These teens had one rule to follow after they find themselves trapped in one of their favorite television shows. To not become some main attraction and affect the plot. To stay out of everything.
Too bad that they couldn't follow it.
Season 2-Curr...
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Camille was laying in bed that night and quickly sat up, she looked over at the time. It was probably one in the morning and she noticed that Billy hadn't come in. She quickly got up from the bed and checked outside for his car. But didn't see it. Panic was definitely running through her. There was no way he went out and still got murdered by whatever snagged him in episode one. He was never going out to meet with Mrs. Wheeler.
Iris woke up to use the restroom only to see that Camille was sitting on the VHS bench by the window in the living room, "Hey, Cam? You okay?"
"Billy's not home."
"Mm." Iris mumbled without really thinking about it, "Why would he be out so late?"
Camille gave Iris an exasperated look, "Do you think he still died?"
Iris was finally entirely awake now as she thought of what Camille just said, "Oh shit, was that supposed to happen tonight?"
"Yeah, and his camaro isn't in out there and I'm basically freaking out-"
"Hey, it's going to be okay." Iris walked over and immediately wrapped an arm around Vivian, "He didn't flirt with Mrs. Wheeler, he didn't ask to meet her at a hotel. He wouldn't be out there."
"Then where is he?" Camille finally asked, she turned her head to look at Iris but couldn't handle it and just hugged her, "He's not parked at home. He usually just sleeps here because he feels safe. But I woke up by myself."
"Did he say what he was doing after work?"
Camille shook her head, training her eyes back out the window, "No. I didn't ask."
"You didn't ask what your boyfriend was doing?"
"I didn't think I'd have to ask about my boyfriend's whereabouts."
"Okay, Billy is like head-over-heels in love with you-" Iris scooted away a little bit, her hands on her lap now, "So he'd never do a thing like cheat-"
"This isn't helping."
"I was going to say that shouldn't be something you should be worried about." Iris finished, realizing she was doing anything but soothe Camille's worries, "But I just feel like if your boyfriend is doing shit that you don't know about-"
"Still not helping, Iris." Camille sighed heavily, she stood abruptly when Billy pulls into the driveway.
Iris watched silently as well, but stood when Camille got up, "Hey, don't just-"
Camille went running over to where Billy was, which made him absolutely confused, "Dimples, what are you doing up so-"
"Are you okay?" She demanded when she saw him covered in dirt and had a cut on his forehead, "What happened?"
"I-" Billy winced a bit as he touched his head, "I'm fine. I got into a wreck on the way home."
"Are you sure?" Camille pressed as she looked over at him. He wasn't dead. He was standing in front of her and he was breathing. But he was injured. He still crashed.
