He entered the living room. "What are you two fighting about?"
They both turned toward him.
"He's going out with my best friend on Friday night..." his dad said. "And he wanted to do something with her now."
"I just didn't want to watch your stupid reality show when football is on," his mom said. "I had the TV first."
"And I had company."
"Who's right, me or Riley?" his mom said.
"Lucas!" his dad, aka Riley said.
Jon shook his head. Sounds like me and Zoe, except no cursing. If Zoe didn't get at least one curse word into every sentence, it probably made her lose face with her friends.
His parents...or Lucas and Riley as they seemed to now be called, were looking to her for an answer. What do Mom and Dad usually say when I'm fighting? Jon thought. Finally, he said, "If you two are going to keep fighting about..." he guessed..." Sam, then I don't think she's going to want to hang around with either of you. Right?" He tested.
"No..." Riley said. Lucas nodded in agreement.
"So, work it out already..."
"We will," Riley insisted. "Thanks, Mom."
Jon froze. That little...witch... he thought. It wasn't bad enough his dad was starting to look like a poster child for teen fashion and his mom increasingly looked like a jock.
