Kenny x (Fem) Reader Part 1

You've never been the most open girl. Ok, that's a god damn fucking lie, you're pretty open.
Either way you're name is (f/n) (l/n), and you've just moved to South Park, and it's your first day of school. Now lets get this straight, you didn't want to move to this town in the first place. Maybe it has to do with the fact that you're from Miami, AKA the warmest place in America, or maybe it has to do with the fact that you don't know anyone that's going to your new high school. But that can't be helped you guess. When mom wants something, mom gets it. Even if getting it means moving to some dopey ass mountain town in the middle of who the fuck knows where.
But the biggest challenge wont be adjusting to the weather or not being able to talk to your old friends as often.
No, your biggest challenge will be adjusting to this town's high school, because it's hard to do no matter what town you're in.

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"Wake up sweetie, it's your first day of school~!" Your mom trills, ripping the blankets away from your body. Annoyed by this you simply roll the other way and shove your face into your (f/c) pillow. "Mooooom!" Why this early in the morning? Why so loudly? Why at fucking all?
You groan again, but instead of fighting the all knowing force that is your mom, you take the easy route and just stumble up. "Well honey, I didn't want you to be late for your first day of school~! So get your caboose moving~!" Before you can say another word, she presses a kiss to your cheek and practically skips out of the room.

Yawning, you drag your feet to your closet and riffle through your piles of clothes. Too tired to really care, you yank out a pair of blue jeans and a (f/c) turtle neck. Not exactly hot mama material, but you don't have much of anything to flaunt in the first place. Not that it upsets you, you honestly can't make yourself give two shits about that. As you get them on you take the opportunity to glance at yourself in the mirror. Never before in your life have you seen such frizzy and knotted (h/c) hair. Then again, you haven't brushed it yet. Oops. You grab the brush and pull it through your hair, trying to keep your mind off of the day ahead of you. You've been trying not to let it bother you, but it's getting harder to ignore the knot growing in your stomach.

New schools are bad for anyone, but it was already two months into the year, you couldn't just blend in right away. Besides, this was a pretty damn small town. And in towns like these news supposedly travels fast.

As you slip on your glasses, you really just hope for a normal day.

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This school is small.

That's the first thing that comes to your mind. You suppose that it's small because it doesn't need to fit too many students, but still.

Your first class of the day is Reading, taught by a Mr.HooHaa. That's really his god damn name. At least you get to start out with an easy class. The hallways are pretty empty, you had to go get your schedule and student ID. As much as you like the idea of not getting trampled by a bunch of kids that you don't know, now you feel just as out of place. The sound of your boots echo down the hall. Finally you find the door that you're looking for, open it up, and step inside.

"Vell hello zere child! I am assuming zat you are ze new student." is what you are greeted by. Mr.HooHaa is a middle aged man with a bald spot that covers almost his entire head, too high pants, and a nasty crooked eye. And yes, once again, that's really his last name. There's obviously quality education up here folks. You simply nod and try to look at him, not at the small class of students. "So children, ve vill have a new student joining us zis year! Her name is (f/n) (l/n). Say hi~!"

A chorus of bored hi's erupted from the class. To be honest, you're somewhat relieved that they don't care. It's better this than being the buzz of the school that lasts one day. "Ok, vell zen, Ms.(l/n), please sit by... Kenny!" He exclaimed, gesturing towards a a pair of desks. While one was empty, the other held a tall boy with an orange parka completely obscuring his face with brown fluff, only blue eyes and light colored eyebrows showing.

Kenny let out a muffled sound, his eyebrows lifting and jutting a brown gloved hand out in a thumbs up. "mmfffkay, ffffffms ool!"

"What did he say?" You ask, mystified by his garbled speech.

A round guy in the back with a red jacket on stood up. "He saiyd, suck, mah balls!"

"Holy shit Cartman he didn't say that you dick!" A kid with a green hat on shouted. "He said 'Ok, sounds cool'!"

