"Jinxx! Jinxx, I can explain!" Andy ran after him.
"Can you, Andrew?" Asked Jinxx, furiously, "Can you really? 'Cos what I saw was you hitting on Evangeline Purdy."
"I wasn't hitting on Evie!"
Jinxx scoffed. "You even have a pet-name for her! You've just broken up with your girlfriend. All you're doing is picking the first attractive and available young woman, and trying to replace your ex!"
"That's not what I'm doing!"
Jinxx carried on walking towards the tourbus. "I seriously. Beg. To. Differ."
"Jinxx, please don't tell Ash!"
Jinxx stopped. "Fine."
"Thank y-"
"Just as long as I don't see any of that kind of behaviour again!"

.........

Stepping off of the plane with the band was surreal for Evangeline, having taken a plane to save time. They were escorted to their hotel rooms not long after, Sammi and Jinxx of course taking one together, Jake and CC sharing, and Evangeline persuaded Ashley to take his own room, so that she could stay with Andy. Jinxx was evidently concerned, but he didn't say anything.

.........

"...Thank you Glasgow!" Andy finished the show of that night with. He met and greeted some of his beloved fans, signed a few posters and pictures, before meeting the girls and the band at the private bar. They ordered a few drinks, not too much, before heading off to bed. Their rooms were in a row, Ash on the far right, then CC and Jake, then Jinxx and Sammi, and then finally Evie and himself. He put the key in the lock, his eyes glancing towards Jinxx who was staring him down, before turning the key, opening the door, and walking inside.

Evie found the lights and switched them on, displaying the mostly-cream room. Cream sheets, cream walls, cream window frames. The bed-posts were light-brown, the two beds about two metres apart. Andy had chosen his bed: the one furthest from the door and closest to the balcony. The bathroom was adjacent to the front door, so Evie's bed was still a blind spot.

Andy removed his makeup, warpaint included, and brushed his teeth, before climbing into his bed wearing just his boxer shorts. Evie was already buried under her covers. He switched off his lamp and lay in the dark for a minute or two, before whispering her name. "Evie!" He hissed, waiting for a response. "Evie!"
"/What/."
"Are you asleep?"
Her bedside lamp switched on. "No, never!"
"Okay so you're awake."
"You don't have to whisper, you know. What d'you want?"
"I was just seeing if you were awake."
"Great. Can I sleep now?"
"If you must..."
Then he got an idea. He pushed back the bedcovers and swung his legs around, rising from his bed.
"Andy, what the-"
"Ssssh...." He carefully climbed into her bed next to her, wrapping his unnaturally cold hands and arms around her. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Now go to sleep, Evie. We're meeting up for breakfast at ten, and people will jump to conclusions if you're too tired."
She soon obeyed, her eyes closing, and her grip around his upper torso slackening. He had never seen her so peaceful and unafraid.