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A/N: This is continuation of the previous chapter. This time, it's Ryan's POV. This was particularly difficult because I really dislike the character of Ryan, mostly because he reminds me of my ex. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. As I have mentioned numerous times. Please write a review. They make me happy and they motivate me to continue writing chapters. If you like what you read, tell me. Thanks in advanced. And those who have, you guys rock!

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Kelly/Ryan: (Takes place during 'Money'. Flashbacks throughout Season 2 - 4)

Ryan was setting up the presentation for Michael in the conference room. Everyone was already seated. As he was adjusting the projection screen and making sure it aligned with projector, he glanced over at Kelly in habit. She looked over at him as well and their eyes locked for a brief moment. He shook his head and started scolding at Michael for forgetting the presentation.

Am I ever relieved that I ended things with that broad. She was the most clingy, conniving little twit I ever came to know. She always found a way to get under my skin, no matter what I did. She would always make me feel guilty about something, half the time I didn't know for what. She would always beg for me to spend every waking hour together and share our feelings. I never understood why chicks always wanted to talk. They always want to know what you're thinking, at any given time, of any given day of the week. It got out of control. My life began to consist of what Kelly and I were doing together, what I had to do for Kelly, what I was required to do, as her boyfriend. I was starting to lose my identity. I was rapidly becoming nothing more than Kelly's boyfriend, and that would not do. Not at all.

When we first started seeing each other, it was kind of cool because we were like a secret. The only person who had any idea about us was Jim, who was harmless. Kelly was cooler than. She was really pretty and exotic. She was pretty funny and we had a lot in common. I couldn't believe how much I lucked out on her. I had a crush on Pam for a while, but when I realized she and Jim and Roy had this weird thing going on, I decided that it would be best to stay out of that. Kelly was more outgoing, anyway. She respected that I spent time with my friends most weekends, going to parties, just hanging. Trying to cleanse myself of the filth and stench of Dunder Mifflin. When we first started dating, I let her tag along. She had fun with most of my friends, except Jack, who thought she was kind of a ditz. At the time, I really liked Kelly and had a lot of fun with her. It wasn't until the day before Valentine's Day that things went down hill.

We had finally hooked up and it was nice. It was after that when everything changed. I tried to leave right after because I really hate that awkward feeling afterwards. I was getting on my pants on the side of her bed, trying to be quiet because she started to fall asleep. As I was zipping them up, Kelly shoot out of bed and started to panic, thinking I was going leave without saying goodbye. I told her I had to go into work early because Michael needed me to bring him something, but she didn't buy it. She started to cry and said that I was a jerk for not being considerate. I apologized and started to leave again. She said that she couldn't wait until the next day, Valentine's Day. That's when the trouble began.

Kelly and I were not on the same train of thought after that. She wanted to have babies and get married and have the American dream of being a housewife. I wanted to have fun and eventually start my own business. She wanted a commitment. I wanted to just have some fun with her, no commitment. She wanted me to be her boyfriend. I wanted to just to have fun, no commitment. As the months went by, I was having less and less fun with her and began to have the one thing that I dreaded the most, a commitment, other than school. She would call me at all times of the day. She would want to be around me all the time. Day and night, night and day. Weekdays and weekends.

I liked Kelly, but the longer we stayed together, the more she expected of me. There were times when I did enjoy my time with Kelly. When I was in business school, she went all out on study tactics to help me for the GMATs and any other exams that came my way. She made homemade flashcards and even made up a really funny song using mnemonics. There were other times when she wanted to spend 'quality time' with me, which involved me watching a ridiculously stupid excuse of a film. Even though I thought my eyes might bleed from the visual stimulation, holding Kelly and having her lean her head on my shoulder was always something I looked forward to. In all honesty, I really did care for Kelly. She was kind and warm, but I was than and still am not ready for that type of commitment. That was something Kelly could never comprehend.

I had been trying to get out of the relationship for months. Her parents hated me and her sisters said I looked like Zach Braff, which was really weird, and I'm guessing they got from Kelly. And every time I got close to ending it, Kelly would always do something sweet or kind or great in bed that made me change me mind. Simply Kelly would not understand or take a hint. It just wasn't in her vocabulary or thought pattern. I tried to pursue Karen for a little while, but I was turned down because she was with Jim, which I don't get. I mean, c'mon. What the hell does he have that I don't? Yeah, he's tall. Big deal! I am just as good-looking as he, if not more so. But anyway, I had heard that Michael, Jim and Karen were interviewing for the corporate position, which none of them were really qualified for, not like I was. I had called David the next day after the trip to the beach and told him that I was interested and told him my credentials. When he heard that I had an MBA, I knew I was good as in.

Getting the job was probably the single greatest moment of my life. It was better than when my team won in the Little League State Championship. I was better than getting my first car. It was better than actually getting my MBA. It felt like the planets aligned just for me and finally things seemed to be going my way, finally. It was my first step in a new direction, a step to my real hopes and dreams. I was at a euphoria that was so unreal, until Kelly spoke. I was so pissed that she ruined that moment for me, I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. Yeah, I know. It was pretty harsh, but trust me. That had to be done as quickly as humanly possible. Maybe if I was in a better mood, I would have talked to her about it, but she honestly pissed me off.

After I told everyone about my promotion, Michael, as expected, seemed to be the only one who seemed upset I was leaving. Mostly everyone else was pretty shocked and taken aback because I had kept it so secretive. I didn't want to jinx the interview if I told anyone, so I kept it to myself, which is easier than you think if you don't speak to anyone. Kelly was the only person I really talked to at work. I was forced to interact with Michael and sometimes I spoke to Toby. I really wasn't going to miss anyone, not that much.

