Title: Preparation
Disclaimer: The Office does not belong to a sixteen year old Jewish girl. Life is not that cool.
Pairing: Jim/Pam-ish
Summary: Drabble, Pam gets ready for Jim's arrival to work.
Spoilers: The Merge, Casino Night
A.N.: Reviews would be tremendously appreciated. Tremendously.
Completed: 10:15pm 11-25-06
The tingling had begun.
The alarm still ringing, her head on the floral pillow, mismatched sheets tangled around her, one sock tangling off, she could scarcely breath from the excitement.
Switching the alarm to radio and turning it up, she stripped off her pajamas and made it to her shower in record time. Feeling the water wash over her, she felt rejuvenated, and didn't care how corny that sounded. She sang off-key to the radio and scrubbed her skin with mixed berry body wash, trying not to laugh at the memories of Jim's taunting jokes that came with that flavor. Wanting to take her time and hurry, Pam was almost completely dried off before she realized a leg had gone unshaved.
Standing in front of her closet, draped in a towel, hair dripping, Pam wondered what to wear. Twenty minutes later she went with the outfit she spent half the night picking out.
Her hair was the unknown variable. Should it look like it does always? Remind him of times shared? Inside jokes, day long IMing, pranks on Dwight, her engagement to Roy? With a frown, Pam tried again. Hair down, natural with only a hint of preparation? Visions of Michael and the camera crew chased away that idea. The way it was on Valentine's? The memory of that day actually made her shake her head. It wasn't a bad day for them, no fights or anything, it just wasn't a good one. Her mind instantly wandered to the casino night and with a smile, she knew how to do her hair.
This was the hardest part, she decided. Despite taking her bittersweet time, she was ready. Ready to walk out her door and ride drive her car to work. Hair in perfect order (a mix between the every day and casino night), clothes perfectly arranged, teeth brushed to their shining white glory, bag in hand, (all items checked over twice), and the perfect line to ask him to meet outside of work, where she was going (after much small talk) to explain why she'd turned him down and promise to never make that mistake again.
With a smile on her face (whether of grim determination or nervous excitement she didn't know) she opened her door and walked outside. She could do this.
She was tingling.