Your point of view
I was standing at the bus stop with the four boys, Kyle, Stan Cartman and Kenny. I stretched my arms and yawned as I heard my shoulders click.
"Y/n? Did you stay up late last night??" Stan asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah, My mom and dad stayed up last night and were too loud." I said rubbing my face, causing my hair to move out of my face.
"Y/n? Did they... Hit you??" Kyle asked. "You have a big black bruise on your face."
"N-No. I ran into the door this morning." I lied. "That's how tired I was."
Kyle, Stan and Cartman nodded their heads, but Kenny looked a little worried, so I flashed him a sweet smile causing his face to light up with a slight shade of pink.
The bus showed up and we climbed on. I sat up the back to be on my own but Kenny  came and sat next to me.
When I looked over at him he was staring straight into my eyes.
"I know you we're lying Y/n." He said clearly for his hood was uncovering his mouth.
"N-No I wasn't." I stuttered. "My parents would never hit me."
"Here," he said passing me a piece of paper. "Call me if anything happens. Anything!"
All I did was nod my head. He then placed his arm around my shoulder and leaned in to my ear.
"You'll always welcome at my house, even if its not in the best condition. I just want you to be safe." He whispered.
He pulled away and pulled back my hair to examine my cheek. He traced his thumb over my bruise which caused me to blush lightly. He chuckled and let my hair fall back.

<Timeskip>

School went by quickly and I had to race home quickly. I ran through the front door and up to my bedroom and locked the door. I then flopped on my bed and passed out.

Two hours later I wake up to screaming and shouting. I sigh as the tears fell down my face.
I stood up and put on my black hoodie and slipped out my bedroom window climbing down the tree. My parents would never know I was gone unless they thought I did something wrong.
I pulled out my phone and I dialed Kenny's number and it started to ring.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Four...

Beep

So much for what he said this morning, I've had it. I'm going to Stan's house.
I put Stan's number into my  phone and called him.

Once...

Twice...

Click

"Hello?? This is Stan."

"Hey Stan, its Y/n..." I said sadly into the phone.

"Oh hey Y/n, where are you? It sounds like you're outside." He said sounding worried.

"Yeah I'm outside... I'm just standing on the side of the road." I explained.

"What?! I'm coming to pick you up now okay. You can stay at my house." He offered. "Just stay where you are, are you near your house?"

"Yes I am." Then the phone clicked. He hung up??
I sat down in the cold snow and curled my knees to my chest as I let out a sad sigh.
"Y/n!? Is that you?!" Stan called from down the road.
I stood up and walked over to him. He stopped in front of me as it started to snow.
"Are you okay??" He asked. But all I did to respond was fall into his arms and pass out.

"Y/N?!?"

Kenny's point of view

I was sitting in my room reading my Playboy Magazine when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Stan.

To Kenny, Kyle and Cartman.

Guys! I was walking to find Y/n, but when I did she collapsed in my arms, she is currently unconscious in my house, if you can, please come and help. I'm freaking out!

Stan.   

Oh no! The missed call I had from before was probably from her! I shot out of bed, grabbed my Parka and jumped out my window to run to Stan's house.

When I got there I saw Cartman and Kyle standing out the front at the door.
"What's going on?! Is she okay?!" I asked in a panicked yet muffled voice
"Y/n's in my bed right now. She got too cold and collapsed." Stan said opening the door for us to come inside.
We all raced up the stairs and saw Y/n sitting there with a pale face and blue lips.
"She is freezing cold, I tried everything to warm her up but she just won't." Stan explained.

"Go get a hot water bottle Stan, Kyle you go get me a thermometer, Cartman... Uhh, just sit there and look fat." The boys, except Cartman, ran off and did as I asked.

I sat the hot water bottle on her chest and I put the thermometer in her mouth. She was very cold. But thanks to the water bottle, she was warming up slowly.
I asked Stan if I could stay the night to make sure she was OK, and he said yes.
I took off my parka and climbed into the bed and pulled her close to me.
"Y/n... Wake up..." I whispered in her ear.
She  stirred around and her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Kenny?" She whispered softly.
"Yeah its me." I smiled.
"You don't have your parka on." She said looking at my hair.
"Yeah, I don't have it on. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I feel better now." She said snuggling up closer to my chest.
"Kenny. I'm gonna sleep in my mom and dad's  room cause they're on holiday for the week." Stan said peeking his head in, "and the others have gone home, so please I'm gonna ask you one thing."
"Yeah what's that?" I asked.
"Don't fuck on my bed please. I sleep there." He said walking out with a laugh.
"Kenny." I heard Y/n's voice whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Your blonde hair is super cute." She said ad she put her fingers through my hair. "I love it."
"And I love you." I replied quickly.
"Causing her to pause what she was doing and look at me with shock.
"Did I just hear that correctly?" She asked.
"What did you hear?" I smirked.
"I love you." She said parroting me.
I placed my lips on hers and kissed her softly.
"Glad you feel the same." I chuckled.
"Damn you and your jokes Kenny." She giggled. "But yes. I do love you."
"Good. Now I get to deal with the whole parent problem." I said with an evil smirk.
"No one hurts my baby girl."