Un Amore Ansioso

by carolinemcw

Neither Lena nor Derek were expecting this, nor did they want it to happen. It might have been the last thing on their minds, but nonetheless, it finds them and eats them whole. They may not be ready for it, but they can't stop it. Through each other, they find out what living really is and that never let your past affect your future.

10. Chapter 10

Stiles

Lydia and I are on the Viking ship ride when I see them: Derek and Lena. Lena's pulling him into the ride gates and they stop in the middle, Derek pointing to the row they were standing in, while Lena points up towards Lydia and me in the top row. Derek takes in a deep breath and explains something to her, she folds her hands over his, and she whispers something to him. He nods and rolls his eyes and she drags him up to the top row. I shove myself into the corner of our seats so Lena doesn't see me.

"Hey guys!" Lydia says, scooting over to make room for the two of them and the giant pink bear Derek is holding.

"Hi Lydia," Lena says, smiling, she furrows her brows together as she peers around Lydia. "Stiles?"

"Oh, hey Lena and Derek," I chuckle, "I didn't see you there."

"We couldn't see you either, buddy, since you were hiding behind Lydia," Derek sasses me.

Lena looks at him and whispers, "Derek, be nice, you're the one who's afraid of heights."

He looks around, "I'm not afraid of heights, I don't like going up and down quickly, it makes me nauseous."

She rubs his back and I want to puke, "It's alright," she says, "I'm right here."

I gag over the edge of the ride. "Aww, aren't they just adorable, Stiles?" Lydia asks me, watching Lena and Derek be "cute" together.

"Yep," I muster, "So. Stinking. Cute."

I couldn't wait to get off that ride. It's only like a minute long ride, but it felt like years with Derek clutching onto Lena like a little baby and Lena laughing. The ride finally stopped and I bolted. I bolted for the food tent because, well, I was hungry. Bella Luca and her band were performing, so I sat in the far back so she wouldn't see me without Lena since she thought Lena was going to be a group with me the whole night.

So I sit there, in the back of the food tent, eating my fries. Alone. I looks around, everyone was with someone. Two elderly people at the table next to me were sharing a funnel cake. There were two teenagers making out against the pole on the far side of the tent. Two little kids were running around and holding hands. And where was I? Eating at a table all alone because the girl I'm in love with is dating a werewolf. I stick a French fry in my mouth and sigh at how I'm only attracted to girls who are unavailable.