Proving Love

A/N: After two month of sitting in silence; Here's a new chapter. I should be on my stories a lot more now that everything is good at home.

Chapter Two.

The next afternoon Joanna had woken up to an empty bed and a horrible hangover. She now wished that she was in the depths of her Harry Potter book and had a hangover potion right now. Shaking those infamous Snape/Hermione fan fiction pairings from her head, she stumbled into the bathroom and took some Ibuprofen.

Walking down stairs she notice that the house was remarkably clean and there wasn't bodies stretched from hell to breakfast either. 'Either Bam cleaned or Boof was here.' Joanna said to herself before trotted down another set of stairs to the kitchen. Searching through the cabinets, she knew that Bam had to have coffee around here somewhere. Stretching up into a high cabinet she found the container and started to make her a pot.

She looked outside of the kitchen window and didn't see Bam. 'I wonder where he went.' She thought herself before taking a cup of her coffee and going back upstairs to indulge into her editing, something she hadn't done since she went to Finland. Hooking up one of her digital cameras that had some footage on it, Joanna started to pull the footage off of the camera. She wished that her Apple was up and running so she wouldn't have to use Bam's. At least she could listen to music on hers.

Joanna started to edit some of the things she shot with Bam in Finland, when she heard the front door shut. Running down the stairs she noticed that Ville had walked in.

“Willa Walo. Where's Bam at?” He shrugged his shoulders and took me by my hand and dragged me into my room.

“What's wrong?” She asked with fear in her voice.

“I was told to get you dressed and to take you somewhere.”

“So you do know where Bam is at then.”

“I can't say anything Joanna. You know how Bam is.” Indeed she did. If his friends told his secrets someone was most likely to get hurt.

While picking through my closet, Ville, threw a set of keys at me.

“What's this for?”

“I was told to give them to you.” Joanna could see that one of the keys was for the house, but what was the other 4 keys for? Shrugging she put the keys in her pocket of the jeans that Ville had just thrown at her.

'Why did Bam have to unpack my clothes already?' She asked herself trying to fit into her skin tight pants that she hated wearing. Wiggling her hips as the keys dug into her thigh she caught a shirt that Ville had just thrown at her.

'At least it is Bam's.'

Penciling some Kohl under her eyes, she slipped the baggy shirt on, and a pair of her new shoes that Bam had gave her before she left to go back to Ohio. Hiding her horrible, non-brushed hair, under a beanie that she picked up off the floor, Ville took her outside.

Sitting outside they waited, and waited, and waited some more.

“I thought you were suppose to take me to Bam Ville.” Joanna said lighting a cigarette.

“I did.”

“Then why have I been sitting out here for the last hour when I could be finishing editing?”

“All you do is worry about film.” Ville snorted.

“That's because it's what makes me money. It is what supports my habits. Booze, cigarettes, and pot isn't free Zilla.”

'I wonder why he is being a dick to me today. Did I do anything wrong?' Joanna thought to herself as she saw a car come down the driveway, she knew it was Bam by the way he was driving like an ass. Running up to him as soon has he got out of the vehicle, Joanna wrapped her arms around him and started to cry.

“Why is Ville being so mean to me today Bammie!?” Bam right then noticed that something was wrong with her. Something had to have happened to her while she was back in Ohio. She was never this emotional and Ville wasn't even being rude to her, just stating out the facts. Pushing that thought to the back of his head, he decided that he would talk to her later about it.

“Do you have your keys that Ville should have gave you?”

“Mhm.” She nodded while brushing back tears.

“Then this is yours.” Joanna looked.

“The car?”

“Or Ville which ever.” She started to laugh.

“Can't I have both?”

“One or the other.” Bam stated.

“Both?” She said while smiling.

Taking a walk over to her new car, she touches the body. A rust orange BMW at her disposal.

“I love it. Thank you Bam.” You could see fresh tears in her eyes. No one has ever done this for her.

“Now let's go get breakfast in your new car.”

~

Sitting and eating in Iron Hill, Joanna pulled the key ring out of her pocket.

"So what are the other three keys to Bam?" Taking the keys from her he showed her the house keys and the last two, one was for her car and the other was for the Hummer.

"Thanks." She said taking a bit of toast.

"Ville, when are you leaving?" Joanna asked.

"Tomorrow. Venus Doom stuff. You know how it goes." Nodding to him, she understood. Granted she hasn't been on tour or anything, but knew that it was hard on him.

"When will I see you again?"

"Well, I wanted just you to come out for Christmas if that was okay." Joanna started to get a little upset.

"But this would be me and Bam's first Christmas together and I wanted to be with him."

"Then you can fly out after Christmas and Bam could fly in before New Years and we can spend it together."

"That works."

~

On the way home Joanna was getting fidgety. She had deadlines for her new DVD, which was going to be just to DVD for her fans, and needed to get editing done.

"When I get home I'm locking myself in the editing room. I have deadlines and I have to get shit done."

"Minghags had a dead line and it's WAY late." Bam said looking at her.

"Yeah, but I don't disappoint my fans." Joanna said playfully.

"I don't disappoint my fans! I never disappointed you!"

"Look at where I am at Bam."

"Point taken."

Pulling up to the gate she punched in the code and parked near the house. Running tot he kitchen she grabbed a thermos full of coffee and locked herself in the editing room.