Amelia soon found out what was in store for the rest of the day.
"Raab and Dunn, take Vito to play golf or something. We're gonna go to his house and he can't be there." Said Bam. They saluted Bam in a military fashion and jumped up to fetch Bam's uncle. "Dico, go get some tools and meet me in the Hummer." Amelia looked at Bam questioningly. He spotted her and grinned. "Filming starts early. Your choice, come and get dirty with us, or babysit Vito for the day."
Amelia weighed up her options. Although she wasn't overly keen on Bam's loud and obnoxious uncle, she would rather spend the day with Raab and Dunn than outside and getting dirty in the present weather conditions. Also, she didn't particularly want to be around Bam at the moment, as she couldn't quite work him out. She glanced at Bam as she got up to follow Dunn. He was laughing with Novak.
Amelia jumped into Dunn's truck next to him in the passenger seat. Raab was sat behind them laughing manically. "Anyone want to tell me what he's got planned?" Amelia asked, turning round to look at the unstable Raab.
"Let's just say it involves a lot of digging" grinned Dunn, pulling off down the drive. Amelia had grabbed a camera with a portable mic before leaving, so she turned it on and began filming.
"Wait, aren't we forgetting something!" cried Amelia as the truck picked up speed.
"Shit we forgot Vito!" exclaimed Dunn, slamming on the brakes.

Several hours later Dunn got the phone call from Bam, giving them the all clear to take Vito back to his house. They did so, and on the way back to Castle Bam, Dunn explained what the others had been up to.
"They dug a secret tunnel from Vito's back yard, into his living room. They're gonna scare the shit out of him later."
Amelia laughed as she imagined Vito's reaction. She had enjoyed the afternoon, bonding with Dunn and Raab as they wound up Bam's uncle at one of the local bars. Plus she had got some good montage shots to fit in with whatever night-vision footage Bam had filmed from inside the tunnel. Dunn and Raab had told Amelia about their friendship with Bam, and Bam's current relationship. He had been with his girlfriend on and off for three years, but recently they were continually arguing and she had cheated on him a few months ago. Amelia couldn't understand how Bam could stay in a relationship like that, but the less involved she got, the better. Dunn had also tried to help explain Bam's changes in personality.
"If the cameras are on him, he's a dick. Most of the time if the cameras aren't on him, he's a dick. If you're with him one to one, he's the best friend you could ever ask for. If shit's gone down with his misses, he goes all quiet and weird. You'll figure him out soon enough."
Amelia tried to get her head around Dunn's summary. She could see where he was coming from when he talked about being with Bam in a one to one situation, but she wasn't sure that she would ever be with him in those circumstances again. In the end she knew she wouldn't have much choice but to just put up with him, so she sat back in the car and tried to take her mind off Bam. Dunn dropped Amelia back off at the castle, before going to join Bam and the others at a bar in town. They were planning to surprise Vito in the early hours of the morning. Following the last night's antics Amelia decided an early night was on the cards. After a quick bite to eat with April and Phil, she retired to her room. Her head had barely touched the pillow before she was fast asleep.

