Isis X Morgan 3.0

[Morgan]

“Oh, I have plenty of friends.” Derrick looked over towards Ava as she got comfortable just a few feet away from him.
“Lame teachers? Are you calling me lame?” He asked with a pout as he found himself scouting closer towards her. Out of a need to be closer to her that he just couldn’t satisfy he laid down just a little distance away from Ava, but stretched just enough so that his hair teased the skin of her lower calf. Laying completely down at this point he crossed his arms over his stomach and threaded his fingers together there.
“Ok, it’ll be our little secret.” He finally said, his eyes wide as he took in the evening sky.

[Isis]

"Of course I'm calling you lame," Ava said, her voice cracking just the slightest bit on the last word as his hair grazed the skin on her calf. It was absolutely mad to think that something so simple could send shivers down her spine, but it had happened. She couldn't decide if she found it amazing or just annoying. The only other person she had ever had such a strong draw to was the same person she had shared the womb with. It was just strange to think that there might be another person in the world she could grow that close to.
Jay brought himself into a cross-legged sit next to Ava, his knee touching her hip. They almost always sat so close that they were touching. Their elementary school teachers had scolded them for it time and time again, but it had remained a habit that would likely never break. He wondered how Derrick would fit into that, or if he even wanted to. Everything thus far told him that Derrick didn't. Even now the man was keeping his distance, but then again, there wasn't much.
"So Derrick, tell us something interesting about you," Jay said into the quiet. "Anything that you think is even remotely interesting."