I don't own the Office, but I did just get the Dwight bobble head doll! This story will be three chapters, I hope. Review and tell me what you think!
Pam's smile reaches across her whole face as she pulls the whole pile of chips in towards her.
Even though he just lost to her, Jim's smile is, if possible, even wider.
Why do they fight it? Why do they deny the fact that they are meant to be together?
Roy walks up behind Pam and taps her shoulder softly. She swings around to face him, the smile fading.
Pam and Roy are both wonderful people. I must say I don't know Roy all that well, but from the few times that I have spoken to him, it's clear he is a very decent person. And Pam is just amazing. She's sweet and kind and funny. I enjoy her company more than anyone else in the office. Both of them are great, but that doesn't make them right for each other.
I've always thought of life as a puzzle. Maybe that sounds tacky, but that's just the way I see it. Pam and Roy are two puzzle pieces that were never meant to fit with one another, but were crammed together anyway. And once shoved together, it will never be easy to pry them apart.
I have been working at Dunder-Mifflin for almost eleven entire years, longer than Jim and Pam's time at the company added together. I have seen this entire story from the start.
Jim was always funny and personable. He could talk with anyone in the office, make anyone laugh. But for two years he never had any real friends at work, just a large group of acquaintances. That was before she arrived, wide eyed and out of place.
They clicked together right from the start. It took the two of them only a moment to become comfortable around each other, and then it was if they had known each other for years and years. Eventually Jim stopped being the person who could make anyone in the office laugh. He became the person that could make Pam laugh.
If they were puzzle pieces they would fit together perfectly. Why couldn't they just realize that they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives with each other? He certainly had. I saw the way he looked at her while her back was turned. I saw the smiles he shared with her, smiles that never hinted at something more than just friendship. They were standing on opposite sides of a one way mirror. He could see her clearly from where he stood, but all she could see was the life she already was immersed in. And since that was all she knew, she resided in it both happily and resignedly.
I was startled by a hand slipping around my shoulder. It was Bob. I smiled into his eyes, knowing just how lucky I was to have a man like him. How lucky I was that there were no complications to keep us from one another.
"Sweetie, could you get some business cards out of my car? There's a whole stack of them in the glove compartment. I think this fridge give away could be a huge boost for Vance Refrigeration!"
And of course I was too happy to comply.
The cool air in the parking lot felt wonderful against my skin after being in the stuffy warehouse all night. Walking between two cars, the wind carried a snatch of conversation to my ears.
"You have no idea –"
"Don't do that."
Jim and Pam must have slipped out of the warehouse while I was trying to find my coat.
Something about the urgency in their voices compelled me to stop, urged me to listen. Something about the desperate tone of Pam's voice told me to wait, halt, linger. This was important.
" – What your friendship means to me."
"Come on. I don't want to do that. I want to be more than that."
What had I gotten in the middle of? This conversation was private. I shouldn't be here, listening.
I couldn't leave.
Wake up! I urged Pam in the silent confines of my mind. Figure it out! You are meant to be with him!
She couldn't. Because of the ring on her finger, she chose to stay blind to destiny.
"And I'm really sorry… if you misinterpreted things. It's probably my fault."
"Not your fault."
Not her fault. Not his fault. Not my fault. Not even Roy's fault.
"I'm sorry if misinterpreted, uh… our friendship."
She turned to watch him walk away from her. From this angle I could see her face clearly. She was lost, hurt, and confused. A tear was forming in her eye. Broken, she couldn't move. All she could do was stand there, and stare at the place where he had disappeared around a corner.
Why was the world so incredibly cruel sometimes?