Ring my Bell & With or Without You
By: Elizabeth Gentile
I'm glad you home See the stone set in your eyes,
Now did you really miss me? See the thorn twist in your side,
I guess you did by the look in your eyes. I wait for you,
Sleight of hand and twist of fate.
"Do you mind getting me a pen from the supply closet?" Pam asked Jim who in reply nodded. "I'll be back, hold tight." Jim replied as he got up from his chair, he didn't mind walking around the office. It had been a slow start to the day; Michael was on a sales call with Andy so the office was very quiet and productive. Jim walked to the kitchen; the supply closet was beside Toby's desk in the annex. Jim strolled through the kitchen and opened the door that lead into the back of the office. Jim walked in; his hands shoved deep into his pants pockets. Toby turned around in his chair, he smiled and waved at Jim. "Do you happen to have the key to the supply closet?" Jim asked as he walked closer toward Toby. 'Yea, give me a second," Topy replied as he turned back to face his desk, he opened the top drawer. Jim waited for about three seconds until Toby turned back around and handed him the key. "Thanks," Jim mumbled as he began to walk toward the closet. Jim was right against the door, he swore he could hear mumbled noises coming from inside. He brought the side of his head up against the door and listened. Jim could hear faint mumbles, moans, groans and whines. Jim's eyes went wide, someone was making out in the supply closet. "Maybe its Kelly and Ryan," Jim thought as he tried to listen harder. He wanted to go in and catch whoever was in there but Jim knew better than that. If he and Pam were in there, he wouldn't want anyone to find them. Kim slowly turned back around and headed back to Toby's desk. "Here Toby…do you happen to have a pen that Pam can borrow?" Jim asked as his hand stretched out with the key. Toby took the key back and began to frantically look for a pen. "Here Jim, tell Pam she can keep it." Jim smiled and nodded his head; he left Toby alone in the annex as he returned back to the receptionist desk. Jim walked up to Pam's desk; Pam slowly let her eyes move away from her work and onto Jim. "Voila," Jim whispered as he handed her the pen, she smiled. "Thanks Jim," Pam replied as she set the pen down next to her stack of unfinished forms. "Oh no, don't thank me, Thank Toby," Jim brushed off; he wasn't going to take credit for someone else's good deed. "Toby? Were you too afraid to go into the supply closet?" Pam chuckled. Jim nodded, "I wasn't gonna go in there…someone was making out with someone else." It was now Pam's turn to act shocked, her hand covered her mouth. Pam began to shake her head, laughing behind the hand that covered her mouth. Jim let his head hang as he too began to laugh. "That's wild, did you find out who was in there? Hear anything that might give us a clue?" Pam asked, she was getting into the mystery of the supply closet. "I have no idea, I thought it was Ryan and Kelly but they just make out in public anyway," Jim concluded as Pam nodded her head in agreement. Jim continued to stare at Pam; he could tell she was thinking hard about this. Jim noticed that she was wearing a new shirt, a baby blue dress shirt with moss green stripes. The green complimented her eyes; Jim couldn't help but to notice how the fabric fit snuggly on her breasts. Jim shuttered, "I should get back to my desk." Pam didn't respond, her eyes were fixed on Dwight's desk, "Jim, did Dwight come into work today?" Jim slowly turned his head to look behind him, no one occupied Dwight's desk. "He did…" Jim whispered as he turned back to face Pam who slowly rose from her seat. Pam stared at Jim, they had figured out the mystery of the unidentified noises from the supply closet. Both of them stood in their spots staring at Dwight's empty desk. Could it be that Dwight and Angela were the ones in the closet, both Jim and Pam knew they were in a relationship? They both thought it wasn't as intimate or serious. Jim and Pam were still waiting, watching for someone to stroll out from the kitchen. After about two and a half minutes, Angela walked out. Pam instantly noticed that Angela's clothes were ruffled and creased. Jim noticed that her usually perfect hair was all over the place. Jim and Pam looked at each other, was this really happening? Angela stumbled over to her desk; she kept her eyes to the floor. Pam shook her head, things were happening in this office that she never thought would happen. 'So you think Dwight and Angela were looking for pens in there?" Jim joked; he couldn't even begin to process what had just happened. Pam's facial expression changed from shocked to disturbed, "I am never going to use a pen from that supply closet ever again."
