A/N: Good gracious, I almost forgot. This is what happens when you see Chronicle and are blown away by how amazing of a movie it is. Go. See. It. Anyway, enjoy!

Title: Salvation
Author: perfectlyinsanex
Word Count: 1,700.
Summary: Stefan Salvatore, Tyler Lockwood, and Matt Donovan are the newest and hottest alternative band. When Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes decide to hit up every show on their tour, things are bound to get interesting.
Rating: T just to be safe. Some chapters will vary.
Pairings: It's like... a triangle of love in this story.

Saturday, June 16, 2012. Vegas, Nevada.

I groaned as I woke up, light flooding through the window above my head. I shifted and saw Jamie's naked body tangled in my sheets.

Now I was beginning to get sick of this.

You see, Jamie and I knew each other before Salvation got started. We went to the same high school. Having many of the same classes, a friendship ultimately grew. She was actually the one who gave us the idea of a band. Everything else happened at the perfect time. Getting heard playing at a birthday party, getting an iTunes single, blah blah.

With so much success coming at us at once, I felt invincible. So when I got completely and utterly drunk and hooked up with Jamie after our CD was released, I didn't really give a shit. Things happen, no feelings were involved. Friends with benefits type of thing. But when Tyler heard Jamie talking on the phone and saying we were together, I panicked. I tried to explain that she wasn't my type. She wouldn't have any of it. In her mind, we were perfect. So I asked her out. It's not like I've found the perfect girl yet. And I'm not the type to sleep around.

She groaned and stretched, flipping onto her side. I sighed, got up, and found some boxers before sitting at the tiny booth. Outside the window, the world rushed past. A dark red Jeep rushed up to the side of our bus. I glanced at the blonde in the passenger seat and instantly grew warm. I anxiously looked for the brunette. What are the odds of seeing those beautiful women again? Sighing again, I watched them speed off, hoping to see them at the next show.

/

"I feel like a stalker."

"We're not."

"We're creeping up the side of their van."

"So? Damn these tinted windows!"

Caroline sighed beside me and leaned her head against the seat. I looked at her and sped down the highway.

I took her hand and gave it a small squeeze. "You look tired," I stated.

She rolled her head against the seat to look at me. "I am. We had to experience Vegas for all its worth though."

I smiled, remember fondly. It was amazing how long legs and cleavage could get you into any club. Plus the fact that Caroline looked like a sinful pleasure in her little black dress.

Many free beers and shot later, we were passed out in the back of my car. Four hours later, here we were, hung over but recuperating. Thank God for Dunkin' Donuts.

"I can't believe I didn't have a one-night stand," Caroline murmured, looking thoughtful.

"Proves you love me more. You'd rather sleep with me in the back of my car."

Her laugh rang out. "Of course. You're so sexy when you're stumbling around, drunk off your ass," she teased.

I rolled my eyes, smiling slightly, as my foot increased pressure on the gas. We flew past the bus before getting off three exits later. A gas station stood by itself on the side of the intersection.

"Can we get a shower? I feel disgusting," Caroline asked, looking up and down the road for a hotel.

"Sure, let me just get gas." As I slid my debit card and watched the total rise and rise, I looked back in the car and saw Caroline messing around with my iPod. I smiled. I still didn't know what the other night meant. She's my best friend and it's not like I minded when I kissed her. Girls kiss girls all the time. But it doesn't mean anything. It was probably just another step in our friendship.

The gas handle clicked. I put it back, grabbed my receipt, and jumped in the car. "Seventy-five fucking dollars," I said to Caroline.

"That's why you don't buy a Jeep," Caroline sang. I growled and put the car into drive, speeding off to find a motel. "You know," Caroline continued, "we should really buy our own soap and shampoo. The hotel ones smell like nothing. You just smell clean."

I nodded. "Yeah, we can." I quickly whipped into a parking lot. "Ready?"

"Of course."

We got out and ran to a door. I knocked quietly and after five minutes, nobody answered. "Perfect." A cart started rattling on the sidewalk in front of the doors. A girl our age was pushing it.

"Shit, please tell me you have the key," Caroline spoke quickly, distress sleeping into her voice.

