Andrew always had an infatuation with you for whatever reason. He was relatively close with you, but not really. You were a part of his touring band and considered the ‘baby’ of the group, being in your early twenties.

He hates himself for having his eyes drawn to you all the time. Usually on the tour bus when you weren’t directly behind him on the stage. He doesn’t like the fact that he liked you so much and always wants to talk to you. You were too young for him.

You carried this air of innocence and naïveté about you that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He felt jealousy bubble up in his gut whenever another guy would talk to you at a bar you and all the band were at. He just wanted you all to himself.

He found that you were avoiding him, walking out of rooms when he entered, not really interacting with him until it was almost time to be on set. He managed to catch you when you skipped out on an outing with the band, he made some excuse and stayed behind at the hotel,

He came up to your hotel door, knocked gently and heard you shuffling from inside. He smiled down at you expectantly when you opened the door, your eyes widening. He decided to just cut to the chase and ask you,

“Are you avoiding me?”