The Four Seasons

Patching Up

A/N - Hey folks, I'm back with a new chapter! This has been done for a while but the truth of the matter is...I'm pretty sure I deleted Wattpad. :O Which is not ideal if  I'm using it to post my stories, so hopefully I'll be sharing chapter 11 and such soon! :)

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Y/n sits hunched on a bench, overviewing Stark's Pond, in all its small little glory. She types furiously into her phone, scrolling through page after page, screenshotting essential details, anything she could find on loving more than one person. In her 15 years of life, she had never thought to look up such a novel idea as this. Though I suppose, technology, and the data it held had still remained relatively limited at the time. Even if it was only two years ago. Two years, man, that seemed like an eternity ago.

Hours into the raid for answers, she begins to lull, slowly but surely, falling asleep huddled against her phone. The only thing keeping her warm being the too-thin jacket and the strange warmth of her phone. Around ten or so, an ever so slight sound of crunching snow beneath one's feet, sounds in her ear, stirring her awake once more.
"Ergh, what is it?" yawning, she lazily brings her hands up to her eyes, to rub the sleepiness away. Soft splotches of orange peek through, as her hand reaches back down. "K-Kenny, the hell are you doing here?"

He shuffles his feet around awkwardly, rubbing his neck, "Stan, too, actually, we wanted to talk."

"Good, me too," (Y/n) slips off the bench with ease, hearing the same satisfying crunch of her shoes hitting snow. She's got her phone clutched between her fingers, giddy to show her boyfriends what she found, past feelings of frustration and sadness seemingly washed away, even with the two boys- cause of her pain- standing in front of her. Kenny lays a steady hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her place. "What?"

"Not gonna talk about earlier?"

Looking down, she feels guilty for yelling at her beloveds as so, "It-It's fine, it doesn't matter anymore."

"No, (Y/n), that isn't true,"

"But- no, no- I found a solution! I can fix what I made, I-"

"Babe, listen for one sec, you said a lot at Cartman's, and you said not to come back till we made up our minds. We thought about," Kenny gestures towards himself and Stan, who steps away from Kenny's gloomy shadow, into the light beside him. "I love you, baby, I do. I wish we'd never hurt you like that, I'm not always using my right mind, I never mean to fuck up, but sometimes I do. I want to mend this fuck up though, I'm sure as you do, and, no, Stan, you go," Kenny ushers the invisible microphone over to the other boy.

"I want to make things right, and figure out what we are together, all five of us." He then awkwardly gestures back to Kenny, to which (Y/n) softly smiles at her feet in response to.

"Baby, your one of the best things to happen to me, I want to grow together, through this, let you speak your mind. Give me- eh- us, that chance." Kenny raises his arms towards (Y/n), who's eyes are filled to the brim with that sort of happy sadness. She accepts his invitation, falling into his long arms. Her arms fall limply behind him, and her head finding home in Kenny's shoulder. 
Stan soonly joins in, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)'s small backside, towering over her shorter, and skinnier frame. His arms hang loosely under her's, and his head rests upon the crook of her neck.

They hold you for minutes on end, Kenny allowing you to soak his jacket in sobs. Within time, the small huddled group of teens moves to the bench, with no real plan in their heads.

Though, perhaps, maybe one.

As (Y/n) slows her sobs, Stan nudges her backside, earning a small 'hmm,' and a quick flip of her head to peer behind her. "Yeah?"

"You wanted to show us something," Stan whispers softly in her ear, letting her giggle as it tickles her. "Earlier, that is."

"Uh-huh, lemme untangle myself," she whips her head back, nudging Kenny this time, "first. Ken, I gotta get to my pack."

"Yeah, o' course, babe," he smirks, keeping himself rock-solid.

"Gah, Ken, I love ya, but-" he chuckles softly, finally unlatching himself from her body.

"Thanks," (Y/n) smiles, leaning down to pick her phone out of her bag. "Here, I've been," she shuffles herself around once more, "I've been, uh, researching, I think I found what we are," (Y/n) whispers that last bit so quietly Kenny and Stan almost don't hear, but perhaps some people have super hearing.

Eric shows up at the bench, heaving, and gasping, nearly throwing up against their feet- to which some of them may have experienced before(another story, for another time though). He gasps out, "I'm glad."

"E-Eric? "

"The one and only, babe, now what were you saying?"

"You're not," (Y/n) pauses, looking away bashfully, "not made at me?"

"I mean-"

"I woulda thought you an' a Kyle would be so pissed at me.''

"Of course I'm a little mad, but I don't wanna lose you."

"That's a little gay," Kenny replies, Stan and him snickering at the comment.

"When they'd get here?"

"Surprised you didn't notice, Eric, 'sides, doesn't matter, right?" (Y/n) stands, offering her seat up for Eric. He obliges, though shortly after he sits, he gives a confused look over to (Y/n).

"Where you gonna sit?"

"Right here works," (Y/n) chuckles, sitting in Kenny's lap. Eric gives that sort of disapproving look he has, to which (Y/n) laughs at more. "I hope ya don't mind, I just wanna cuddle tonight, and explain things, without yelling at each other."

Kenny nods, wrapping his arms around your form, "So will you no longer be my mystery girl?"

"I don't know, Ken. We haven't discussed," she looks over to Eric, and Stan, who hadn't spoken as much. "Perhaps we take it one day at a time."