A/n-so time to start a new story- I know that everyone is waiting for the final chapter of Who's Crying Now and I promise that its coming but its been so damn hard to write because I know what's coming and yeah…that being said I need to have something happy to set off that chapter…not to freak anyone out cause I already have the first chapter of the sequel to Who's Crying Now written. Anyways I've bitched enough about this- so as always please read and review and let me know what you all thing of this, I'd really appreciate it and as always thank you to my amazing beta Suckerfordelena whom without I probably wouldn't be posting everything as fast as I do.

Your song

Chapter 1 -I'm with you

Elena Gilbert sighed, her gaze turning towards the ever changing landscape in the bus window making her feel all the more melancholy. Shaking her head she turned her attention back to the blank page in front of her, tapping the pen uselessly against the paper. She had promised Meredith Fells, her agent, a new song before they got to the next venue but so far nothing had really come to her- not for a lack of trying- but her muse just wasn't with her. The first few songs had come easily enough and before she knew it she had written a hit song but the more that she tried to force it the more that she seemed to be clamming up. Groaning softly she pulled her knees up to her chest, the notebook falling to the side as she turned back to staring out the window. She should be happy, she knew that she should- not people would kill for the opportunity that she had but she didn't really feel it anymore. She had told Meredith in the beginning that she didn't want to tour, it wasn't that she didn't love her fans, she did, it was just the thought of being on the road for days on end, sleeping in one hotel room to the next that was slowly driving her insane...well that and her bus mates.

The second that Meredith had told her she was touring with the Italian rock gods known as Kompulsion she was excited, it was her first time touring with someone that was actually well known... and then she met them that was and then she just wanted to kill them. Klaus Mikalson was the drummer of the band, the loud mouthed, crude ladies-man that had treated her like she was property instead of the second headliner. After Klaus was Elijah, his brother and the bassist- the man didn't say much and it was something that Elena had come to respect from him, he could silently sit in a room with her and it didn't bother her but with any of the others that just wasn't the case. The lead guitarists were both just as equally annoying- Stefan Salvatore and Ric Saltzman were enough to make anybody scream, but it was the lead of the band that really made Elena contemplate jumping in front of the bus. Damon Salvatore was egotistical, dark, mysterious and sexy as all get out, but he was also cruel and sharp spoken- something that Elena couldn't look past. She was stoked when Meredith had said she was going to be touring them- despite the fact that she hated touring she loved their music and couldn't wait to meet the men that had defined her teen years in lyrics that nobody else could come close too- but then she met them and the rose colored glasses had been ripped off and all she had left was the bitter realization that while their music meant something to her, she meant absolutely nothing to them- just another obsessed little fan girl that wasn't worth the air it took to speak to her.

Swearing softly to herself she tried not to let it bother her, tried to not think about how quickly she had been shot down by Damon before she had even gotten the chance to utter the words I love your music. He had cut her off with a swift glare, told her that he wasn't to be bothered and had stormed to the back of the tour bus. Chewing on her bottom lip she signed softly once more, that had been three days ago and since then things hadn't gotten much better. Damon, her idol, had turned out to be even more of a dick then she thought he could be- the epitome of a rock god, he reminded her of the horror stories that she had heard about artists like Axel Rose. Shaking her head to clear all her thoughts about Damon Salvatore she bent over to grab the pen that had fallen to the ground, jumping startled when she heard a voice that she wasn't expecting.

"Damn if only you would do that a bit more often, its one hell of a view..." Flushing a bright red Elena sat up, the pen on the floor be damned, and covered her chest with her hands. Swallowing she tried to not to think about the fact that her throat had gone dry and she couldn't think of what she wanted to say and it was all because of how Damon was looking at her. Sure he had been an ass to her, but they were in the middle of nowhere and she was the only female on the bus (even her whole band was male) and that meant that she could only imagine what they were thinking of her with their undersexed little brains. She swallowed again, feeling more than a little embarrassed as his eyes scanned over the length of her body. "Not bad."

And then he was walking towards the front of the bus, presumably to talk to the driver and Elena was left there with burning cheeks and a feeling of being naked while fully clothed. Licking her lips she cast her head to the side to look at where he was, wondering how he had gone from being such a dick to her to admiring what she looked like.

You're the only female on the bus!

Scolding herself she bent down again the retrieve the fallen pen before glancing back at the notebook, wishing that she would stop getting distracted. She had promised Meredith and she only had six hours left- barely enough time to get the lyrics down, let alone a melody. Tapping the pen against the paper again and let out a slow breath and tried to not let her eyes stray to the front of the bus again- it wouldn't do her any good to look that direction. Leaning down she scribbled down a few words as she hummed to herself-

Cause nothing's going right and everything a mess

And no one wants to be alone...

She froze as she felt soft breathing on the back of her neck a moment before fingers traced over the skin of her shoulder.

"Interesting place to start." He breathed into her ear, a shiver crawling over her skin as he did. He was smirked as he walked past her, humming softly to himself and looking so damn smug that it angered her. Chucking the notebook across the room at the door that he walked into she curled her legs back up against her chest- he was so damn confusing...hot one moment, cold the next and she wasn't sure what to expect anymore. Glancing back at the door that he had disappeared through and the notebook on the floor she debated getting up to go get it before deciding to hell with it, Meredith could deal, she was to stressed, to angry to write at the moment and besides, what kind of song could she manage to produce if her thoughts were centered on Damon Salvatore? Swearing again she turned to look back out the window, watching the sun set across the desert landscape. Three days down, sixty three more to go.