"I don't work with Satan."
"He's your father, Jason."
"Pssh! i think you pronounced 'jackass' wrong."
"Jason!"

Jason and his mother were bickering, Jason tried to keep it down so he wouldn't ruin the mood of everyone here, but he was starting to get heated. "You know, fathers remember to pick up their sons at a dentist appointment when they are 10. They are supposed to give them birthday presents that isn't a newspaper with him winning a case as the front page just so he can rub it in my face that he's getting money. They also don't leave a god damn family for weeks without telling them that it was for a case in Europe!" He exploded. "So no. I'm not going to be helping him in a case. I'm not going to talk to him about the case. I'm not going to even talk to him. And you can tell him that if he really wanted me to help him, he would have called himself!" He said, loosening his collar. It was silent for a while. "Mom... I'm sorry... but i won't forgive him... I won't forget all the shit he has done to you, and to me, and to innocent people who shouldnt have lost cases against him... goodbye." And with that he hung up. 

He probably broke his mother's heart... It hurt him... but if she was going to side with his dad, he wasn't going to bother. He let out a large breath, running a hand through his hair. He made his way in to the master bedroom. He was told that the honor was all his the day he asked everyone about room arrangements. It was styled as a beach house style. fishing nets were hung on the wall, mounted fish of the ones he caught which weren't much. Pictures of Holden and Nick in college, laughing at a joke Nick said right before the picture was taken. school pictures of him with Mo, or Sunny, or Lucas, some of his older friends. He had a few pictures with Rob during a celebration party after he cleared his name, but Anna rarely took pictures with him. He usually cussed him out when he tried. He loves his friends to death, all of them. 

The large bed was in the back center, a television on the opposite wall. He had some posters of his favorite bands, or autographs of famous actors or athletes from his attorney days. It felt like a teenager's room, but also a young bachelor's. He made his way into the closet,setting down the coffee on the counter before he went in, and changed in to a purple v-neck, some beige shorts, and some gray skater shoes. He then walked down the stairs, trying to get the look of anger off his face, hoping no one heard him scream, which probably was a lost cause... He finally took a sip of the drink Mo made. She was a genius at making brilliant creations like this. He decided to sit on the couch, leaning his head back, and looking up at the tall ceiling, trying to forget the phone call so he can get back to being with his friends with a happy attitude.