Flawed :||: Kyle Brofloski x Reader :||: South Park Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

"I can't believe you did that, Kyle." Y/n said, sitting next to him at the table as they all snacked on burgers and hot dogs.

"Sure. I know you said your Mom sucks, but... jeez that was just horrible." He said.

"If I had a Mom like that I'd slap the shit out if her." Kenny said, wrapping his parka over his wet body and swim suit.

"Kenny, you can't just slap your own mother!" Bebe told him.

"Yeah I can. I just choose not to. It's a respect thing." He shrugged.

"What happened to the caviar and avocado salads?! Drew, I told you what I wanted to have ordered!" She watched her mother nag to her Dad as they made their way to the party table.

"Diana, kids don't like fish eggs and salad. I asked Y/n what she would like to have served for her party, and she just said burgers and hot dogs!" He shrugged.

"What does that have to do with anything?" She whispered.

"Diana, the caviar you wanted was A-grade, we saved two-thousand dollars buying what she wanted. The buffet tables were pushing it enough already!" He said.

"I don't care what she wanted. I wanted-"

"Diana!" He spoke through his teeth, finally making her shut up. He turned around and walked to the table.

"Hey there. Are you ready for your cake, sweetie? Or should we give your friends some time to finish up eating?" He smiled at her. Kenny cleared his throat, tightening his parka around his face.

"Cake time was supposed to happen twenty-six minutes ago." Diana tapped her foot with rage as she glanced at her watch.

"The cooks have it waiting in the freezer. Whenever you're ready." Drew spoke, ignoring his wife's comment.

"Oh, uh. What do you think guys?" She smiled around the table.

"Cake?! I want cake!" Cartman blurted.

"Yeah, Cake sounds good." Red smiled. Everyone around the table seemed to agree.

"Okay!" He smiled before whistling with his fingers. Suddenly two men in chef-wear carried a beautiful three tiered cake out of the kitchen. Everyone oohed and awed at it. It had fifteen glowing candles decorated neatly on each tier, and a big 15 burning on the top.

"It's your favorite." Her father grinned, making her gasp.

"You got what I asked for?" She smiled.

"You got what she asked for?! What about the flourless mug cake I asked you to get? With the no butter, no sugar, no egg, no dairy frosting?" Her mother stared at him. Drew cleared his throat.

"Y/n gave me her order privately last night." Her father beamed.

"Wow!" She sighed at the towering cake they set before her.

"Alright. We sing on the count of three! One, two-" Her father began, before everyone started chanting the Happy Birthday song. She smiled around at all of her friends with bright red cheeks. They were all smiling back. She felt a warm, happy feeling in her chest. Until she looked at her mother, who just glared at her in disapproval. She felt her face drop for a second when she clicked away in her heels. Bebe shook her by the shoulders, singing her name extravagantly, and then they all ended the lyric.