Jim Halpert watched the library assistant from across the room. Her curly auburn hair caught the florescent light just right to show off it's natural streaks fo gold. His heart beat doubled when she lifted her gaze from her stack of returns to smile his way.

She looked around, and waved him over as she was sure the librarian wasn't around. Playing coy, he acted like he wasn't sure what she could want until he knew she would give up on him. Not caring that he was a day behind in homework, he abandoned his course work and wandered her way.

"What's up, Beesly?" She offered him a jelly bean from her bag, which he accepted without question. "You're just trying to get me fat so you can have me all to yourself."

"You wish." He managed to not choke on his Jelly Bean. "So, how are things on the Dwight front?"

"Not bad. I'm making headway." He ducked his head to look back at his stuff. "Right now I'm working on filling his locker with Jell-O. By that I mean, I got here at an ungodly hour and filled his locker with Jell-O."

She snorted and shuffled some books to give the appearance of working. "How did you manage that?"

"I went to some dark places, Pam." He grabbed one of the books. "There are some real sickos on the internet these days. The chat rooms I came across would give you nightmares."

"Yeah, sure." She absentmindedly took the book from his hands and scanned it in. "I've had to use Roy's shower. Not much can scare a girl after that."

Jim felt the usual sick feeling in the pit of stomach kick up. "I bet not." He took a deep breath and forced it out without gagging. "Now that image is in my head. Thanks. I thought we were friends."

She rolled her eyes and leaned in close. "You know we are," she whispered. His brow raised in mock surprise. "Shut up, Jim. You're my best friend."

"Not Kelley?"

Jan came storming through the entrance, forcing the two to flinch away from each other. By habit, Jim grabbed a random book from the pile of returned books at Pam's elbow and walked off. Pam murmured a hello to the older woman, not even reacting as a jacket was tossed her way.

Realising his moment had passed, Jim gathered up his things. With one last wave her way, he left her to her work. The last remnants of the summer heat were already slipping away with the start of his Junior year. The cool morning air was almost always good to clear his head whenever he spent time with her.

He'd lived in Scranton since he was 3. The clown picture permanently attached to the wall in his dinning room was absolutely terrifying and he had no clue why it was there or when it had appeared. That being said, the most terrifying thing in his life was the fact that he was in love with his best friend. His best friend, who was wonderful and perfect, but who happened to be dating someone else.

"Late to class, again, I see." He rolled his eyes as his cover was blown. "And sneaking in. Very mature."

"Yeah, Angela," he sighed and looked up to meet the eyes of his teacher. "I was in the library looking for some books."

"What subject?"

He sighed and angled his long frame into his horrifically small desk. "Shut up, Dwight?" The boy next to him smirked, pleased with his personal accomplishment. "Hey, have you been to your locker yet today?"

The boy's eyes narrowed before they went wide. "You wouldn't." Jim shrugged. "What did you do, Halpert?"

"What did I what?"

Dwight cried in frustration, shooting out of his seat. "Mr. Schrute, please sit down." The boy ignored the teacher, sprinting from the room. "Why, Halpert?"

"Why not, Mr. Flenderson?"

The man sighed, his basset hound face looking more mopey than usual. He sighed, a broken man as he realised that he had no available options for the current debacle. With no real power over his pupils, he went back to droning about the ethics textbook none of them with the exception of Angela paid any attention to.

A/N: I am massively transparent with what shows I'm watching, aren't I? I'm also a mush ball. Jim and Pam for life! Enjoy. Love from this cheeseball writer.