Imagine Hunter Burgan becoming jealous when someone starts flirting with you.
You were waiting for the show to begin. You were friends with all of the boys of AFI, and they had invited you to come and wait backstage and so you were. You were off to the side, looking out into the crowd from the hallway leading to the green rooms.
“Big crowd, isn’t it?” A tech guy said, plugging in the amps off the side of the stage. “They must all know that there’s a pretty face hiding back here.”
You didn’t blush, flush or even giggle. You just smiled politely. “Or they are here to see the band, that’s what they bought their tickets for, isn’t it?”
Hunter popped up behind you, and helped to plug in the amps. He didn’t look pleased with his own tech man. “Come on, y/n, Davey needs help with his hair.” He said. It was obvious to you that he was trying to get you away from the flirtatious man and you accepted, taking it as a way out.