got up with the rest of the goth kids and left. Wow, how rude.

"I've known Michael...for almost a year now, and he was my best friend. The only friend I made when I first came to this town. We dated up until the day of his accident. I loved him so much, and it's really hard to believe that he is gone. He...uh gave me a promise ring. And my promise to him was that I would always be happy, and I would remember him as long as I still have the ring. So to honor Michael, I will be happy, for that is what I know he wants. I will remember him as my best friend, my first love, and if there is an afterlife, I would hope I could see him again." I ended.

As I walked away from the podium, I heard a few people clap. But I was done. I had to get out of there. I stormed out of the building, and Kenny followed.

I lit a cigarette and cursed under my breath. Kenny snatched the cigarette from my mouth and put it out.

"What the hell McCormick?"

"Wow, use of the last name...harsh. Come with me, I have something better than this cancer stick."

I followed Kenny to his trailer and he brought out a pipe and some weed. I smirked at him while he loaded the bowl.

"Thank you"

"No problem (y/n). I know you need this."

After a few hits, I was stoned.

"Hey, you don't happen to have any alcohol do you?"

Kenny hesitated, but went back inside and got a bottle of vodka. Usually, I don't drink, let alone down a quarter of vodka, but at this point I really didn't care. I just wanted to get fucked up.

I can't remember exactly what happened, but I woke up and Kenny was still passed out on the floor and I was in his bed. We were both fully clothed so I know for sure I didn't have sex with him. But I wonder if he carried me in here... Aw...he's kind of cute when he's sleeping. Hey, shut up self. I looked at the time. 3:30 am. Should I stay here or walk home? Hmm...Kenny's already done so much for me. I should probably just go. Besides it's only a block away...what could possibly go wrong?