Jim and Pam: Back to the Future
It was a cold and rainy night, and Pamela Beesly was driving home to her new condo in Scranton, Pennsylvania. She was coming back from her graphic design class that she was taking at the Scranton School for Design.
She finally reached her house and pulled her car into the garage. She ran outside with her Scranton Times-Tribune over her head to protect her from the downpour. She fumbled through her purse for her keys and unlocked her door, stepping into the warmth of her house.
"Hi sweetie! I'm home!" she yelled and she heard thumping of her husband's footsteps coming to greet her.
"Hey baby!" he said, and gave her a kiss on the lips. Jim Halpert was Pam's soul mate: they were a match made in heaven. He was a tall guy with dark green eyes that made Pam's heart flutter just looking at them. Pam's high-pitched girly giggle and sparkling smile put Jim into a daze.
They had been married for a year and were as happy as could be. Being able to see each other every day at Dunder-Mifflin just made them even happier, for they were rarely separated.
The only time they were apart was on Thursday nights from 5-7 p.m. while Pam was at her art class. Even though it was only two hours, it seemed like and eternity for Jim and Pam.
They yearned for each other, but they knew that the only way they would be able to really start their life together was if Pam could get another higher-paying job as a graphic designer.
Tonight though, Jim had prepared a special dinner for Pam while she was out, since it was of course, their anniversary. He led her into the kitchen, revealing a candle-lit dinner of steak, breadsticks, and he couldn't forget Pam's favorite food, garlic mashed potatoes.
"OH MY GOD!" screeched Pam when she saw the amazing dinner that her extremely thoughtful husband had prepared for her. She had thought he had forgotten, but obviously he hadn't.
"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" she squealed hugging Jim and kissing him on the lips. Every time she kissed him, Jim felt lightheaded. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole world and he had her all to himself.
"Come on, lets go sit down." He said leading her to a chair, noticing that a tear was falling down her face.
"Is everything alright, sweetie?" he asked. Pam noticed a hint of concern in his voice. He really, truly, loved her with all his heart.
"Yeah, of course! Its just that, well, I'm just so touched that you would do this for me! Thank you honey!" She gave him a hug and he hugged her back. Her body was still damp from the rain. He pulled out a chair for her to sit in and he sat down next to her.
"Oh my gosh Jim! This looks amazing! Did you make all of this?" she asked curiously.
"Yeah! I grilled the steak, cooked up the potatoes and got some breadsticks while you were at your art class. I really hope you like it!" he said and Pam put her arm around his shoulder.
"Here, try some," he said, serving her and himself some of the food. All of a sudden they heard a noise.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
"W-w-what was that?" Pam asked nervously. She tried to hide it, but Jim could always tell when she was afraid. It was like a sixth sense.
"I'm not sure. It's probably just a salesman or something. Its not important." Jim said, not wanting something stupid like that to ruin his perfect night with Pam.
"What kind of salesman would be out in this kind of weather?" she asked, desperately wanting to who – or what – was out there.
She got up and walked to the front door. She unlocked it and flung it open. Who she saw, was nowhere near what she was expecting.
At her doorstep stood Roy Anderson. And he didn't look happy.