Oscar lay on his back under an Elm tree, several yards away from the picnic. It was much quieter here. He closed his eyes. He could hear faint shouting and laughing, but it was soon drowned out by the wind in his ears and the shuffling in the grass that he hoped was a rabbit. It was shady but the sun still made him drowsy, and he had just started drifting off when he was startled awake by a familiar voice.
"Hey, Oscar! What are you doing over here?"
Oscar sighed and peeked one eye open. Of course it was Andy. He discreetly checked himself before replying.
"Hi, Andy. I might ask what you're doing here as well?"
Andy took a seat next to Oscar, crossing his legs. He started picking at the grass.
"I dunno. I got kind of overwhelmed with all the Jim and Pam congratulations. I mean, it's been two weeks since
they got married. Jeez." He threw some grass into the wind. "We get it, you're happy!" he added bitterly.
"Yeah, I know. It's a little sickening." Oscar smiled.
Andy lay down (just inches away, Oscar noted) and looked up at the sky, squinting a little from the sun. Oscar tried to figure out how to scoot over to a more comfortable distance from Andy without offending him.
"What do you think of Erin, Oscar?"
"She seems nice, I guess. I've never really talked to her...Why?"
"I think I like her," he said unconvincingly. "She's really sweet and cute. And she doesn't seem like she'd stab me
in the back, like Angela."
Oscar sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right. Maybe you should talk to her."
"Really? You think she'd like me?" Andy brightened up a bit.
"Yeah, why not? You're a good person. And you sing..." Oscar didn't really know what to say. He wanted to help
him out but...this was one of those bittersweet moments, wasn't it?
Andy smiled broadly and turned to Oscar. "Thanks, buddy. I think I will!"
Oscar turned and found Andy looking into his eyes. They were quiet for a few awkward moments and
Oscar could've sworn Andy was closer than he was before. Andy bit his bottom lip and Oscar unconsciously held his breath--
"Andy!!" they heard Dwight yell, running at them. "We're going to play Twister, come on!"
Oscar was quite embarrassed for a reason he couldn't really define, and Andy winked at Oscar and thanked him before hopping up and joining Dwight.
"You coming, Oscar?" Dwight asked.
"No, you boys go ahead." Oscar smiled weakly. The two ran off, almost skipping, and Oscar sighed and lay back
down. At least he didn't need to be discreet to check himself this time.