Jilted Junkies :||: Kenny x Reader || South Park Fanfiction

Chapter Forty

"Are you okay?" Kenny questioned me, wrapping a towel around my naked shoulders after following me out of the shower. I stared at our bruised, soaked faces in the broken, steamy mirror.

"Kenny... do things feel... different to you?" I questioned, looking down at the clogged up, disgusting bathroom sink. He hugged me from behind and kissed my wet hair.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I sighed, and shook my head. I just looked at my reflection. I hated it for some reason.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you." I said. He sighed through his nose, thinking about it. Then he shrugged.

"You mean like... the way I came back to life last night? I mean yeah... I had no idea that's what actually happens... actually being reborn..." He asked. I shook my head.

"No, not even that. I'm use to that." I said. He grabbed a second towel and scrubbed his hair dry with it.

"Yeah actually. Things feel... more mature between us." He said. I nodded slightly.

"And... you've gotten quieter..." He stood up straight again to look sadly at my reflection, "A lot quieter..." His eyes darted to the floor. I knew he was right. Is that why I hated looking at myself these days?

"...sorry.." I mumbled.

"What?" He stared at me in a sudden surprise. "No. It's... I mean..." he wrapped his towel around his waist.

"It's not bad. It's not your fault. I just... get worried about you. Cartman... he changed you." He explained. I sighed painfully, finally looking away from my own eyes. He hugged me again, this time wrapping his arms around my chest and shoulders.

"You have no idea how happy I am to have you in my life again..." he told me, which made me smile and cry a little. I couldn't even accumulate words to express my happiness. It wouldn't be enough. Still... I felt like I was missing something. The more I thought about it, the more I dawned on me.

"Kenny..." I said.

"Hm?" He questioned. My breath hitched and my eyes began to water.

"I want to go home..." I said. He pulled away from me. His face went pale as he looked at my reflection again.

"You... but... you are... home..." he mumbled. When my expression didn't change, he backed away from me and crossed his arms.

"No... I mean I want you to come with me." I said.

"To Louisiana?" He asked, "Why??"

"Because, I-" I didn't have an answer. I didn't know why. I said nothing. After about a minute he looked frustrated.

"Y/n." He questioned me impatiently. I looked back up at his reflection. He pressed his lips together in anticipation. I just sighed, and turned to look at his face. His eyes shifted from the glass to mine.

"Y/n... I-I thought... you liked it here... is it because of Cartman? Is he the reason you want to leave?" He asked me, grabbing my hands, "You don't have to be afraid of him. I'll protect you- I-... I can stop him from becoming president if you need me to. I just..." He grunted.

"It's not Cartman." I said.

"Then what??" He asked me desperately.

"Kenny... I don't know..." I said, "I feel like... maybe if I go there I'll figure it out."

"You can't leave me again, Y/n. And I can't leave Karen, o-or my friends!" He said.

"Yeah..." I sighed, walking past him towards his room. He stood there in the bathroom and stressfully rubbed his eyes, hitting his back against the wall. He had no idea what to do with me.