The rest of the day went as normal as it could be in the office, every day was one stake crazier than the last. Dwight later appeared back at his desk, he came from the annex with his tie bunched up in his fist. This was the first time ever in Jim's own history of Dwight Kurt Schrute that he was not wearing his tie at work. Jim had tried to calculate how long Dwight and Angela were away from their desks, he was guessing around seventeen to nineteen minutes. Jim began to chuckle, how could and human being make physical love in only twenty minutes? It baffled Jim but he wasn't as surprised, this was Dwight and Angela after all. Dwight returned to his work, he had three offers and delivers waiting to be taken. He quickly got back into the swing of things, calling back his costumers. Angela got back into work as well, filling out forms and making sure each transaction followed suit. There was a lot of pressure between the two, they sat at different parts of the office, they worked under different categories and they both had different styles of working. Angela was strict and to the point, she didn't like it when people got off topic. Dwight only cared about honor and expectations, living up to the Schrute name. Angela and Dwight both lived differently, their everyday routines were the exact opposite, Angela lived her life for God and for her cats, and her life was scheduled and repetitive. Dwight's way of living was simple and carefree, he awoke early and went to bed late, he spent time with his cousin Mose and he also took care of his farm. Even though Dwight and Angela were different, they did have some similarities. They were both strong believers in hard work and the law; they even shared their love for the company. Personally and emotionally, they shared the same pain. Dwight and Angela both knew the feeling of being an outsider, the feeling of no one understanding you. That, they shared together. They were only dating for about three months and a half; already they doubted and questioned their relationship, spent a night at one of their homes and made love under the stars. So far their love was new and unexpected, the loved the feeling on new love. As Dwight made calls back to his customers and clients, he couldn't help to look around and stare at Angela from time to time. He loved how her almost transparent blond hair cascaded and fell onto her small shoulders. How her mouth stayed the same but once in a while he would catch her secretive smile. Angela had things she loved about Dwight too, it was only normal to love someone for other than their heart and soul. Angela loved his blue eyes, the way they shone whenever they made love under the stars. She also loved his strong arms and his long legs. Most of all, she loved his rough hands and the fact that they were rough because he used them to help grow and nourish food. She also had a slight fixation with his beet stained teeth. No matter what it was they loved or accepted about each other, they both knew that each other would be taking care of one another's heart.
Angela had left work at five thirty; she had a lot of forms that needed her signature. When she got home, Dwight had left her a message on her answering machine; he was coming over for dinner. Angela wasn't the least bit worried; she would make him his favorite dish, cooked beets, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, and steak. It was a real farmer type dish, all the vegetables she was using, that Dwight had given her. Angela had learned that most of Dwight's relatives were farmers; they traded their crops with one another. Angela thought of the whole idea very wholesome, they lived off the land they toiled. Dinner was just about done when Angela heard a knock at the door. She undid the lock and turned the knob, her gallant gentleman stood before her holding a pie. Angela smiled; the pie was from Mose, Dwight's cousin. Mose wasn't very good at making anything; he wasn't even up to date with technology. Never the less, if Mose could hit something dead on, it was making any sort of pie. "Hey Monkey," Dwight greeted, his lips formed a smile. Angela felt shivers down her spine when she heard Dwight's voice. Angela moved slightly out of the way so Dwight could come in, Dwight was also greeted by some of Angela's cats. Angela closed the door as Dwight tried to make his way to the kitchen; about five cats followed Dwight at his heels. Dwight set the pie down on the countertop in the kitchen; he turned around and looked down at his feet. Five cats sat by his feet, Kettles and Ginger on his left and Flower, Cookie and Caramel by his right. Angela watched from the doorway as Dwight stroked and played with her cats, even though he didn't like them, he tried his best to incorporate them into his life. Angela heard the cooking timer go off, dinner was done. 'Dinner's ready, come and sit down Dwight," Angela ordered as she rushed into the kitchen. Before Angela reached the stove, she was pulled into a strong hug. She looked up at Dwight and smiled, this is how she wanted it to be like forever.