Take Away's | Kenny x reader | **REDO**

Chapter Six

Your Pov

"I bailed on her."

I don't know why, but those words made me just want to stutter. Like they were so odd for him to say; No matter how the girls think, Kenny is actually really sweet. Even though he just bailed on one...you know what, don't listen to my stupidity.

Here's a PSA: ALWAYS THINK KENNY IS THE ENEMY. NEVER THE VICTIM.

The only thing I could figure to ask was, "Why?" My voice cracked, I cleared my throat out of embarrassment. "Because I'm sick." Was all he simply said which made me kind of glad (but still follow that PSA). "Oh, okay. Well, dinner's ready. Come on." I smile sweetly at him and walk away with him behind me.

When I walk back into the kitchen, I see my mom preparing everyone's dish. My mom used to be a chef at a famous restaurant when we lived in the city. Her cooking was amazing and I'd always get my meals half off cause I was related. She's a culinary and pastry chef. She always used to make me sweets from around the world. One day we'd have a French dish and then the next we'd have a Greek one. I loved them, and so did the guys. Cartman always loved her cooking. But, she doesn't bake me any sweets anymore...it reminds her, it reminds us too much of dad.

Mom places the plates down on the table in the dining room that was located across from the kitchen. Cartman, Stan and Kyle are already sitting down in their seats, Cartman next to Kyle, Stan and my mom at the ends of the table, and then Kenny and I next to each other. It's always been like this, since we've met them. I sit down at the table and so does Kenny, mom goes back into the kitchen and grabs the pie shaped pan and places it in the middle of the table and then takes the spatula and presses it into the food. "Dig in guys!" My mom exclaims. "Hey ma!" I yell at her as she leaves to go back into the kitchen, "What, mija?" I look at the food sitting on the table and just, stare. "What is this?" I ask, "Shepherds pie!" I shrug and begin the grab the spatula, not realizing that some of the pie is already gone. I guess the guys already grabbed some while I was talking.

I scoop some and throw it on my plate, I take my fork and grab some of the pie, I put it into my mouth and am greeted by warmth and a lot of delicious comforting flavors. "Madré!" I yell as she walks in with an annoyed expression. "Dios mio, mija! Que?!" I slightly laugh at her reaction. "What's in it?" I ask blankly and smile at her, she rolls her eyes. "Homemade bread crust, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables." She goes back into the kitchen and I continue to eat my food.

After I'm done, I gather everyone's plates and take them to the kitchen. I see my mom taking out another shepherds pie. "Is that one for Kenny and his family?" I place the dishes in the dishwasher and then wash my hands in the sink. "Si, mi amor. I know his family needs it, and plus I love Kenny. Why aren't you two dating yet, mija?" She rambles on as she places the oven mitts into the drawer next to her. I could feel my cheeks heat up, "No, ma. You know I won't date Kenny. That's weird." I roll my eyes as she looks at me with her hand on her hip, sassily. "Mija...you used to be in love with him." I cross my arms and look off to the side, leaning against the counter. "Ma..." I quietly say, my mind racing of the thoughts of when Kenny and I were into each other. "By the way, you never did tell me the full story of what happened on that date. All you told me was that you never wanted to see his face again. What happened?" I listen to her words carefully, her quote on the words I said brought back a vivid memory of me coming home that night. I was crying.

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I ignore her as she puts foil over the dish, keeping its warmth contained in the dish. I watch her as she takes out a sticky note and a pen, writing something down and then sticking it onto the foil. She puts the pen back into its designated drawer and looks at me with a happy smile plastered on her face. "Okay, mija, do you want to help me make something sweet? I know we haven't done it in a while, and I'm sorry for that...it just reminds me of your padre, but I think that might be good. Y'know? They're all good memories of your padre, so I think we should start baking again, mi amor." My eyes start to get watery as I look away from her, just thinking about that makes me tear up. I suck up my feelings and look at her with a happy face, "Yeah...let's make something sweet, ma." I glance at the clock, seeing that it read 5:30 made me laugh. "But let's do it tomorrow. It's almost 6." My mom smiles and walks out of the kitchen, "Okay, mija!"

I stay where I am and look at the floor, drowning myself in my own thoughts of my mom and I's conversation. I was thinking back to the topic of Kenny.

"Dating Kenny, huh?" I smile to myself, only a little bit. But what I didn't know was that that tingly feeling in my stomach when thinking about that idea, was only going to get larger.

Kenny's Pov

We finished eating and (Y/n) gathered all of the plates and silverware to the kitchen, leaving us to sit in the dining room. All the guys were on their phones, except me; I had my head resting on the table with my arms as a cushion, thinking about that phone call.

That girl was waiting for me outside, in the cold, for an hour. I feel terrible. I am terrible. I left her waiting and I forgot to tell her I wasn't coming. Literally, both ways. I shouldn't have said yes to her anyways, I knew that I didn't want to go, so why'd I agree? I have this looming guilt floating over me right now and I can't get rid of it. All she wanted was sex anyways, she didn't want to go on a date with me or something. I only have sex with all these women to either get what I want or because I really don't have anything to live for in this world. But I can't escape my impending doom of dying constantly, if I could, I would've been gone awhile ago. Trust me. But I couldn't leave Karen behind, that would be too cruel because I love her so much.

I get shaken out of my thoughts, literally. I furrow my brows and look at the culprit. I see that it's Stan. "Dude, (Y/n) and her mom are talking about you. Listen." He demands as I try to tune in on what they were saying.

"Is that one for Kenny and his family?" "Si, mi amor. I know his family needs it, and plus I love Kenny." I roll my eyes, I appreciate her making food for my family and I, but I don't want nor need their pity. But no matter how many times I ask, she doesn't stop. That's why I love her. "Why aren't you two dating yet, mija?" I blush as I look away, Ms. (L/n)...don't say that. "No ma, you know I won't date Kenny. That's weird." I feel hurt. "Mija...you used to be in love with him." What...? Well, I guess that doesn't matter, she said used to. Sad boi hour. I couldn't hear what (Y/n) said but I heard her mom. "By the way, you never did tell me the full story of what happened on that date. All you told me was that you never wanted to see his face again. What happened?" A lot happened, I messed up big time and regret it to this day. I feel guilty. I broke her heart, and I broke mine.

"I'm so sorry." Is what I wished I would have said, what I want to say, but I just...I can't. Not to her. My heart wants to say those to her but my brain doesn't get it out. I just say something stupid...I'm so sorry, (Y/n).

I didn't listen to the rest of their conversation before going on my phone and looking through my camera roll. I was just looking at old memes I had saved or old pictures of us when we were younger. We had so much fun back then.

I was too spaced out to realize that Ms. (L/n) had tapped me on the shoulder, but when she did get my attention I turned my head so fast that I cranked it. I winced at my pain and drop my phone on the table, holding the back of my neck in pain. "Oh! Kenny are you alright? Oh...?" I look up at her as her eyes are directed at the screen of my phone. Her hand goes up to her face as she covers her mouth with a surprised yet already knowing look. "Wh...what?" I was getting nervous. She smiled and I just exited out of the photo. I blushed and looked down, standing up and walking to the door way of the kitchen. "You're fine, Kenny." I don't say anything. "Well, how did you boys enjoy the dinner?" I block out her conversation with pay attention to a new one. Specifically a one-sided conversation.

I heard her quiet voice carry over to me. I listen to her carefully. "Dating Kenny, huh?" Okay.

I walk away and put my head in my hands, my face fully pink as I thought about her.