Yes! this chapter is a Ram one, so I hope you enjoy! Hehe, read with an open mind because it's really kind of sweet. And review. Next chapter is a Poby one.

"I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." His voice, although deep, was slightly shaky and partly pleading. Pam can't help but grin while he pushes against the reception desk, eyes nervous. It reminds her of how nervous he was when she was a junior, getting asked out by the senior.

"Oh. Thanks." She brushes off the young, careless memory by using her 'polite' voice, the one she uses when she doesn't know what else to say. In a tiny way, she wants to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him. Tell him thanks for the present.

"I got you something." He pulls out a box she didn't see, wrapped messily with simple wrapping paper. "I tried, but you know me. I can't wrap anything." He chuckled, and she giggled. Yeah, she does know him and wrapping. She wants to say that she's given him the present wrapping lecture a million times, but he would just remember all the times they shared Christmases together, half of the presents under the tree looking like six year-olds tried to wrap them while wearing mittens.

And then she'd remember that too.

"Thanks." She doesn't want to unwrap it, not here. Chances are he went to some store and asked a saleswoman to help him pick out nice art supplies, or maybe just got her some sweaters. She can't even tell, now that it's over and he's still buying her presents.

"You can unwrap it," he says, and she can't help but notice that he looks a little excited, like a little kid. She remembers picking out the best gift for her mom, wrapping it and waiting for her mom to open it and tell her she loves it. Pam decides to unwrap it.

His grin falters out of nervousness, the anticipation of will she like it or not?

She tears at the paper, just like always, because Pam isn't the type to save it for later. Her eyes grow wide when she sees it.

It's a gift card. A gift card for 200 dollars at Utrecht Art supply.

"I wasn't sure what kind of art supply to get you, and you said that you were gonna visit an aunt in Chicago this summer, and I saw that this store was in Chicago, so..." He trails off, cheeks burning.

Pam realizes that Roy doesn't like people knowing just how much he knows.

"Thanks." Her throat is on lockdown, closing in on her words and making her chest heave, but she doesn't care. Roy's is doing the same thing.

"Yeah." He looks like he wants to say something else, but wants to just leave at the same time. She thinks that it's too bad that the cameras are off today, they always get the worst shots of Roy.

All the fan fiction these days is so outrageous. She doesn't look at it often, it's kind of obnoxious to see what the media thinks and says about her private life. She shivers at the thought of some of the stories that are written. Roy didn't raise a hand at her and he doesn't -didn't, she doesn't know since they aren't living together- come home drunk.

Pam gives him a sympathetic smile, wishing that the public didn't have such a warped image of the guy she was once in love with.

Roy swallows and walks around to her side of the desk. She stands up and before he can even try to hug her, she throws her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss on the lips.

He isn't hesitant to kiss her back, an when they both pull back she can feel his breathing on her collarbone.

"Sorry." Her cheeks are so red that they match the new shirt she bought, the first one she's bought since she called off the engagement.

"Me too." He has nothing to be sorry about, he didn't initiate it and she's just subconsciously, mercilessly teasing him.

"Thanks for the present," she says softly, eyes looking low. He thinks that it's the widest he's ever seen them.

Pam purses her lips and sits back down, trying to forget the Roy that gave her flowers and took her to prom.

Yeah, that one.

I've always had this belief that maybe Roy wasn't an abusive, alcoholic asshole like half the fan fiction on here portrays him as. It's entertaining, but this is fun too. Don't be lame, abort flames. Just review!