Hi Guys. This is my first time writing and my first fanfiction and I love the office. Please review for what you want to see and and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading.
Jim sat at his desk and stared at Pam. She was so beautiful he couldn't believe. She looked up from the doodle she was working on and caught his gaze. She smiled and he grinned back. Their moment was cut short by Roy walking in. She immediately averted her gaze. Jim hadn't noticed this before and wasn't quite sure what to think about it. He knew Roy was a jerk but he didn't think it could be anything too bad. Maybe just a fight or something he thought.
"Hey" Roy said. "Lets get going. Traffic is going to be a bitch" as he motioned towards the door.
"Sure" Pam obliged.
She waved goodbye to Jim and he nodded in acknowledgement. He sat at his desk until everyone had left. When he was alone he put his head on his desk and began to weep. It started slow but then he began to sob uncontrollably. He was thinking about Pam. He loved her with all his heart yet she had no idea how he felt.
Day after day he longed to tell her his true feelings but she was engaged. She would never leave Roy for him. As he picked up his things to leave he got a text. He opened his phone and his heart leapt when he saw who it was from. It read "Just thought of the most amazing prank ever. See you tomorrow:)". He couldn't wait.
The drive home was uneventful and filled with longing for Pam. When he got to his door, he steeled himself for he knew Mark was home. He dropped his keys in the fishbowl as he walked towards his bedroom.
"How was your day?" Mark called out from the sofa.
"Fine" replied Jim."Nothing exciting."
"No Dwight pranking action?"
"No opportunities. Pam has an idea for tomorrow though."
"And how is the lovely Pam?" Mark inquired.
Jim brushed off the question by saying "She's good. Im just going to go lie down, okay?"
"Yeah, cool"
Once Jim had closed the door, he sunk to his knees. He didn't know if he could go on like this. When he finally composed himself, he got up and sat down at his computer. He checked his emails. One stood out. It was from Michael about a sales call tomorrow.
Jimothy
Tomorrow, the Scranton White Pages account. You and me.
Micheal
Jim sighed. He knew that Michael would make the call unbearable. So he lay back onto his bed and thought of Pam. She was all he could ever think of. He closed his eyes and saw her beautiful face as sleep gripped him.