Oh, more Riley plot. Lol, I remember what happens in the story but I can never remember which chapter it happens in...

Riley was almost always with Butters. Mainly because Butters would follow him everywhere. Fortunately, Riley did not mind, in fact, he had quickly grown to enjoy the other boy's company. Outside of school, the role would change, and Riley would follow Butters wherever he wanted to go, which was usually Butters' own house, and sometimes, lately, it was Brooke's house. At first, Riley was uncomfortable, but he soon began to enjoy going there as well.

The girl was tomboyish and a bit strange at times, but despite her attitude at school or around Cartman, she was actually very kind and casual. She was easy to get along with and talk to, and she never seemed uncomfortable around him. Often times, if he wasn't outside, her dog, Sniper, would be with her. He seemed a very serious dog with everyone except Brooke, whom he would stare up adoringly at. Riley was fond of animals, so he liked interacting with all of her strange pets.

Sometimes when they would go, they would encounter that girl called Lucy. Riley knew her from his class, but since he avoided people, he never realized how intelligent and polite she was. Most of the time, Lucy would stay in the shed, but other times, she would be with Brooke in her room when they arrived.

Another person who was always there was that kid, Kenny. Almost every time he and Butters went to Brooke's house, that boy would already be there. Riley noticed that, for the most part, the two of them appeared to be very relaxed around each other, but sometimes one of them, usually Kenny, would get nervous and antsy. He also noticed that the two of them usually sat very close to each other. So close at times, that they would be touching or leaning against each other. It was funny to him, because he had also realized that Brooke was not particularly fond of people touching her, but she seemed to be making an exception.

Another thing that Riley often did was sleep over at Butters'. He never asked to, nor did he ever assume, but Butters would usually ask if he wanted to. Actually, sometimes, ever since he learned a tad bit about Riley's father, he would insist that Riley stay, almost begging him to. Riley would agree most of the time; one, to appease Butters, and two, it was an excuse to avoid his father for a little longer. Unfortunately, he still had to return home sometimes. If he didn't, his father would certainly not take it lightly.

It had actually been about a week since Riley had stayed over at Butters' house, and after school that Friday, Butters had asked if he wanted to stay the weekend. "You ask me every weekend," Riley said. "Even on some school nights. Doesn't that bother your parents?"

"I don't think so," he replied. "They never say no. Oh, but my dad said he's going to start claiming you on his taxes or something."

Riley snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. "Sure. But I have to go pick up some stuff at my house first."

"I'll come with you!"

He flinched. "Eh, no, that's okay. I'll just meet you at your place."

"It's okay if you don't want me to meet your dad. I can wait outside while you go in and get your stuff."

"The neighborhood itself is not so great, either…"

"Well," he twiddled his thumbs. "I don't want you to go alone…"

"Butters…" Riley let out a defeated sigh. "Okay… But stay close to me, and DON'T wander off or talk to anybody."

"Okay." He smiled and grabbed Riley's hand. This was a habit that he had only recently started. When they would walk together, Butters would lightly hold Riley's hand the whole way.

Riley kept quiet the whole walk to Locke. As usual, Butters did most of the talking. Normally, Riley would add in little responses or remarks, but today he only listened numbly. As they turned down Locke Boulevard, he paused a moment to make sure that no one too bad was out and about before leading Butters along the tree-shaded sidewalk towards the other end of the place. Butters had stopped talking, and Riley could feel him tighten his hold on his hand as he glanced around nervously at the silent neighborhood.

"I told you…" Riley mumbled. He gave Butters' hand a comforting squeeze and gently pulled him closer as they walked. "Don't look around so scared-looking."

Butters focused his attention on the ground, trying not to look over at anyone that they passed. "You really do walk a long way," he said, trying to distract himself.

"It's good cardio," Riley said, and Butters couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.

They finally stopped at an old house that may have been white at some point in time, but was now yellowed and green with moss. The grass was almost as tall as them and filled with spikey weeds and thistles that were trying to overtake the stone pathway to the door. The mailbox was bent, looking as though it had been hit by something, and the little red flag dangled loosely from it. The front door looked like it had been attacked a few times as well.

Riley walked him all the way up to the front door then stopped and slipped his hand from Butters' grasp. He turned to him. "Wait here. Don't leave this spot. No matter what," he said firmly. "I'll only be a little bit."

"Okay," Butters nodded and watched him go inside. Suddenly feeling frightened without Riley by his side, he turned his back to the house so that he could face the neighborhood. He felt uneasy, like something was going to try and sneak up on him, and he was kind of glad that the grass was so tall, because it hid him from most of the neighborhood's sight. He tensed a little as a girl started walking over from across the street.

She looked about his age, maybe a little older, with tan skin and long black hair. She wore tight shorts and a loose red shirt that hung off her right shoulder, exposing a black strap over her shoulder. There was a strange, sweet smell coming from her that mingled with the scent of smoke. "You look lost," she said to him.

"Um, I-I'm just waiting for Riley." He took a small step back.

"Yeah. I saw you walking with him over here. I guess he's going make sure that his dad's not home, right?"

"Huh?"

"You seem nervous," she smirked. "Is it your first time? Don't worry. I've been with Riley before. He's a lot gentler than he seems like he would be."

"W-What are you talking about?"

She tilted her head at him. "Sex, dummy. What else?"

"Oh!" He took another step back. "Oh, uh, I'm… Wha- What?"

She stared at him, wide-eyed, for a second then laughed. "Oh! Is that not what's going on? My bad. He never hangs around anyone unless it's for something like that, so I just assumed. Well then, if it's not that, then what are you doing here?"

