Author: Rebekah Caren PM
I need something to get him out of my head. I need to pretend that he didn't kiss me. But, he did. And I can't. Why did he leave?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Pam B. & Jim H. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,649 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-30-12 - Published: 07-03-12 - id: 8283761
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Hello. I have never tried writing The Office, but I love it. Seriously. So I thought I would try it. I would really love some reviews.
I hung up my phone, quickly drying my eyes as his tall figure came through the door. He crossed the room, pulling my close to him. My heart skipped a beat as his soft lips pressed against mine, making everything fade away. His hands found the small of my back, and my fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled away after a moment, or a couple of days, maybe even years. My ear tingled when his warm breath appeared next to it. I was dying with anticipation.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered, kissing my ear.
"Me too," I whispered back. "I think we're just drunk."
"No, I'm not drunk. Are you drunk?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No," I whispered. He grinned, and leant forward and captured my lips, fitting his hands against my curves. Jim's arms suddenly melted into blankets, and his head turned into a pillow. I reluctantly opened my eyes. No Jim. Just mine and Roy's bed.
"What about Jim?" Roy's voice came from the bathroom.
"Shit," I thought. "Apparently I talk in my sleep."
"I was just thinking about him going to Stamford," I said, getting out of bed and stretching. "I don't know who's gonna take Dwight down anymore." Roy appeared at the bathroom door with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
"I know you miss him, babe. Why don't you just call him? See if he has any ideas to use on whatshisface," he said, spitting in the sink.
"Dwight? I don't know, Roy. Its different without him. Michael even gave Ryan Jim's desk," I said, pulling a shirt and skirt out of my closet. I closed the bathroom door, and got dressed quickly.
Roy and I were having 'problems' as he put it. Our wedding was in two weeks, and we hadn't had sex since Jim kissed me. I told Roy it was because I wanted our wedding night to be special, but I knew it wasn't. I continually had to tell myself that I was doing the right thing by staying with Roy, but maybe I wasn't.
I find myself staring at Ryan. I have since Jim left. I miss him. Dwight was becoming unbearable. I lost another game of Minesweeper. Jim was good at Minesweeper. I glanced over at Ryan once again. He looked up, and I looked away. The phone started ringing.
"Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam," I said after picking up my handset. It was for Meredith. "I will transfer your call." I pushed the button and went back to playing Minesweeper. A few moments later, Meredith rushed past my desk.
"What's wrong, Meredith?" I asked as she grabbed her coat.
"My son decided to do a flip off some stairs and broke his arm. I have to get him from the hospital. I probably won't be back," she said, heading out the door. I dialed Michael's office.
"Yello?" Michael said. I rolled my eyes.
"Meredith has to go to the hospital for her son. She's not coming back," I said.
"That's fine, whatever. Hey, could you come to my office?" he asked.
"No. For what, Michael?" I replied, crossing my fingers he changed his mind.
"I want to talk about Jim," Michael said, spinning around in his chair, tangling himself up in the phone cord. I sighed and went into his office. He was relentlessly pulling at the cord. I untangled him and sat down.
"What about Jim, Michael?" I asked, twirling my fingers around each other.
"I don't know if you knew, but Jim had a huge crush on you," he said, playing with one of his cars.
"No, I knew. But I'm getting married. And Jim left," I said, standing up and smoothing my skirt. I sat back at my desk, staring at the clock as it slowly dragged its hands around to five o'clock.
"Good night, Dwight," I said as he walked past me towards the door.
"A good night indeed," he said as he followed Angela out the door with his eyes(A/n: My second favorite couple is Dwight/ Angela!). I personally thought they made a cute couple, but I didn't think everyone would agree.
My hand hovered over my phone, threatening to betray my brain and dial Jim's cellphone number. I picked up the handset, my fingers punching in the first few digits. Sighing, I placed it back, laying my head down on my desk.
"Oh, Jim," I whispered into the empty office.
"You ready to go, Pam?" Roy asked, suddenly leaning across my desk.
"Uh, yeah. Let me shut my computer down," I said, turning it off. I stood up, walking around to him. He took my hand in his, but it didn't feel right.
That night, I had another Jim dream.