Pudding (Kenny Mccormick X Reader X Craig Tucker)

Chapter 7

(Y/n)'s pov:

I walked down the hallway and over to the bathroom door, knocking on it softly. "Craig?"

I heard a muffled sob com from the other side. My eyes went wide, quickly grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open. I saw him leaning in the corner of the bathroom with his knees pulled up to his chest, his face buried in his arms. I ran over to him and sat down in front of him with a concerned look on my face. "Craig? Craig! Look at me!"

He slowly lifted his head up tears streaming down his face. I almost cried myself, but I lunged forward, pulling him into a tight hug. I felt him tense up slightly, then quickly wrap his arms around me, hugging me back. I placed my hand on top of his head, softly petting him. "Why are you crying?"

"I-I really thought you hated us..."

I sighed and pulled him closer. "Dummy, I could never hate you guys. Were way too close for that. And if Cartman says anything about you guys I'll hit him in the nuts cause no one talks shit about my friends without consequences."

He looked up at me with tears still in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but a small whimper came out. I sighed again and pulled his head into my chest, wrapping my arms around him tighter. He let out a muffled sob, gripping onto the back of my shirt tightly. We sat there for almost 10 minutes before he pulled back slightly, looking up at me with bloodshot eyes. I gave him a small smile, wiping away the remaining tears on his face with my thumb. He smiled slightly and laid his head back on my chest. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before soft snoring replaced the silence in the room. I let out a soft giggle and pulled back, shaking him slightly. He raised his head up at me, looking at me with slightly less bloodshot eyes. I smiled. "Lets go back to the room and get some sleep, its pretty late."

He nodded slightly. I stood up and held a hand out for him, which he took and pulled himself up off of the floor. I smiled at him and started walking out, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. I stumbled slightly, looking back at him. "Yes?"

"How are you doing the sleeping arrangements."

I raised my eyebrow slightly. "Okay dummy, ask the question you actually want to ask."

He pouted slightly. "Fine. Where is Kenny sleeping?"

"At the end of the bed with Clyde. No one is taking your spot on top of me," I laughed out.

He smiled slightly and nodded. "Good."

When I tried to walk away again, he kept a tight grip on my hand. I looked back at him again. "What?"

"Don't let go of me, okay?"

I let out another laugh. "Okay."

We walked out of the bathroom, still hand in hand. We walked down the hallway and into my room. I saw Tweek sitting in the corner of my bed next to the wall, hugging his knees. Clyde was laying on the end of the bed, nearly asleep. Token was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Kenny was sitting in the middle of the bed, playing with his gloves. They all looked up at us, Clyde glancing down at our hands. "What's with the hand holding?"

We both shrugged. I smiled at everyone. Token and Tweek quickly shouted out "NOT IT."

I laughed and looked over at Kenny and Clyde. "You're both getting the end of the bed!"

Clyde groaned. "Not again!"

Kenny shrugged and crawled over to the end of the bed. "Fine by me."

Clyde looked over at him with wide eyes. "Dude! You don't understand! She has BROKEN my nose from kicking me at night!"

Kenny looked over at me with a glare. "You didn't tell me that!"