This is a popular theme, but I haven't seen that many based on Jim and Pam's teen years, so here it is. Contains angsty hormonal teen Jim and happy, hyper, unaware Pam.

Also, if I owned any of these characters, the show The Office would be a load of crap, wouldn't it?

"Jim?"

"Yeah, Pam?" Thirteen-year-old Jim Halpert put down a sheet of paper that might contain plans for a prank, and listened to Pam Beasly's voice on the phone.

"I need you to come over."

"Now?" Jim scribbled a note on his plans.

"Yeah. I have huge news. But I have to tell you in person."

"Okay." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can't tell me now?"

"No! Jim, just come over, okay?"

He grinned. "Okay, Beasly. I'll see you in a minute."

A while later, Jim was knocking on the Beasly's front door.

Mrs. Beasly answered. "Oh, hello, James!" She smiled warmly. She was always nicer to Jim then any of the other boys Pam knew.

"Pam's upstairs."

"Thanks, Mrs. Beasly." He went up the stairs to Pam's bedroom.

"This had better be important, Pam. I was planning a prank for Dwight."

"It is!" Pam jumped off her bed, auburn curls bouncing a little. Teen hormones raging, Jim always wanted to run his fingers through those curls.

"Well, what is it, then?" He smiled. Seeing Pam was just as good as planning Dwight Shrute's demise.

"I got my first kiss!" Pam was glowing with happiness.

Jim tried to look happy for her, but inside, his heart sank through the floor.

Ever since he moved in on the same street as Pam, when he was four years old, Jim promised himself Pam Beasly would be his first kiss, and Jim hers. Now his promise was crushed by… by who?

"Who?"

"Roy Anderson! Can you believe it? He's one of the most popular boys in school."

"Wow." He shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to smile. If he had any guts, he'd probably sock Roy in the face tomorrow at school. But he could never do that.

"I know! It was amazing…"

"Actually, I forgot to mention, I have to go. My mom is going shopping, and she wants me to come. Sorry, Pam. Bye." That was the most Jim could say without his voice showing how hurt he was.

"Wait, Jim," Pam looked worried.

Jim just waved and went out the door.

"Is something wrong, James?" Mrs. Beasly looked like an older version of Pam; the same hair, pinned up behind her ears.

He shook his head. "I have to go shopping with my mom. Bye, Mrs. Beasly." His voice cracked on 'Beasly', and he hurried outside to the sidewalk.

"Hey, Pammy."

Five-year-old Pam scowled. "Don't call me that, Jimmy."

"I won't if you don't call me Jim."

"Deal, Halpert."

The two walked down Pam's block together.

"Hey, Pam?"

"Yeah, Jim?" she picked a dandelion growing in a crack.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I don't know." She considered it. "Daddy works at Dunder Mifflin, but it seems real boring."

"What the heck is Dunder Mifflin?"

"They sell paper," Pam said in a serious, matter-of-fact voice, making Jim laugh.

"I wouldn't want to sell paper," he said, meaning it.

"What would you want to do, then?"

"Dunno. All I know is I just want to always stay with you, Pam." Jim blushed a little.

Pam smiled. "I want to stay with you, too. 'Cause you're my best friend."

"Pammy?"

"No Pammy."

"Pam?" he grinned.

"Yes, Mr. Halpert?"

"When we're tall and grown-up—but not too old—will you be my first kiss? And will I be yours?"

"Of course, Jimmy."

"No Jimmy! Promise?"

"Pinky Promise." She held out her pinky finger and they shook on it.

"Thanks, Pammy."

"That's it!" She growled. "You shall always be Jimmy."

"No!"

She promised, Jim thought sadly as he walked home. A promise lasts forever. How could she do this to me?

I know, Pam was a little Kellyish, but, she just got her first kiss. C'mon.

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