A/n: Fluffy- very fluffy, proceed with caution.
Disclaimer: I own nothing- please don't sue!
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Before the call
Pam had changed a lot in the past 2 months. The one person she never thought would do something like that to her had made her question her life up to this point. After Jim kissed her, and she kissed him back, it was a instinct to say she couldn't be with him; it was Pam's 'good girl' nature. But after she kissed Jim she began to wonder what her life was. She'd only been kissed by two boys in her entire male career. She'd know Roy since she was 16. How did she know if he was her one if she'd been with only one? Those where the reasons she gave for ending it. She denied to everyone, even herself that Jim was the reason it was all over. That's why she hadn't told him that it was over. She was afraid he would ask her why, and she wasn't ready to tell him anything, much less that it was his fault it was over. Knowing Jim as well as she did, she knew he'd feel guilty and she didn't want to hurt him anymore. Besides, he was gone to Stamford now never said anything else to her after that night except a not on her desk that read:
"Pam, Well I'm off! Good luck with everything… Jim" She'd read it a million times, but it seemed so forced, like one of those fill-in-the-blank thank you cards you get when your five. Yet she kept it around for reasons she wasn't even sure of. She wasn't ready to field his questions. Wasn't ready to break down in front of him, the way she knew she would if they got to talking about it. She wasn't expecting him on the line that day. It was 5:15 and she almost didn't pick up the phone. But she was so happy that she had.
"Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam."
"Hey Pam…."
"Oh My God!!!"
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