Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I know it's been a while since I've done anything on this website, but I was having a throwback day the other day, and I heard the song "I'm Blue," by Eiffel 65, and my new headcanon is that Percy and his mom totally know all of the words. Because they're total nerds, let's be honest.

So, here you go! A new one-shot featuring our favorites! And who's ready for PJO Ship Weeks, starting this month? Week one features my favorite PJO mom - The one and only Sally Jackson! Or FIFA? Because I'll be watching soccer all day, every day.

DISCLAIMER: MY NAME'S. NOT. RIIIIIICK! And I'm not Eiffel 65, either. I promise.

Blue

Percy came home from Camp Half-Blood to a brand-new apartment. I hadn't been sure if he would be coming home for the school year, so the room that was to be his remained pretty bare, save the bed and some boxes that lay in a stack along the wall, filled with his old possessions.

Percy wanted to paint his room blue, to resemble his cabin back at camp. When he told me, I wasn't surprised in the least. Blue was his favorite color - coincidentally as the son of Poseidon - and ever since we'd made blue pancakes to spite my horrible ex-husband, Gabe. Before, in our old apartment, Percy hadn't been able to do anything to his room, mainly because he'd gone to a boarding school and Gabe had taken it over as his own personal "study." Now that it was just the two of us again, Percy took the opportunity to truly make the space his own.

After we'd gotten permission from the landlord, we took a trip to Home Depot to pick up a couple of cans of cerulean and ocean blue paint, some roller brushes, and a tarp for the floor. My thirteen-year-old wasn't starting school for a few more weeks, and I thought it would be best to get the painting over with before he had to go back.

So, we found ourselves moving the little furniture that was in his room, T-shirt sleeves rolled up, barefoot on the tarp, my hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, our shirts and shorts and hands stained with blue paint. I had my Now That's What I Call Music, Volume 4, CD playing throughout the apartment as we worked, and Percy and I had had taken frequent breaks in our painting to dance.

My son smirked as he brought the roller down on the wall, leaving a decently straight path of paint behind, recognizing the familiar piano riffs of the next track. "Yo, listen up, here's the story about a little guy that lives in a blue world."

I laughed at how appropriately timed the song was, and I answered with "And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue, like him, inside and outside."

"Blue his house," Percy smirked.

"With a blue little window," I added.

"And a blue Corvette -"

"And everything is blue for him-"

"And his self-"

"And everybody around - "

"Cuz he ain't got nobody to listen…" Percy paused as the song faded out for a few beats, before the two of us broke out in the nonsensical chorus:

"I'm blue, da ba dee da ba die,

Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die,

Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die,

Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die."

Percy grabbed my arm, laughing wholeheartedly, pulling me into an awkward one-armed dance, since there was still a paintbrush in his hand. We sang the lyrics as the chorus repeated itself, falling into a mediocre square dance, arms hooked together as we spun each other around.

"I have a blue house with a blue window," I started the bridge.

"Blue is the color of all that I wear," Percy answered.

"Blue are the streets and all the trees are, too."

"I have a girlfriend, and she is so blue."

As we continued filling in the lyrics, in the back of my mind, I realized how dorky we would've looked to any outsiders. Why did we know all of the lyrics, and why were we so perfectly synchronized in singing them to each other?

Percy seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he just broke out laughing in the middle of the lyrics. "We're such nerds," he chuckled. His face was slightly flushed with laughter, and his green eyes were bright.

"I, personally, enjoy being a nerd," I replied, ruffling his hair. He smirked as he batted my hand away.

We continued singing through the chorus, and at one point, Percy noticed the paint all over his arms and hands, and shook them out getting small droplets of cerulean on my face. I grimaced, pulling back and wiping the paint from my brow, good-naturedly smearing some on Percy's cheek.

My son chuckled and responded by wiping some paint on my chin, and it eventually ended in the two of us covered in cerulean.

The chorus returned, and we shared another dance with each other, with difficulty holding each other's arms, due to the excessive amount of paint on our skin. Percy laughed as he spun under my arm (and out of my hand, as I lost my grip on it).

I started the bridge again with him, and he answered my lyrical calls with a broad smile, before we finally ended with the chorus. I felt like I was in high school again, with my friends in our gym at junior prom, dancing badly but not caring, because we were dancing badly together: Keyword: Together.

"I'm blue, da ba dee da ba die

"Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die

"Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die

"Da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die."

The song ended with the two of us panting, all but collapsing to a sitting position on the floor, covered in paint, but laughing. I try to run a hand over Percy's hair, but he ducks and smirks. "The last thing I need is that stuff in my hair, Mom," he mutters, wrinkling his nose.

"I thought you were blue," I joked.

He rolled his eyes and wiped his brow as the next song started. "You're not funny," he told me, but there was a small half-smile on his face as he wiped his hands off on his shorts, leaving streaks of blue. "Can we take a break? I can't take the smell of paint anymore."

I laughed and pulled him up. "Yeah, come on."

Tell me what you thought of this! Hopefully I get more stuff done this summer! I'm trying, I promise! Thanks so much for patience and love!

(And can I please recommend The Halls of Larson, by JP Lacey? Because I think I have, but I can't stress enough how awesome this story is. Okay.)

Love,

Mandi