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"This is ridiculous."
"Nico," Thalia stared at the boy with her hands on her hips, "Get in the bath."
"I'm not doing it."
"Just get in the bath, Neeks." Percy lounged on a stray shower stool with a towel wrapped around his head.
"No." Nico had already scrambled to the other side of the bathroom like a cat running away from water, which was entirely unfair, Thalia had already put the shower head down.
"You agreed, Nico. We're all dying our hair."
"I never actually intended on doing it."
Thalia looked at the strands of blue peeking into her vision, then she looked at Percy's blue stained towel and T-shirt. "Are you saying we did this for nothing?"
"No. You did this because you both have a crazy obsession with the color blue."
"We can get you a different color?" Percy offered.
Nico protested. "My hair is staying the color it is."
"That color is boring." Thalia whined, "How can we match if we don't have the same hair?"
"We all had the same hair before you started this."
Thalia threw her hands out, "It's too late now!"
"Nico," Percy started, "my mother sacrificed her bathtub for this."
The bathtub was more disastrous than the towels. It was hard to believe the thing was once white. The most concerning thing was the mess of blue hand prints all over the walls. Unlike Percy, Thalia actually slipped on water, and neither of the boys had helped her when she started sliding. No, instead they laughed. And laughed. To the point that Percy started choking on his cookie.
Thalia stared at her own blue hands and came to a decision. "Okay, you've given us no choice."
Nico relaxed for a fraction of a second, but then he scanned the faces of his two cousins, he saw the mischief in their eyes. He didn't have any time to slip into a shadow because two pairs of arms were wrapped tightly around his torso.
"No! No! Get off!"
"This is on you."
"This is not on me. Don't you dare!"
Nico was dropped unceremoniously into the tub.
The screams and yells that proceeded to emerge from the bathroom were reminiscent of a horror movie.
Sally and Paul would turn to look at the bathroom door every few seconds and both silently wondered to themselves at exactly one point they should intervene.
Sally didn't even want to think about the mess they'd undoubtedly created. She'd be scrubbing for days, Lord knows none of them were efficient cleaners.
But despite the bangs and the protests and the "Did you just bite me?"s, they also heard laughter. They heard the gentle teasing and the squeals.
And when it was all done, Sally had a new photograph for her windowsil. Among the smiling faces of children wearing bright orange T-shirts there were three blue haired teenagers huddled in a bath, completely soaked and covered in bubbles.