Amelia wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for, but it didn't seem like long enough, when she was rudely awoken from a dream about Bam, by a bag of flour to the face. "What the actual fuck!" she spluttered, jumping out of bed. She wiped the flour from her eyes to see Dunn and Bam, camera in hand, standing over her bed with an empty bag of flour.
"Antiquing." Dunn explained, in a word.
"Rise and shine!" yelled Bam, turning on his heel to leave the room.
Amelia pulled on her dressing gown and quickly followed Dunn downstairs. She glanced at a clock as she passed; horrified to see that it was four in the morning. Didn't anyone sleep around here? Everyone apart from April and Phil was gathered in the kitchen, and other than Bam and Dunn, they were also covered in flour and looking annoyed. There were half a dozen large tins of paint, much like the one that had been emptied on her to other day by Dico, and paint trays and rollers. Amelia didn't like the look of it.
"We're gonna paint Phil blue!" announced Bam, starting to hand out the paint brushes. Amelia followed the guys upstairs with a camera, as they silently crept into Phil and April's room. She was amazed that Bam's parents were not woken up by the guys giggling and hissing at one another as they started painting the walls, bed and floor blue.
It took an hour or two, and Amelia had given up standing, and was now sat down on the floor with the camera, yawning every now and then, trying hard not to fall asleep. Eventually everything but April and Phil was blue, but that didn't last for long. Bam woke his dad up by brushing blue paint all over him. April screamed and swore at everyone, while Phil found it absolutely hilarious. Amelia followed them down into the kitchen, apologising to April on behalf of everyone else.
"Oh no sweetie, I know it's nothing to do with you. You just have to put up with filming whatever stupid things they decide to do." April reassured her, putting on the kettle.
Once Phil was sufficiently blue, and Amelia had got plenty of good footage, she went to find Bam. That in itself was like searching for a needle in a haystack, considering the size of the castle. Ideally she would have jumped straight into the shower, but she couldn't guarantee that there would be no more flour or paint that morning, and she didn't want to miss the chance to film anything, so she decided she had better check in.
The sun had now risen and the morning was warm and bright. As it turned out, Bam was outside by the swimming pool, laughing really hard about something with Novak. The two of them always seemed to be sharing a private joke, and Novak was really beginning to creep her out. As Amelia approached, Novak winked at her and swaggered off, leaving the two of them alone.
"Hey Bam, I just wondered if you had anything else planned for this morning before I go for a shower."
Bam scratched his beard, getting blue paint in it. Amelia put her hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Something funny, Jones?" Asked Bam, arching his eyebrow. Amelia took a step closer to him.
"You've got a bit of blue in your beard." She laughed, pointing to the spot in question. She really didn't expect what came next. Bam brandished a paintbrush from behind his back and painted a long blue stripe down Amelia's face down to her chest. She screamed in shock. She had abandoned her dressing gown earlier, and was dressed in a spaghetti strap top and baggy pyjama bottoms with bare feet. The paint trickled down her top, making her shiver.
"I didn't want you to feel left out." He grinned, admiring his handy work. Amelia spotted a discarded brush on the floor by his feet. This was too good an opportunity to pass up. As quickly as she could, Amelia grabbed the paintbrush, which was still dripping with blue, and painted a big blue splodge on Bam's face. He was taken by surprise but found it hilarious, and doubled over with laughter. His eyes had softened from earlier, and she found him instantly more likeable. Bam's laughter was infectious, and it was a matter of seconds before Amelia was also laughing. She had to grab Bam's arm to steady herself, not wanting to fall in the pool. Bam pulled her towards him and affectionately wiped the paint from her nose. She did the same back to him, and their eyes locked upon one another. His eyes were incredibly blue, she thought, brighter than the paint in fact.
The next few seconds seemed to pass by in slow motion. Amelia could feel herself being drawn closer and closer to him, as if they were magnetically attracted. All sense and reasoning had drifted away, as she allowed him to pull her into him. She was conscious of one of his hands on her waist, and another tangled in her hair. Amelia knew what was going to happen next, and at the same time knew that it couldn't. Unable to resist his smell and warmth she closed her eyes and felt his lips press against hers. They passionately kissed for what seemed like minutes but was in reality it was only seconds, before Amelia pulled away, coming back to her senses. Bam had a girlfriend, and was technically her boss.
"I'm so sorry..." she spluttered, glancing up at him before hurrying back into the house. To her horror, Dunn was standing in the doorway with a camera, facing them. His expression was unreadable. Amelia continued into the house and upstairs into the bathroom.

As the hot water cascaded over her body, Amelia tried desperately to forget what had just happened, but the harder she tried, the more she could remember the taste of Bam on her lips. And what about Dunn and the camera? She had no idea if he'd even seen them. It could have just been a coincidence. Her stomach was performing back flips at the thought. But then why should she feel bad? She had not really done anything wrong. It had been Bam who had kissed her first; Bam was the one with the girlfriend. If Dunn had been filming them, then he had nothing on Amelia. Bam was the one who should be worried.
Rinsing the last of the shampoo out of her hair, Amelia resolved to avoid Bam and Dunn for as long as possible. She reluctantly stepped out of the shower, wondering how she had managed to mess things up so badly in only a few days.