A/N: Prompt for this one was EddyNazz high school fluff. The two of them discussing now more honest "scams" in particular was suggested.
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Nazz is three steps out of her classroom, chatting with a group of girls from the cheer squad over the echoes of the last bell, when color flashes by. It twists and somersaults and resolves itself into Eddy, striking a pose as he skids to a stop and points at her group with grin just the right side of smarmy.
"Ladies," he greets, all smug confidence.
As her friends burst into a round of giggles and cooed greetings in return, Nazz rolls her eyes and bites down on a grin of her own as she steps forward to wrap her arms around his neck, fluttering her eyelashes over her shoulder when his arms circle her waist in turn. There's some playful sighing and pouting, then the girls say their goodbyes, sparing a few flirty words for Eddy. He soaks up the attention like a sponge and answers in turn, striking a few more poses. Once they're gone, Eddy shrugs at Nazz in a "what can you do?" sort of way, earning another eye roll.
"Okay, Eddy," she says, trying to sound exasperated and only sounding affectionate, "what is it?"
"What's what?" he asks, eyes darted around the hall before coming back to her, wide with fake innocence.
Nazz crosses her arms and waits.
"What are you suggesting?" he demands, one hand to his chest as though scandalized. "That I'm up to something?"
Nazz quirks an eyebrow and keeps waiting.
"Wow," he says, throwing his arms up with a huff. When that doesn't get him anything but her other eyebrow going up, he turns and flounces off a couple steps, calling over his shoulder, "Can't a guy just wanna walk his– his girlfriend to her locker?"
Endeared, Nazz drops her arms and steps toward him. He still gets nervous about their official status sometimes, still sounds like he's expecting to be corrected when he mentions it. Nazz can't hold back the rush of protective affection she feels, not that she tries. She hugs him hard from behind and plants a kiss on his reddening cheek. Into his ear, she says, "I'm sorry, Eddy. It's good to see you."
He preens immediately at the words, sweeping aside his obvious awe too slow to hide it, and she leans into him harder, pulls him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. She lets him revel in his personal victory for a moment before saying, "Now, seriously, what are you up to?"
"Ugh, fine!" he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air again and wiggling out of her embrace. He doesn't go far, one arm falling across her shoulders. He's all grins again in seconds, pulling her close as he declares, "So, I've been thinking–"
"Oh, no," she groans in mock despair.
"Hey, I have it on good authority that I need to do that more. Anyway–"
They walk as he talks, illustrating his latest scheme in bright, bold words. Nazz cuddles close to his side, arm around his waist, happy just to listen for now.