He was very anxious all of a sudden after hearing what she said. "I – I just…um…well ya see, we're friends and –"

"Friends?" she looked amazed. "Really? But Riley always hated the idea of friends. Are you sure you didn't misunderstand something?"

"What do you mean?"

"Wow, you're really innocent, aren't you?" She moved closer to him, gently pushing him against the wall of the house and leaning against him. "That's cute. Why don't you come over in the corner with me?"

"Uh, I-I'm not supposed to leave this spot!"

"That's fine," she smiled. "We can play right here."

"B-But…Wha- What are you gonna do?"

Before she could answer, the front door opened and Riley stepped out. He felt an immediate rush of fury and heat pass through him upon seeing the girl. "What the hell are you doing here?! I told you not to fucking come around here anymore!"

She pushed herself away from Butters and clicked her tongue. "I was just coming see if this new kid here wanted to play."

"Get away from him!" Riley snapped and stepped between them. "Get the fuck out of here!"

"You're no fun anymore." She shot him a glare and left them.

"Stupid fucking bitch," Riley muttered furiously to himself and hefted his bag over his shoulder. "Let's go, Butters." He walked away quickly.

Butters flinched from the anger in his tone, but hurried after him anyway. He followed a few steps behind Riley, watching him nervously and not saying anything until they had turned down a few more streets away from Locke. "R-Riley?"

"Didn't I tell you not to talk to anyone?" Riley suddenly halted and turned to snap at him.

He flinched. "I-I didn't mean to! I mean, she just – I…I'm sorry."

He looked away, suddenly feeling bad for yelling at him.

Butters shifted his feet nervously. "Was…was she your girlfriend? O-Or, ex-girlfriend?"

"No," he said firmly. "She never was. We were never even friends." He paused then asked slowly, "What did she tell you?"

"Um… She…asked why I was there. A-And said that – that you only bring people home to…um…to…and that you and her… Is that true?"

Riley knew exactly what he was trying to say. He clenched his fists, refusing to even look in Butters' direction, and kept walking. "I'll tell you later."

"Riley…" Butters said. "You…you can trust me."

"I said later!" He stopped and stomped his foot, causing Butters to jump back with a frightened squeak. Riley stood there for a long minute then quietly said over his shoulder, "I'll tell you later tonight. Whatever you want to know. Just…later."

They stood there silently for several more minutes before Butters went over to him and carefully slipped his hand into Riley's. Without another word, they continued walking.

The rest of the afternoon was silent between the two of them, and Riley wouldn't even look at Butters. This made Butters worried, feeling like Riley was mad at him. They had gone to bed early that night, but neither of them felt very tired. They were laying in the bed side-by-side each other with their heads propped up against the headboard, silently staring ahead at nothing until Riley spoke up.

"Well? What do you want to know?"

Surprised, Butters turned his head to look at him, but Riley was still staring ahead at nothing in particular, his expression unreadable. He looked down at his hands, trying to think of how to word his questions. "You and that girl…you've done…you had, um…"

"Yes."

He winced a little. "Oh… And you've…done it with other people, too?"

"Yes."

His stomach felt fluttery from some reason. "Oh. H-How many people?"

Riley took a moment to answer. "I don't remember."

"Oh… Did you…like it?"

"No. I didn't like it, and didn't like any of them."

He looked over at him again. "Really? Then…w-why did you do it? I mean, I-I thought people did that if they…you know…"

Riley subconsciously grabbed at his own forearm. "It was just…one of a few things I would do to…distract myself. At least, for a little bit."

"Distract yourself from what?" He noticed Riley's movement.

Riley hesitated. "From my…"

"From your dad?"

He shot a quick glance over at Butters and just as quickly looked away again. "Yeah…"

Butters stared at Riley's arm. He was starting to put some pieces together, and it made him scared for his friend. "When's the last time you –"

"It's been a while," he told him.

"Oh. Um, are we going to…to do that?"

Riley slowly looked over at him. He looked very tired all of a sudden. "Do you want to?"

"Uh, o-oh, um…I-I don't know, um… D-Do you?"

"No." He rolled over on top of him, hiding his face in Butters' neck. "Well, maybe…when we're older."

"Oh!" Butters felt his face and the inside of his chest heat up. "Well, okay. Um, how much older?"

Riley huffed, trying not to laugh at the question. "Old enough."

Butters had another question he desperately wanted to asked, but he was afraid that it would ruin this moment. He'd never felt so warm before. "Riley," he said at last.

"Mm?"

"If your dad is so mean to you, a-and he hurts you…why don't you tell someone?"

"I'm too afraid."

"But what if they could help?"

He nuzzled his head deeper into Butters' neck and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "No. I don't want to."

"Well, okay…" Butters hugged him, too. "But I'm here for you. If – If you ever need help, you can call me, a-and I'll come get you. No matter what. Because I-" he hesitated a moment. "You're my best friend, Riley."

It was so quiet after he had said this. He thought that maybe Riley had fallen asleep, so he just laid there feeling the other boy's heartbeat. Then, he felt another fluttery rush as he heard Riley say very quietly, "Thank you."

To be continued…

So cute, so gay, so sad... Really though, Riley's been through and done some fucked up shit for a kid. Locke is an awful neighborhood. Actually, there's Locke Boulevard, where Riley lives, but the surrounding area is generally known as Locke. I guess you could call it a town or something, and the boulevard itself is on the border of Locke and South Park. A very big chunk of Locke's residents are children and teens rather than adults. Most of Locke is abandoned and falling apart and a smog of smoke and pollution keeps the area in overcast shadows.