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

Chapter Eleven

"(Y/n)?"

She took her hand and put it on my cheek as she pressed her lips against mine. I was, of course, shocked by her actions, especially since just and hour ago she said she didn't want to be with me. Is she choosing the not-dating-but-dating option?

I kissed back and put my hand against her lower back, bringing her closer to me.

Was this a dream? It had to be...I'm kissing the girl I've loved since middle school. I don't want to believe this...

Thank god it wasn't true.

I jolted up from a dream. Oh wow. That was certainly...interesting. I get up and run my head, I take my phone out of my back pocket and look at the time—six. I get up and run my hands through my hair leading to me stretching. I'm walk into the kitchen to see (Y/n) and her mother baking happily and laughing at each other's expense. Cute. I sit at the table and just admire the two. They've seemed to notice me, but just haven't done anything to include me. I don't mind. Let them have their mother-daughter time.

(Y/n)'s mother walks over to the opposite side of the island counter and frowns. "I heard she rejected your love confession," I sigh and laugh a little. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I wo-" I was cut off by her mom smiling and putting her hand in front of my face. "¡Callate! No quiero escucharle! (Shut up! I don't want to listen to you!)" I was utterly confused. She went off on me in Spanish, I look at (Y/n) to see her face dead cold. She looked terrified as she dried her hands off.

"Um...no...no hablan mucho en español..." My voice was meak compared to the screaming mom. She looked me dead in the eyes and then sighed harshly. "Boy...you are probably one of the dumbest guys I have met yet...though a special place always remains for Clyde." She mumbles the last part and I chuckle. Lol, Clyde's fucking retarded. "You wanna know why you didn't get the answer you wanted from her?" I tilt my head to the side, "Yeah, why?" She sighs heavily. "BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T GO OVER IT WITH ME!" She yells and I flinch. "No me grites...(don't yell at me...)" I say softly, I hear footsteps come towards me and I'm expecting it to be her mom but it was actually herself.

(Y/n) entangles her hand in mine and I look up at her with sparkling eyes. She just smiles softly. "What didn't he go over with you, mom? And why does it involve me?" I look at (Y/n) and give her a small smile, I quickly press my lips against her cheek. "It's nothing, (Y/n)." I say softly. I bring our intertwined hands towards my face and I kiss the top of her hand. She quickly pulls her hand away from my lips and grimaces. "Don't kiss me!" I laugh.

Your Pov

Kenny stayed in the living room while my mom and I went into the kitchen and we started to bake some sweets.

That's when she starts to cry. Her hands over her face as to hide her awful expression.

"Mom?" I ask, walking over to her and placing a hand on her arm. I knew what this was about. "Are you okay?" My voice was shaky and quiet. I could feel the tears start to prick my eyes as well. My vision started to get blurry as I finally got a good look at mom's face. Her face was red and puffy, she looked sad. "Mija...I'm so sorry. I don't mean to cry, but this," she pauses and looks around the kitchen. "this reminds me so much of your papa." I wrap my arms around her and she does the same, crying into my shoulder and I could feel my breath shorten slightly. "Mama, it's okay." While saying that sentence, a few tears fell down my cheek softly and slowly. My grip on my mother tightened and I burst. "It's okay to cry mama, it's always okay." As I cry out, I begin to hiccup sometimes. I try to breath in but my breath was hitching so much that it was kind of hard to.

I miss papa...

Papa was in the Army and he passed away a couple years ago from being shot. It hurt us badly; when we got the news, mama broke down right at the doorway as the officer helped her. I stood there, halfway down the staircase and just staying still. It felt as though my heart stopped. My nerves and cells stopped working to make me move or have some sort of emotion. The last memory we had was of the three of us in the kitchen, we were making some new sweets that papa had found in different countries that we had never tried before. He always came back with a happy smile and loving hugs for us, he would be gone for weeks at a time—sometimes even six months to a year.