We'd booked a flight, Andy and I. There was only one need for flights, and that was to make it overseas for the tour venues in Europe. There were a lot of places that we had to stop in in America still, so we took a tour bus. It was amazing. A lot of the time, Christian, Ashley, Andy, Jake, and I, sat in the lounge and talked. Jinxx mostly sat in his room, sulking on his bed, or playing his guitar.
Once, we tried to get him out, but he told us to go away and we listened. Andy said it wasn't normal for Jinxx to be this mad all the time, especially on tour. I sighed and looked out the window. This was all because of me. Jinxx was mad at me. He attacked me. He hid from me. Not Andy, Ashley, Christan, or Jake. Just me.
Finally, after a week on the bus, I decided to confront him. I knocked on the door. There was a muffled, "Go away!"
I stayed where I was. "No, Jinxx. You are going to talk to me." I demanded, leaning toward the door to better amplify my statements.
He opened the door. "What?" he said rudely.
"Talk to me. What's your problem? You attacked me, you've been avoiding everyone, you're acting like a total ass. What's the problem?" I said firmly, standing in front of Jinxx, having to look up to him the way I had to for Andy.
"You are my problem, Scarlette." he said, frowning, his eyes sharp like daggers.
"What did I do to you?" I yelled, not afraid to wake anyone in the bus up.
"You're in love with Andy!" he screamed, livid.
I stared at him, dumbfounded, "And?!" I yelled, hearing Andy walk up behind me.
He put a hand on my shoulder. I looked back at him. Jinxx stared, anger showing through his gaze. I looked back at him. "Well, Mr. Big Man?" I said, rolling my eyes.
He glared at me. "You're ruining the band. He's being all mushy. That isn't Andy!"
I smiled. "You're right, It isnt. It's Andrew."
JInxx went back into his room and slammed the door. Andy frowned at me. "What?" I asked.
"What was that for?" he asked, heated.
"I wanted to know what his problem was." I replied, looking away from Andy.
Andy put his hand on my shoulder. "Scarlette, look at me." he whispered gently.
Tears were lingering in my eyes, waiting to fall onto my cheeks. I turned around and looked at him. He looked into my eyes, searching for something. I stared into his like I had been glaring at Jinxx. He put his hands on my cheeks and my glare softened. I searched his eyes for comfort. He leaned in toward me. I felt his warm breath against my pale skin. We kissed for a minute before we heard someone behind us closing a door. We pulled away and smiled.
"I love you, Scarlette." Andy said, hugging me.
I lingered in his hug for a minute, feeling the warmth of his chest through his white v-neck. I smiled. "I love you too, Andy."
Andy pulled away and invited me into his room. "Gonna have a little fun, I assume?" Christian asked
Andy shot him a look. He laughed. "I was just kidding, Andrew!" Christian said, microwaving a Hot Pocket.
I went with Andy into his room. He plopped down on his bed and I sat next to him. It was quiet, although the sound of the bus moving across the hot black asphault could be heard in most of the rooms. We went over a bump and bounced on the bed. I smiled at Andy. "Are you having fun so far?" he asked.
"Mmhm." I said, nodding to emphasize my answer.
Andy smiled at me. "You hang out with Ashley a lot. Do you like him?"
I stare. "Him?"
"Well yeah. Ashley's a dude." Andy said, laughing.
"Oh God." I said, a smile spreading across my face.
No everything Jinxx had said about having girls in the band made sense. I laughed at myself. I was so stupid sometimes! Andy smiled at me. "It's fine. We've all thought the same thing about Ashley." he said, cracking up.
"Well no, I don't like him. All this time, I thought he was a she, so no. Plus, I'm a little busy lovin' a lead singer who's about 6'2", sexy hair, cute eyes, got a thaang for the mortician's daughter. Know him?" I joked.