"Stiles!"

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

It was finally here. The pack had been planning a road trip to an amusement park for the past couple of weeks and now it was finally here. With careful planning and getting the ok from their parents and of course, their alpha, the pack was ready to go.

"Hurry up! We're going to leave without you!" the voice shouted up the stairs.

With one last glance around his room, Stiles ran out of his bedroom door, flew down the stairs, out of the front door and stopped just in time to stop himself from hitting the van. The other pack mates were already seated and ready to go when Stiles piled into the passenger seat.

"Where's Derek?" Stiles questioned, noticing that the alpha was not in the driver's seat.

"He had to talk to your dad about something." Scott replied, and then was sucked back into the world of Allison.

The teen in the front seat turned to face the front, trying to avoid the sight of his friend's game of tonsil hockey with Allison and Jackson and Lydia's kissy-faces.

'Great, I have to listen to that the whole ride to the amusement park.' Stiles thought to himself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Derek emerged from the confines of the Stilinski residence, shook his father's hand and headed towards the van, getting in.

Stiles' curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask what that was all about.

"Derek, what were you and my dad talking about?"

Derek looked at the younger teen, then back to the front and started the van, starting the tow hour trip to the park.

The teen, for once, even though it was killing him inside, decided to let it go for now and ask about it later.

Five minutes into the trip, Stiles started to get fidgety. He started bouncing his legs, touched everything in sight and flipped through all the radio stations, five times.

Derek was beginning to get agitated. He reached his right hand over to the bouncing teen, and placed it on his knee. It seemed to work for only a second.

With a heavy sigh, Derek looked at the teen. "Stiles, why don't you try and sit still?"

Without a word, the younger teen tried to calm down, which made Derek happy… until he heard drumming.

He looked back towards the kid. Stiles was drumming on everything his hands could get to: the dashboard, his thighs, the seat, window, heck, he was even leaning down to drum on the floor. The alpha was trying hard not to slam the kid back into the seat.

After a few more minutes of the continuous drumming, Derek had enough and demanded that the teen to stop moving.

"STILES!" Derek's voice rocked the vehicle, and the others in the back, along with Stiles.

"Derek, what the hell?" Scott yelled at his alpha. He was then met with the crimson eyes of Derek and backed off.

Stiles was still motionless. "What?" he questioned.

"Stiles, can you just try and sit still? We're almost to the park."

Stiles sighed. 'This is one heck of a ride. Ride, hmm, wonder what we're going to do first? I want to ride that really fast rollercoaster, Wonder if Derek will ride it with me? He's always a sour wolf and never smiles, laughs or changes his expression. Whatever, I'm forcing him to go on that one ride that goes 'WEEEEE!'' Stiles thought to himself, bringing a smile to his face.

Derek notices this and wants to ask what the teen is thinking about, but he figures that he'll let the other keep thinking. If Stiles was thinking, it meant he wasn't speaking. Derek started to drift off into his own little world thinking of the teen sitting beside him when a voice brought him back to reality. It was Stiles…again.

"Der, are you even listening to me?"

Derek smirked and looked towards Stiles.

"Der, I need to pee."

Once again, Derek let out another sigh. "Hold it" he told Stiles.

Stiles looked at him confused and a little bit angry. "Derek! I need to pee, now!"

"Stiles, we're almost there, just hold it"

The whining teen started to move and crossed his legs.

"Please Derek? I really have to go, like now"

"Stiles, I told you, we're almost to the park, it won't be that much longer and then you can go to the bathroom." The alpha informed Stiles.

Stiles, who was becoming more uncomfortable by the second, leaned over, grabbed the steering wheel from Derek's grips. There was a battle for dominance of the wheel.

"Stiles! Let go of the wheel!" Derek demanded.

"NO! I told you I have to pee!"

To Derek's surprise, Stiles managed to gain control of the steering wheel. Derek's eyes grew wide as the teen turned the wheel sharply and went across two lanes of traffic. As soon as the van was off to the stop, not even parked, the teen jumped from the moving vehicle.

"What the hell?" Jackson, breaking free of Lydia's lips from slamming into the side of the vehicle, called out.

"Hey! What's going on?" Allison asked, stopping mid-kiss.

Derek put the van in park. He rubbed his hand across his face and just waited for Stiles to come back.

A few minutes later, Stiles started walking back to the van looking content, hopped back into the passenger's seat, slammed the door and told Derek that he could continue the trip.

"Was that really necessary Stiles?" Derek asked.

Stiles just smiled. "I told you I had to pee."

"Well, maybe next time you shouldn't drink all of that water before you get into a car for a car ride that will take two hours."

"Whatever, just drive."

A few minutes later, Stiles, who was trying to stay occupied, looked out the window at the scenery passing before him. He turned again to face Derek.

"Derek?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "What is it now Stiles?"

"Are we there yet?"