"So... um, with Study Hall still not over..." started Doug, his memories of the make out session they had been having before Luis' prank call to bring them to the Principal's office had disrupted them, causing him to feel both rather turned on and extremely awkward around Nancy.
"Doug, look at me," said Nancy, and he complied only to find himself being kissed a moment later without warning. He pulled back in shock.
"I thought that--"
"I didn't expect--"
"Look, Doug, I figured actually kissing me might make you feel a little less awkward so we could perhaps actually talk and not get side tracked thinking about making out. Didn't realize I'd let my kissing skills go to waste over the decades that you'd react like that."
"I--I was thinking about it, but you took me by surprise is all... it was actually rather... nice," said Doug before grabbing Nancy's wrist and then sliding his other hand to the small of her back and pulling her closer to him.
"We can make out, or we can talk about what to do about all these changes the coin's made to our lives," countered Nancy as she wedged one of her hands between her back and his grip.
"O--of course... I don't know what's coming over me..." said Doug as his older more sensible self fought to take control of the situation.
"Or you know... we could do both..." suggested Nancy as she eyed an empty classroom.
Neither Doug nor Nancy's teenage sense of selves needed to be told twice before they'd snuck into the empty classroom and pulled down the shade that blocked its view from the rest of the hall so that they could re-experience the thrills of young fleeting passion once again as both felt each other's body's up and twisted tongues. The entire experience making them even hornier for one another, but thankfully the five minute warning bell toll, bringing them out of the adolescent haze they had fallen into.
"Well... if we're that good... I'm not in any rush to returning to my eighties," said Nancy.
"Nor my fifties," added Doug.
"Odd, in some weird way it's like I'm robbing the cradle with you, and yet... you're older than me right now... and that's just..."
"Weird... too weird to think about..." said Doug.
"So we've got less than five minutes... not a lot of time to chat. Let's put a pin in it until after school then?
"Sounds like an idea."
"What do you have next?"
"Band..." said Doug, surprised that this time around he'd apparently stuck with the trombone long enough to make it to the High School band, instead of quitting just two years after starting.
"I've got Graphic Design over in the computer lab. Meet me by the mascot statue out front after school dismisses, and this time we'll talk?"
"Talk and kiss?" asked Doug with a smirk.
"Talk and THEN kiss," clarified Nancy just as the bell for class dismissal rung.