Note: I do not own anything concerning The Office or Disney or anything of the sort. I am but a lowly college student writing this in her spare time.

So that was it. Michael had just said that no one needed to come in that weekend, meaning she would be going to the lake with Roy and Jim would be…well, not with her. It was strange. Even though his offer to meet her at the outlet mall was probably just part of their trash-talking joke, she still felt a flutter of disappointment that it was no longer even an option. "Well," she thought, trying to pull herself out of the glum, "it wouldn't have happened anyway. Now at least there's a reason for it."

That night, she listened as Roy made plans with his brother, Kenny, over the phone. At least he sounded animated about the trip. She, however, knew better. Whenever Kenny came, she knew she could look forward to a "fun" day on the beach by herself. That is, until the guys came in for lunch, which she will have made and laid out. Then it would be up to her to clean up while they went back out on the wave-runners or played football or whatever. She barely held in a sigh as she thought about it. It wasn't that she didn't love Roy, she did; it was just that she always thought there would be something more. Since she seen her Disney movie as a little girl, she had just assumed that there would be this…connection. That was it. She had assumed there would be a connection with the person she married. Something strong and uncontrollable that let her know that she had made the right choice. She didn't have that with Roy. But life isn't a Disney movie.

As they lay in bed that night, Roy asked her the same question she had heard a dozen times: "Babe, do you mind if Kenny takes your wave-runner out for awhile tomorrow?" He always said it would only be for awhile but that never stuck. That was fine; Pam didn't really care much for the machines anyway. It was the feeling of abandonment that bothered her.

"Of course," she answered, the same as she always did. "I can use that time to get lunch ready."

"Awesome. Love you, Pam." And with that, Roy was asleep.

As Pam lay there, listening to Roy snore, she realized that she not only wanted things to change, she needed them to change. Actually, it was not the first time she had had this thought. She felt that she deserved at least a chance at a better life. If that didn't work out…well, then this was the way it was supposed to be. She felt bad as she found herself desperately wishing this wasn't true. When that feeling started to fade, she worked out her plan for the following day.

"Roy," she said around 8:30 the next morning, "Roy, wake up. I'm not feeling well."

"What's that, Babe?" he asked groggily.

"I said I'm not feeling well. I think I'm getting the flu or something. Phyllis was out with it earlier this week, maybe I caught something from her."

"Well, you do sound kind of sick," he responded, sounding slightly concerned. In fact, she did sound kind of sick, though it was from exhaustion. She had only gotten a couple hours of sleep the night before after coming up with this plan that was almost sad in its simplicity. "How about I stay home with you today? Take care of you." The words didn't match the disappointed tone in his voice as he looked past her out the window at the beginnings of a beautiful day.

"No, no. That's okay. You go with Kenny. I'll probably just sleep all day, try to kill it before it hits. Besides, if I am getting sick you don't want to be here anyway." She tried to make her voice sound convincing so that he would believe her and go. It didn't take much.

"Well, if you're sure. I'm just gonna get changed and take off then. Let you get some sleep." With that, he was gone.

Pam waited a half-hour after Roy had left to get up and get ready. She was so excited; she just hoped that she would have the courage to go through with it. This wasn't like every other day at the office. This would be time spent in the real world with Jim. What if someone saw her? What if Roy called to check on her? Maybe Jim wouldn't even pick up and all this worry would be for nothing. "That would almost be for the best," she thought. She couldn't let herself chicken out, though. That was her gut instinct, but she wanted change and she had realized last night that if she wanted change, she was the one that needed to make it happen.

She waited anxiously until the clock on the stove read exactly 11:00 to pick up the phone and dial the number he had given her when they first became friends, but that she had yet to use. It started to ring. Once, twice, three times. With each ring, she became more and more nervous, her head spinning and the butterflies in her stomach fluttering as if a child was chasing them. Just as she was trying to convince herself that she had tried and was about to let her instincts take over, the familiar voice came on the line.

"Hello?"

"What am I doing?" she thought as her voice said, "Hey Jim. It's Pam."

Okay, so this is my first story ever. Please review, but keep this fact in mind. I have ideas for more of the story if people want it. Otherwise, I just wanted to try this so now that I have, if people think I should stop, don't hesitate to say so.