Sweet Summertime

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(Written for the pack pool party, water balloon, and backyard grilling squares on the @sterekwriters summer bingo cards. Thank you to @bleep0bleep for looking it over! Word count: 1320 (oops))

“Cannonball!”

Derek winced at the wave of water that washed over the edge
of the pool. A moment later, Erica poked her head up, laughing gaily.

“Lydia’s going to kill you if you get her bag
wet,” Derek pointed out.

Erica wiped her hair out of her face. “If she didn’t
want her bag to get wet, she shouldn’t have left it that close to the
pool.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Yeah, let me know how that
argument goes over.”

“I’m gonna kill you assholes!” Jackson yelled from
the other side of the yard.

Derek looked up to see Jackson, dripping wet, running after
Isaac and Boyd with an armful of water balloons and murder in his eyes. Isaac
and Boyd were laughing so hard they could barely run.

“Jeez, Jackson, how many did they get you with?”
Derek called.

“Fuck you, Hale!” Jackson yelled back.

“You couldn’t pay me enough to do that,
Whittemore,” Cora said, and Derek turned to see her coming out of the back
of the house with an armload of burgers and brats. “Where do you want the
meat?”

“Next to the grill,” Derek said. “It’s almost
ready.”

“Awesome.” Cora set the sheet of meat next to the
grill with an exaggerated groan. “So Allison and Miss Priss–”

Derek tugged on her ponytail. “You keep calling her that, people are going to think
you have a crush.”

Cora made a face and batted his hand away. “Allison and
Lydia are chopping up the shit for
the burgers, Melissa and Scott just rolled up with dessert, and Scott says
Stiles and the sheriff are on their way with the chips, salad, and
drinks.”

“Good.” Derek hooked his arm around her neck and
pulled her into a one-armed hug. “You want to join Erica in the
pool?”

Cora grinned and patted his chest. “Nah, I’m going to
see how fast I can pelt the boys with water balloons.”

“Oh, count me in!” Erica said, clambering out of
the pool.

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