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PB&J: The Story of Pam Beesley and Jim Halpert

It was Valentine's Day--another excuse for everyone to not be doing their jobs. Or so Dwight Schrute thought as Michael did a "Cupid Dance" for the entire office. Jim looked at the camera with that I-Can't-Believe-He-'s-Actually-My-Boss expression he wore whenever Michael did something stupid. . . which was quite often.
"It symbolizes the love we all—share for—one—another," Michael said, out of breath but with a proud smile on his face. "Jimbo. Why don't you show us your Cupid Dance?"
"Nope. I'm good."
"C'mon. It'll be—"
"I'll do it, Michael," Dwight said earnestly. He would do anything to please his boss. Dwight got up from his seat, but before he could begin his dance, Michael silenced him.
"No. Dwight, no. Sit. I was just—" Like usual, Michael was having trouble with his words. He shook his head, and started over. "Okay, everybody. Conference room in five. We're gonna discuss today's festivities so get your most lovable faces on," he said and went back to his office, leaving the door open. Dwight followed him inside.
Jim got up from his desk to see Pam, the office receptionist. "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam," she said, answering the phone. "I'll connect you to her. One moment please." She smiled as Jim approached her. She was dying to know what he thought of Michael's not-so-graceful dance. "Kelly, you're on with John," she said through the phone and then hung up.
"That was. . ." Jim said, looking at the wall behind Pam, trying to think of an appropriate response to what everyone had just witnessed. "Eye-opening."
"Did you see the part when he was grinding his hips—"
"I saw it all, Pam. No need to remind me about it." Pam laughed. God, she's beautiful, Jim thought, watching the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled. "This is probably the wrong moment to tell you this, but Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day to you."
The door creaked as Roy Anderson walked through the entrance and smiled at Pam. He was fair skinned with brownish-blonde hair. He had on his work uniform that read ROY ANDERSON, WORKHOUSE where his heart-pocket was. He gave Pam a kiss on the lips. Jim walked away uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with the camera. It was painful to see the way she looked at Roy. Every day was painful. He was so happy when they were together, but when he left work and went back to an empty house, that was when it hit him hard.
Phyllis and Stanley made their way into the conference room. Kelly, Creed, Meredith, and Oscar followed. Jim usually walked in with Pam, but considering she was busy at the moment with her fiancée, he walked in by himself. A few minutes later, after everybody was seated, Michael entered the room. He was wearing a halo and there was a fake arrow stuck to his behind. He was smiling from ear-to-ear, and already giggling under his breath.
"Hello, friends. My name is Cupid, the God of Love. I—"
"Cupid, why do you have an arrow stuck to you?" Jim asked with pretend curiosity.
"You ask a wonderful question, Jim. That is because I have been shot with Love." He smiled at the camera.
"But if you were Cupid," Pam said, "wouldn't you be the one shooting people with arrows?"
"Love arrows," Jim corrected Pam quietly. She couldn't help but giggle.
"Um," Michael began to say, his smile disappearing as he realized he had done his research wrong. Damn Wikipedia, he thought. "Doesn't matter," he said, his voice rushed. "Today is all about love, and I am here to teach you a little bit about the wonders of love." He cleared his throat. "Webster's dictionary describes love as—"
"What does this matter?" Stanley said in his slow, monotonous voice, looking up from his crossword.
"This is important," Dwight said, his voice level and ringing with authority. "Michael is here to teach. And if you do not respect that, then you should leave." Dwight intended to scold Stanley and intimidate him, but Stanley got up from his seat, crossword in hand, and walked towards the door.
"No. Stanley, stay. Just sit down," Michael said. He sighed and tore the arrow from his behind. "Look, guys, I just wanted to make this Valentine's Day extra special. We'll just," he said, then stopped. "Party Planning Committee, take care of today's festivities. Meeting over. Everyone just go back to what you were doing." Michael walked out of the room, a glum expression on his face.
"You heard him," Dwight said, standing up and staring at his coworkers. "Get up and leave. Back to work. Pronto."
As Jim walked by Dwight, he smiled at him. "You look cute today, Dwight."
"Real mature, Jim," Dwight said, rolling his eyes.
"Did you get a haircut?"
"That is none of your business," Dwight said, then looked at the camera, and then back to Jim. "But yes, I did."
"It's nice. Where'd you get it done?"
"Wellerman's," he said, darting his eyes from the camera back to Jim.
"Wellerman's. Interesting."
Pam watched as Jim exited the conference room. He had that smile on his face, the one that told her he had something interesting up his sleeve. She'd just have to wait and find out what he was planning. . . or she could ask him right now. There were times when Pam felt guilty as she stared into Jim Halpert's eyes. She had a feeling that their friendship was misinterpreted. But other times, like right now, all she felt was happiness warm her body, and all she wanted was to have him near her, make her smile.
Pam cleared her throat. "Jim!"

If it wasn't made clear, that is the end of Chapter One. Tell me what you think. If I get no reviews, I won't keep the story going. I'll just delete it or something. I appreciate it, thank you.