A/N: Hey everyone! As a new Office fan, I recently finished watching every episode of the show. But now I've run out. So, in order to fill the void, I decided I wanted to write my own Office fic. After thinking about it for a few days, no brilliant ideas were coming to me. In a desperate attempt, I put my iTunes on shuffle, hoping a song would somehow spark something. After a while, the Ataris' "Unopened Letter to the World" came on, and this is what I came up with: Jim has written Pam a letter every day that he was in Stamford. He just never sent them. And while she's alone at his apartment one day, she finds them. Each chapter will be a different letter and I'll try to post a letter a day. So, with that in mind, I was wondering, does anyone know how long Jim was actually in Stamford? I mean, I made up the first date, figuring it was close to Pam's wedding, but I didn't know for sure. Any information you may have will help. Thanks! So anyway, I'm going to stop rambling. I hope you enjoy the fic. Please Read and Review. Feedback is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Clearly, I own nothing to do with The Office. All rights belong to people who actually own them. I also don't own anything else you may recognize, including the title of the fic, which, like I said before, belongs to The Ataris.
"Okay, if I were popcorn, where would I be?" Pam asked aloud as she rummaged around her boyfriend Jim's kitchen, in search of the desired object.
It was 8:00pm on a Friday, time for Pam and Jim's weekly date night. Tonight they had decided to just take it easy and watch a movie at the apartment. It was Pam's job to make the popcorn while Jim was off selecting a movie at the local Blockbuster. But, to be honest, they probably would have been better off reversing roles because she didn't know where he kept his bags of popcorn, God forbid they be in a obvious place, like you know, a cabinet, and the last time Jim was in charge of picking up the movie he came back with "Ice Princess" instead of "The Princess Bride." She still hasn't forgiven him for that yet.
But, we digress. After looking through all the cabinets in the kitchen, in one last desperate attempt, she opened the broom closet. And low and behold, perched on the shelf, seemingly taunting her, was the six-pack of Pop Secret popcorn.
"Why would this be in here?" Pam wondered, while incredulously shaking her head. But, after thinking about it for a moment, it was Jim she was talking about, and sometimes these things are better off left unknown.
As she was just about to turn around and shut off the light, something in the corner of the closet caught her eye. Sticking out of an old Nike shoebox was a slim, white envelope. Written on the front, in Jim's handwriting, was her old address. The one where she lived with Roy.
Telling herself that it was none of her business, Pam shut off the light and shut the door. She made it about halfway back to the kitchen when she paused. "Who the hell am I kidding?" she asked with a sarcastic laugh. She promptly spun on her heel and went back down the hall, flinging open the closet door.
Taking a quick glance at her watch, she mentally calculated that she still had a good amount of time before Jim returned and could catch her. So she snatched the envelope and opened it carefully so she could later put back everything in its rightful place without Jim becoming suspicious.
Pam pulled out a letter from the envelope. The first thing she saw was the date. June 1st. June 1st, June 1st. Why did that date sound familiar? And then it hit her. June 1st was the day after May 31st. And as obvious as that sounds, May 31st of last year was Casino Night at Dunder Mifflin. Which meant June 1st was the day Jim left Scranton for Stamford, without ever saying goodbye.
Well, there was no way Pam was going to let this go now. She had to know what Jim had to say on the whole Stamford situation, and was also curious to know what he wrote that he didn't see fit to actually send. So she took a deep breath, and began to read.
A/N2: Thanks to countrycutie424 for catching my slip about not mentioning the fact that Pam actually saw the letter the first time she went into the closet. I had this story saved in two different places and must have used the wrong version. I feel wicked stupid I didn't catch it. So, thanks again!