DISCLAIMER: I own everything by which I mean nothing.
New story, you guys! Its a little different to the sort of thing I usually write but I think its a welcome challenge. I'd like to point out I don't think that what I write in this story would ever actually happen to Jim and Pam, I don't see them like that, but I'd like to know their reactions after wards. Hope that makes sense and if not, pretend it does and start reading!
She sat on the closed toilet lid, her heart thumping so heavily she thought it might slam out of her chest, her nose tickling with the promise of tears, her feet tapping rapidly against the cold slate floor. Her stomach was shaking so badly she wanted to be sick. Exactly 7 minutes and 42 seconds ago she'd watched from her window as her parents car reversed from the driveway and disappeared around the corner. 5 minutes ago she'd raced to the bathroom and yanked out a crumpled box that held her every fear, every prayer, her destiny, her future, her life. She held the stick with trembling hands. 3 minutes, 2 minutes, 1 minute, BOOM. She knew her life was over.
Pam huddled under her blankets, her bedroom door firmly shut. She reminded herself to breathe in and out, surrounded by the soft blue glow of her sheets. She shook uncontrollably from head to toe. She was pregnant. Pregnant. The word was so full of fear and maturity. Pregnant? It was an adult word, a permanent word. She couldn't be pregnant, there had to be a mistake. She was only sixteen. She took a quavering breath and let a few hot tears slip down her cheeks and drip off her chin. She was pregnant.
3 WEEKS AGO
They sat on the floor of the room together drinking lemonade and just talking by the orange glow of the fireplace. Jim poured them both another glass. They sat cross legged, facing each other on the floor. When their glasses touched the made a soft clinking.
"To us, together forever." Pam said, feeling slightly shy despite the fact that they had been dating for 2 years and known each other since they were in diapers. Old classical music played faintly in the background and he turned it up. They were home alone, in his room, just sitting and talking.
She lay on her back and stared at his bedroom ceiling, counting the glow in the dark stars that were strewn across the dark blue paint. She closed her eyes, music in her ears and lemonade on her lips. Jim leaned over and gently kissed her.
"This night..." He trailed off and she smiled. She knew what he meant. It was magical, it was perfect. This was them. There was no fancy restaurant or awkwardness. Just the two of them and a crackling fireplace with Mars Bars and lemonade for dinner. Pam loved the way Jim spoke. He was so rarely shy, only calm and clear and sure of his words. She was overflowing with happiness. From head to toe she was filled with airy happiness and fluttering love. She'd been dipped in some pool of honey colored love. He kissed her again and then they were kissing on the floor, his soft carpet beneath them. A song ended and another came on. Something about it was hauntingly beautiful – the sorrowful screeching of violins, the rise and fall of a clarinet, the ripple of a piano, tugging on their heartstrings.
"Do you want to move to the bed?" Pam suggested faintly. She usually kept guard. He didn't complain or force her, he respected her but she knew he wanted it. But she had waited, wanted to be sure, wanted time. And now she was pressed against him on the bed, hips pressed against his, things moving too fast too stop. They freed themselves of their shirts and dropped them to the floor as he struggled with his jeans. Her brain didn't feel like her brain anymore. It was strange to her, strange and exciting and wild. She wanted to be closer to him. She meant to stop, to just breath, to wait a second but she kept quiet. She was too in love. He was so close now.
"Do you have...protection?" She asked vaguely.
"Yes." He answered before the entire question was out of her mouth. He fumbled for a moment and she heard the crinkle of a condom packet tearing open. She took his hand now and closed her eyes.
"Do you want to?" He asked.
"I don't know." She replied softly. She was in love with him. She wanted to. And then they were together in a way they hadn't been before.
Okay, I know this was short but I'm already working on the second chapter, so it should be up soon. I encourage (nay, demand) lengthy comments and look forward to talking with each and every one of you over how awesome (or terrible, depends. I have total confrontation issues so I'll probably just agree with all your opinions) my story is.