Ok, at this point you really want to run. This just doesn't seem normal. Like you stated before, quality education up here.

Trying to avoid anymore real interaction you hurry to your desk and sit down. Ok, you're probably over reacting, but still. You turn to Kenny and give a small wave, not wanting to interrupt the lecture that the teacher went into. He gave a wave back, letting out a few more low muffled sounds that you can't really understand. Smile and nod is your game plan with this guy. Smile and nod.

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"Shit..." you mumble, glancing around the lunch room. From where you were standing with your lunch tray, you couldn't see any empty seats. Sighing, you decide to just grab a seat outside. Once you're outside the cold wind slaps you in the face. Ugh, that's one of the things you hate about this town. While grousing about the chill, you can feel a mittened hand tap you on your shoulder. "moo mff fff mfffone oo iff mff?" Oh, it was...what's his name again? Wait, Kenny. Yeah that's it.

"Huh?" Is all you say once you turn around to face the hooded boy. He repeats what he said in the usual low tone. And you just respond with the same confused sound. Tired of this bull shit he just rolls his eyes and grabs your shoulder and drags you to the other side of the building. "Hey, watch it!" You exclaim. He doesn't listen. By now your kind of scared and....oh.

On the other side of the school was a beat up table with a small group of kids eating at it. You recognized the chubby boy in the red jacket and the boy in the green hat, but besides that there was a black haired guy with a blue beanie and a kid with blond hair. "'ey Kenny, whays she heyah?" The chubby kid asked, a chocolate bar in one fist and a handful of Cheesy Poofs in the other. Kenny lets out more deep muffled sounds that you just can't seem to understand. Once he finished mumbling the boys just nodded and went back to eating they're lunches. 

"So Kenny, how long have you and her been dating?" The boy in the blue beanie asks, taking a bite of his sandwich.

You splutter a bit and decide to just shake your head. It's only your first day here and there's some type of rumor!

"MAN they aren't dating, she just moved in today!" Green hat boy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. Ok, so maybe it was just one confused kid, but still it was enough to freak you out.  

Beanie boy smiled apologetically. "Oh. Hehe sorry, kinda jumped the gun there.... by alot. Well uhm, I'm Stan! Fat ass is Cartman, the guy in the green hat is Kyle, and that boy next to him is Butters."

Glad to have an introduction, you introduce yourself. "I'm (f/n). I moved here from Miami a week ago. It's pretty nice to meet you guys."  

They all nod and just go back to eating, occasionally breaking into small conversations. These guys are  pretty friendly, now you even have a place to sit for lunch that won't leave your butt wet and cold. Once you finish your lunch you sit back in your chair a bit and glance around.  The only one not eating was Kenny, he was just reading a....Porn magazine?! 

"Er, what are you reading there Kenny...?" You ask, looking over his shoulder for clarification. Yup, in all it's glory there it was, Play Boy. 

As always he let out a low string of muffled words, barely sounding like words. Everyone at the table froze and looked at him wide eyed. 

"Dude don't say that in front of a girl!" Kyle shouted, mouth wide open. When you ask about what he said, they all just say, "You don't wanna know...."

Just shrug it off, that little voice in your head tells you. And you do.

Xxxxxxxx 3 months later! Xxxxxxxx 

"Hey Kenny!" You shout, jogging after your now close friend. It's been three months here in south park, and things have been going great. 
  You have your group of friends, your grades are average, and you even have a best friend. It's Stan. 

Kenny turns around and waves to you, mumbling " Hey (f/n)." You just smile and grin. The more you hang out with Kenny, the more clear his words seem to you. They're still pretty muffled. But at least you don't need a translator whenever he talks to you. That and he sometimes takes that overly thick hood off.

Kenny turns to you and smiles, eyes wrinkling at the edges. His eyes have a dark shadow under them, you notice. It's pretty hard to see the shadows under his hood, but you're just barely able to. "Oversexed?"

