To Hell and Back - Kenny x Reader

The Aftermath

The next morning, Saturday, I woke up with a mild hangover. I definitely didn't drink enough water, but at least I ate something before bed and wasn't pulling a Stan right now.

Ha. I hope that sticks.

I rolled over in bed and checked my phone. I had so many "Maybe" texts that I could print them out as a short novel. I sent Lauren a quick update text on everything before I read the other ones.

Maybe: Bebe: Hey bestie it's bebe <3 clyde gave me your # I had sm fun tn! ily let's hang soon!!

Maybe: Kyle: hey, this is Kyle! Bebe gave me your number, I was wondering if you'd want to hang out again soon, just the two of us?

Unknown: sorry for barfing on u

Gee, I wonder who that one could be!

Maybe: Craig: y/n. Its craig. Clydes not answering and bebe gave me ur number. Wake his ass up and both of u come to bennys for breakfast @10 bebe made plans

I checked time time, 9:00am. I still had some time before I had to wake Clyde up and get dressed.

I scrolled through the rest of my texts, but no "Maybe: Kenny". I didn't expect it, but I guess I had a little hope.

My mind was on him from the moment I woke up. I couldn't get past the feeling that I lost my chance to finally talk to the only person I've ever seen go through what I do. I had so many questions for him... and the least relevant one was somehow the one at the forefront of my mind.

Did he really only pull me behind the tree to try to hook up with me?

I kept thinking about what he said before he disappeared.

"Well, it was worth a shot."

Was that the only thing on his mind? Or did he just play it cool? God, this is why I didn't date. I had my fair experience with hookups and the cliché 'eighth grade boyfriend', but dating as a teenager was too much of a mental hellscape for me to reasonably consider.

I forced myself out of bed and walked across the hall to Clyde's room. I knocked, and was met with a cranky "whaaattt?"

"Clyde? Craig texted me. We apparently have plans to go to Benny's at 10?"

"Aw, crap." I heard footsteps and he opened the door, still wearing last night's outfit. "What time is it?"

"Little after 9."

"Thank god." Clyde closed the door again and I heard the bed squeak as he flopped back down onto it. "Come get me in 20 minutes."

I laughed and returned to my room to get ready for our breakfast plans. I texted Bebe back and created her contact.

Me: what are u wearing to bennys?

Bebe 💋: ims o hungo3ver

Bebe 💋: fuck i forgor

Bebe 💋: fargot

Bebe 💋: FORGOT

Bebe 💋: whateurvrs on myfl ,oor rn idk

Me: omg ok good luck girl

Okay, so that idea was out.

I poked around a little more through Clyde's sister's old clothes and settled on an old Denver Broncos crew neck sweatshirt. I layered it over a tee shirt and a pair of black biker shorts, tied my hair up into a high ponytail, and slipped on my socks and Converse. After a quick trip to the bathroom and my usual makeup routine, I didn't look half bad. I grabbed my bag and double checked that my debit card was in there. My dad's bank balance was accessible to me since I was already an authorized user on the account when he died, but everything else was tied up in the estate or with the life insurance company.