Zero to Hero Kenny x Reader

Chapter 3 My Best Friend

Destruction congratulated me and told me I was officially a member, but as it was late, I should probably head home. So here I am, at home and just now realizing that it is Friday at 2:53am and therefore a school night. I just pace back and forth in my room, however, contemplating what I have just done. I pick up a photograph of my friends and I posing at a party. Me, Kenny in his classic orange parka, Kyle in his green hat, a little bit of his red hair sticking out, Cartman the fatass, Stan, and Craig, giving the finger. "What would they do if they found out?" I shivered at the thought of losing them, but also to the thought of giving up being a Super Villain. I've decided: I must keep it a secret at all costs. Even if someone has to die. I laid my head down and eventually fell asleep. Shit! I'm late! I grabbed my crap and put on my (insert a color here) coat and a (insert another color here) beanie and black shoes and black yoga pants and called my personal driver. "Thanks, Bob," I quickly stated and scrambled out the car and into the school. No time to go to my locker. Bye bye, history textbook! I sneak into my homeroom while the teacher isn't looking and take my seat. Luckily she is still doing roll call and hasn't got to my name yet. (Kenny sits next to you, Kyle behind you, Stan in front of you and Cartman next to Kenny) "Why are you late?" Kyle whispers. "I didn't go to sleep till like 3am." "Why?" Stan asked. "It's a long story." Cartman butted in for an insult as usual, "Because your a bitch like Kyle's mom." "Don't call my mom a bitch fatass!" "DON'T CALL ME FAT YOU FUCKING JEW!" "So did you guys hear about that new Super Villain, Midnight?" Kenny stated in his muffled voice but after knowing him for so long, basically since preschool, I could easily understand him. "Yeah, apparently she killed Pip," Stan replied. I bit my lip and just stood still. "Who cares, Pip was an annoying little buttlicker," Cartman laughed. "Still," Kyle said, "Hey -insert name here-, you alright?" Oh, save me please. "Yeah, I'm fine," I stated as nonchalantly as I could manage. Then the bell rang and I practically ran to -insert world language here- class.

TIME SKIP TO LUNCH

I sat down next to my Kenny, pulling out enough food to feed us both. I push his food to him while Cartman snickers in front of us. I scowl and flip up my middle finger, causing the other two, Stan and Kyle to giggle. Cartman scoffs and digs into his school bought food. "What's for lunch this time, Cartman? Horse shit on a stick?" I laugh and Cartman mumbles under his breath. Kyle pulls out a mushy sandwich from a crushed brown paper bag and sighs, warranting a pitied pat on the back from Stan. Still, Kyle unravels this wet, sloshy sandwich and proceeds to eat it. I pass some chicken nuggets over to Kyle, for this is too painful to watch. He practically throws the sandwich behinds him and starts to devour the nuggets. "So," I start, "Anyone want to hang out today?" Cartman opens his mouth, but I immediately stop him. "Not you, fatass." I look at Stan, "I'd love to, but my dad wants me to help him with his car." I turn to Kyle, "I can't either, I have to help Ike with his project." Finally, my gaze falls upon Kenneth McCormick, "Sorry babe, Karen's got a ballet recital and I told her I'd go." I turn back to my food, now cold and disappointing, same as how I feel.

TIME SKIP TO YOUR HOUSE

It was around 9:37pm when I heard a knock on the door. I got up from watching -insert anime or tv show or movie here- and went to the door. It was . . . Kenny and his little sister, Karen? "Hey guys, come in." They both came in and Kenny began to explain why they were here so late. "The police found cocaine in our house and they were going to take me and Karen away. I couldn't save Kevin. They got him. I couldn't think if anyone else we could go. Do you think we could stay here?" Kenny explained, panic so evident in the tone of his voice. "Of course. In fact, since I have too much room, you can live here." I showed them their rooms and told them to get some rest. Meanwhile, I was contemplating how much harder it was going to be to keep my secrets hidden.