South Park One Shots Reader x South Park

My cousin's Girlfriend

Kyle x Reader: My cousin's Girlfriend 

Because Kyle's cousin, Kyle, Is also in the story, I will name our Kyle just Kyle and his cousin Kyle...Kay? 

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 "Kyle, we will be back in 30 minutes. Are you sure you don't want to come?"my mom asked.

"Mom, I am 100% sure that I do not want to come with you guys to the airport. I'd rather stay here and barricade the door"I answered while keeping my eyes on the TV. 

"Kyle! How many times do I have to tell you to be nice to your cousin!"my mom replied annoyed.

"Ugh. I will be nice, mom"I promised.  She nodded and opened the door. 

"Bye, baby"she waved and left with Ike and my dad.

This was gonna suck ass. A whole month with my stupid cousin. Ánd he was bringing one of his stupid 'friends'. I was never going to survive this. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, muted the TV and called Stan.

"Hello?" 

"Stan, hey. It's Kyle"

"Ow, hey dude. Is your cousin there already?" 

"No, my parents just left to pick him up from the airport"

"Sucks to be you right now"

"Totally"

We stayed on the phone for a long time, we always called very long. Half an hour later, the door opened.

"I'm back!"a familiar, annoying voice said. Still with Stan on the phone, I turned around and looked at my cousin. 

"Was that him? I think I heard him."

"Yeah, he's here. Gotta go, talk to you later"Without waiting for an answer, I hung up.

Kyle walked further onto the living room with his luggage in his hands. He sat them down on the ground.

"Ow Jesus that was heavy, (Y/N) next time you carry my luggage" Kyle said. I followed him with my eyes. (Y/N)? Who the hell is (Y/N)? I turned to the front door and a girl walked in. She was maybe a year older than me and she was holding a sport bag in her hand. She had beautiful (H/L) (H/C) hair and sparkling (E/C) orbs.  She walked inside, Ike and my parents following . 

I jumped up. "Hey"I said smiling.

"Hi"she answered, her sweet, soft voice as music in my ears. I offered to take her bag but she rejected and walked upstairs to the guest room. 

"Okay, (Y/N) takes the guest room, because she is a girl" my dad looked at me, like I was gonna rape her or something. "And Kyle you will have to sleep in Kyle's room again"

"Ow, Okay then, Uncle Broflovski. Even though his blankets have feathers in them, it's okay"Kyle fixed his glasses and dad took his luggage to my room. 

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Later that night, during dinner, I couldn't keep my eyes off of (Y/N). I couldn't understand why she would be friends with...Kyle. 

"Fries? I dunno, auntie Sheila. What oil did you fry them in? Not olive oil, right? That makes my stomach really upset" Kyle  said.

I looked at (Y/N) to see if she had anything to say about that, but no. She just looked down at her food and ate quietly.