A/N: HAPPY EARLY MOTHER'S DAY! I don't know if any of my readers are mothers… if not, happy mother's day to all your mothers. Anyway, sorry this update's a little late—crazy weekend. School play Thursday night so I couldn't let you guys know I'd be late to update, and then field trip all day yesterday where I didn't get home until late. But I'm here now, with the long awaited drabble.

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed my novel preview, I love you guys so much. I am continuing to work on it, and hopefully will get it published in the next year or so. Someone (too lazy to check who) asked how to pronounce the characters' names, so I'll tell you here:

Anyia: on-yah

Jam: just like strawberry jam

Kazina: kuh-zee-nuh

Dragoron: dra (a like apple)-gore-on

Gregoria (not a character, but same difference): gre (e like elephant)- gore- ee-uh

And I think that's it. Again thank you so much everyone who reviewed. If you missed reading the chapter and you want to see it, or you'd like to see what else I've written of the novel so far, please let me know and I'll PM it to you. Also, if I have any artists out there, I'd love you so much if you could do me a favor. If you could draw how you imagine Anyia and Jam, just so I could see how well I did with my descriptions, and then put it on deviantART or have it as your avatar temporarily just so I could see it, I would be extremely grateful, because I'm usually really bad at descriptions, and I want to see how I did.

Anyway, back to the point. Here's the next drabble, unofficially entitled: Nico Starting a Harlem Shake. Please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for what I own, and not a taco. Yeah.

Camp Half-Blood counselor meetings were pretty much the most boring things in the entire world of existent America. And Nico di Angelo hated that, by definition, he had to take part in them.

"I'M BORED!" he exclaimed as he tilted his chair back onto the floor. "Can we just go now?!"

Chiron glared at him. "Mr. di Angelo, we've been over this. We have things to discuss, therefore we must have this meeting."

"BUT IT'S BORING!" Nico complained. "And we're all together anyway, we should do something more productive, like—like—OOH!" He suddenly scrambled out of his overturned chair, looking excited. "Percy, give me your iPod!" he commanded, pointing dramatically at his cousin.

The son of Poseidon looked up guiltily. "I… don't have my iPod…"

Nico rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. I can see you playing Temple Run under the table."

"It's Subway Surfer, actually," Percy admitted.

"Just gimme it," Nico exclaimed, holding his hand out.

Percy sighed and gave his cousin the device. Nico grabbed it and turned it around, only mildly surprised at the sight of Percy's case—pink with My Little Ponies all over it. Nico raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Percy just shrugged.

The son of Hades rolled his eyes and turned the iPod back over to its screen. He slid the unlock thingy and typed in what he knew to be Percy's password: Annabeth is my Twilight Sparkle. Then he opened Percy's music and scrolled through it.

"Mr. di Angelo, what are you doing?" Chiron asked disapprovingly.

Nico ignored him and turned back to his cousin. "Seriously? You don't have this song?"

Percy frowned. "What song?"

Nico shook his head. "Never mind. I'm buying it for you."

"Wait—no—don't buy things on my iPod!"

Nico shushed him and opened iTunes on the device in his hand. He quickly found the song he needed and bought it, typing in Percy's iTunes password—I sleep with a whale pillow pet. Once the song had been successfully downloaded onto Percy's music app, Nico pressed play.

The second the song started playing, the assorted campers around the pingpong table cheered, including Chiron. Percy just groaned. "Nico, don't buy that on my iPod!"

Nico ignored him and jumped onto the table, loudly proclaiming, "Now, we dance!" followed by the music's exclamation of, "Do the Harlem Shake."

Everyone except Percy started to dance, doing all kinds of interesting moves. After a while, Percy sighed and shook his head.

"Oh, Nico," he muttered. Except no one could hear him over the loudness of their Harlem Shaking.

And from then on, counselor meetings weren't so boring after all.

A/N: There's that. Hope you liked it. Please review. Next week- Nico's first rollercoaster.