I looked up at her, alarmed. The girl slowed, watching us. "No, I gave it to you."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Caroline dug through her purse again. Her hand came up, grasping nothing. The girl inched closer, a cord hitting the wheel over every crack in the sidewalk. I glanced out of the corner of my eye. "I bet that guy took it," Caroline muttered, her hand to her forehead. "He seemed like a creep."

"You guys okay?" The girl had edged even closer, a couple of feet away.

"It seems we lost our key," I spoke up. A frown came over my face.

"Some asshole was dancing way too close and I kept telling him to fuck off but I guess he must have snatched my key. I have no fucking clue why," Caroline said, a hint of hysteria creeping into her voice.

"Oh God, I hate when that happened," the girl agreed, rolling her eyes. "The guys around here are pigs. Here." She got her master key and unlocked the door. I held it partially closed. Don't want her seeing the lack of bags or anything.

"Thank you so much," Caroline gushed. She hugged her, pressing her body flush against the girl. Hallie, as her nametag said, blushed before hugging her back. I slipped in the room before Caroline stepped in a second after me.

"What was that?" I asked curiously.

"The hug?" I nodded. "She was definitely checking you out the entire time. So I gave her a little something." She glanced up at me. "You jelly?"

I laughed. "You know I am. I want to feel that tight body against mine."

She smirked and wiggled her body before heading to the bathroom. "I'll be quick," she called before a shirt flew out of the door.

"Hurry up," I replied, lying back on the bed. The shower turned on and I closed my eyes. Exhaustion swept over me. We had six hours until the show started. I wanted to show up two hours early and maybe sneak in before it started. Our money was dwindling slowly and we needed as much as we could get for gasp. And food, of course. We have three 12-packs of water in the trunk, along with huge bags of the clothes we'll need. But as our cash flow slowly swept away, I began to lose hope. We had eighteen more shows including tonight's. We probably could have put out the money for three more shows at the most. As long as we could beg for food.

The bed tipped next to me and wet hair hit my neck. I groaned.

"What?" Caroline murmured.

"You're wet."

"I did just take a shower."

I opened an eye to look at her. She was wearing jeans and a low-cut shirt. She smelled like citrus. Oranges, mangoes, clementine's. So I told her she smelled edible. She laughed and buried her head in my chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I got up to shower, too.

/

The last beats of Tyler's drums echoes in the stadium. A roar filled my ears as I lifted my arm. "Thanks so much! We had a great time here in Vegas and we'll definitely be coming back." Another cheer escaped the crowd. "See you in Kansas!"

And that's when I saw her. The beautiful, dark-haired girl and her blonde friend. They were near the front, clapping. The brunette met my eye and grinned wildly. I couldn't help but grin back. Her smile was infectious. Matt hit my shoulder and I skipped off the stage. I threw my guitar down and slipped on a sweatshirt and Aviators. While disguises hardly worked, this one allowed me to blend in the best. I had to find this girl.

I burst through the stage doors, falling into the crowd. Fuck me. This was going to be impossible. I saw hundreds of heads of shiny, brown hair. I pushed and pushed, throwing arms out of my way. My gaze fell on two women, one brunette, one blonde, and I surged forward. A shoulder slammed into mine. An elbow hit my gut. My breath caught. I saw my hand reaching out in slow motion, inching forward until it clasped around the girl's arm.

My breath caught again.

It was her.

Her eyes narrowed as she took me in. I didn't realize what a mess I probably was. My sweaty hair was plastered to my forehead and I'm pretty sure I had an odor seeping through my sweatshirt.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hey," I said lamely.

"Hey yourself." A smirk fell on her face. "No offense, bud, but me and my friend need to get going." She paused. "You look vaguely familiar. Do I happen to know you from some place?"

Yeah, up on stage, I thought. I shook my head. "No, you're just beautiful. I wanted to say hi." My scalp itched under my hood. I ignored it.

She smiled slightly. "Well, thank you."

"No problem. Are you going to the next show?"

"That's the plan. We're trying to hit every stop on the tour." She grabbed her friend's hand.

I finally looked over at the blonde and became mesmerized by her eyes. They were cerulean blue, shining from the stage lights. A ring of sky blue encircled her irises. I smiled. "I'll probably see you guys there."

"I'm Elena and this is Caroline."

A nod escaped me before I took a step back. "I'll see you guys there."

I chanced a glance back after I was a few feet away. A frown had taken over her beautiful face. A sigh fell from my mouth.