He just shakes his head. Wow, that's a surprise. Whenever he looked tired it was usually because he'd gotten really busy with his girl the night before. The guy sleeps like a rock otherwise. 

Kenny slipped off his hood and sighed. His blond hair was messy as always, his cheek scraped from whatever accident he got in today. "I... broke up with Brittany last night.... our relationship was always just small talk and then sex..."

Your look right then was probably a mix of disbelief and confusion. "Wait, but didn't you start dating her because...well...she's a slut?" Now now, you don't want to make Kenny look bad, but he has a really bad habit of thinking with his dick. Once you even walked in on him and his ex girlfriend Kathy going at it. Your eyes felt like they were on fire for a whole week. His sex obsession honestly worries you. One day he might catch an STD from one of his girls, and he won't be able to pay for medication. Even with his side job at the clinic.

Smiling thinly he sat at the base of a tree and ignored the snow plopping onto his shoulder. "Yeah, well maybe I want someone who won't fucking cheat on me with seven other guys at the same time."

"Oh Kenny...shit man I'm sorry..." Placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing away the snow, you try not to be hurt as he shrugs and throws his hoody back over his head and pulls the drawstrings until only his eyes are visible. "Hey, check it." Breaking the silence, you pull a tuna sandwich out of your bag and hand it to him. His eyes grow wide and he lets out a muffled thanks and devours it hungrily within a minute.

"Hot damn I needed that..." He mumbles, sighing happily.

"You've been eating lately?" You ask, eyebrows creasing. He's been filling out a lot better this month, at least his ribs aren't fully visible anymore. Eating only toaster waffles must have that affect on you. Kenny just nods and lets out a happy muffled noise as you hand him another.

Who would even ever cheat on Kenny? Obviously a heartless bitch who's going nowhere in life except for hobo's nether regions. And yes you just thought of nether regions. Nasty man, nasty. 

Deciding that switching the topic would be a better idea,  you decide to bring up something you saw on the news yesterday night. "Kenny, have you heard of Mysterion? From what I heard, he was this weird child vigilante that got pretty famous when you were younger. On the news channel last night they were saying something about him coming back."

At this statement he nods, mumbling through his hood, "Aw yeah, I didn't know the M man was back. Good for him I guess..." he trailed off, busting himself with playing with his brown gloves. 

"Nnnn, it's nice to know there's really someone looking out for everybody, not just Cartman running around in thatold raccoon costume and pretending it isn't him." 

"Yeah, it is..." He finished, getting up with a stretch. "As much as I'd like to stick around, I gotta get home before Mom and Dad start fighting again."

Getting up with him you smiled, trying not to worry about his parents constant drunken fighting. (I'm sorry this damn emotional won't budge, so enjoy.     ) "Can I walk home with you? I don't really have much  do today."

Once he nods both of you start to cross the street. The rest all happened so fast. One second the roads empty except for you and Kenny, and as soon as you blink there's a car hurtling down the road, the front connecting with Kenny's parka covered chest. He goes flying about a foot before his body smacks against the road,  just to have the tires roll over him. All you can do is stand and watch, a silent scream tearing from your throat. Once the car screeches away you run towards his corpse, already knowing that he couldn't have survived. Blood and even a few teeth litter the ground, his crushed skull looking gruesomely at you. Hot tears make their way down your cheeks and pitter patter onto the ground.

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The next morning you wake up, blearily wiping your eyes. Glancing out your window, you see Kenny standing outside of it. You rush to it and throw it open, popping your head outside. "Hey Kenny! Uh, why are you so early?"

Before you know it he throws down his hood, hair messy for the third week in a row. "You don't remember do you?"

"Remember what?" You reply, (e/c) eyes hinting with confusion. Once he hears you say this, his shoulders instantly droop. He puts his hood back on, pulling the drawstring until only his eyes were visible.

"Nothing...." he mutters, walking away before you could say anything else. But before you close your window, he looks back and yells out through his parka, "I'll see you at school!"

You smile lightly. You're going to look forward to that.