Living in New York was all I ever wanted it to be. I got a pretty nice office with a view of Midtown. I was near the Theatre District, which was nice. I even got to hire my own assistant. When I went to meetings, people actually listened to what I had to say. They had respect for me, and it was nice after all those years of being Michael's 'protégé'. I got a kick-ass apartment and a new car. I was actually able to by clothes for me, not buying clothes for Kelly. I was able to go to all the hip bars and clubs and see celebrities at every corner, landmarks for as long as the eye could see. It was so exciting and lively compared to the quiet streets of Scranton. I remember thinking that if I closed my eyes, I could almost erase the memories of Scranton. Almost everything.

I made friends fast with a few of the other young execs in the building. At Corporate, I was the youngest one. They kept calling me 'sport' or 'kid' or 'wunderkind'. It was just annoying, so hanging out with much younger people was great. It was nice being around people who were much cooler than my friends in Scranton. I stayed in touch with a few people, family mostly, but most of my friends back home acted as if I changed once I went to New York. I thought it was better that I just get new friends. I had a new life and it was time for me to grow, having them along would just wane on me and get old and tired.

About two weeks after I moved to New York, I started to have dreams of Kelly. Not nightmares, just weird dreams. Than, no matter what I did or thought about, there was Kelly. She was in my every thought, my every movement, and my every dream. I didn't like it. I didn't like thinking about the girl that tortured me with her clingy behavior, her insane antics, and her constant ability to see through me and call me on my bluff. She was the only one who could see through my defenses, who knew how vulnerable and expressive my eyes were. The only other person who could do that was my mom, which I wasn't that fond about her knowing it either. I didn't know what to do; I just wanted her out of my system, out of my mind.

Coming back to Dunder Mifflin was terrifying. Mostly because it was the first time I saw Kelly since I left Scranton. I made a point to just go to Dunder Mifflin Scranton and talk to Michael, whom I really wasn't looking forward to, probably more than seeing Kelly. When I got there, one of my friends had text messaged me about a party that was happening that night, so when Pam said hello, I was trying to keep myself as focused on everything but Scranton as best I could. Seeing everyone was really weird again. Pam had changed her hair, which made her even more pretty, if that was possible. Jim grew his hair back out, big mistake. He looked like he was homeless. The only person who seemed happy about my return was Michael, per usual. Everyone was making fun of me. They kept bringing up the time I started a fire in the office, which also started Michael's ridiculous attachment to me. It wasn't until I entered the conference room and was blown away. There she was, looking beautiful in her favorite red dress.

When she wanted to see me in the annex, the place that still haunted my dreams with memories of incoherent jabber about the most nonsensical garbage on the planet, I was a little more than reluctant. But she looked so beautiful and I had been thinking about her constantly, maybe one more roll in the sack wasn't such a bad idea. When she said that she was pregnant, my mind went completely blank. Than I got completely enraged, than I got scared, than at of left field, I felt kind of excited. After all Kelly's ranting about babies and marriage, for the first time, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

At dinner, I tried to be nice and warm. I took her to the nicest place in Scranton, which would probably be a two, maybe two in a half star restaurant in New York. I told her all about New York and how well I was doing at work. I was having such a nice time, I almost forgot why I was so eager to break-up with her. Than she reminded me. She lied to me about the pregnancy. I couldn't believe that she would sink that low. After all the antics Kelly pulled, I could always rely that she would have some class, some dignity about her. She always kept herself groomed and well-kempt. She was always going to the hair salon when we dating and always dressed well. She was the best dressed in the office, bar none. But this seemed crazy, even for her. She did silly stuff and she had her quirks, but lying about something like this was the last straw. I threw some money on the table to cover the bill, gave her some money so that she could catch a cab to get her car from the office and I left the restaurant immediately and got the hell out of that part of town.

The next day wasn't any better. She kept looking at me and wanted to talk about what happened that night. I tried talking to David about out-sourcing Customer Service to India, but David thought that was silly since Kelly was Indian and spoke better English. Than at break, she cornered me in the break room wanting to talk. I tried to listen to her but with her high-pitch voice and with her rambling, I just stood there in auto-pilot. After about ten minutes of babble, I waved her off and told her point blank that it was over and that we were never getting back together.

Later on, I was looking at Pam and wondered if there was a chance that we could ever talk. She had always been so pleasant and with my new job, I could definitely treat her the way that she deserved. I had saw her drawing a few times and thought maybe I could break the ice with her if we had a common interest. When I saw what she came up with, I was genuinely impressed. When I asked her out, it was more of a slip out. She looked so happy and pretty and I just wanted to hang out with her, be around someone who was actually cool and not completely crazy. When she said that she was seeing Jim, I was completely floored. I mean, honestly, what does the guy have? A magical dick or something, I mean, really? How in the hell does a land these chicks? Anyway, after that fiasco and with the entire branch being completely whacked, like with Creed dying his hair. What was that? I had to get out of there.

Looking out her now, I can't believe that at one point, I was actually looking forward to having a family with her, being able to have a real relationship with her. Now, I can see her for what she truly is, a crazy bitch. I mean, look at her, she is completely not interested in what's going on at all in the meeting. What is her problem? She does look pretty today though. She's wearing my favorite shirt, the purple one. She wore that shirt when we watching 'A Walk to Remember'. That was a nice night. Why is Darryl here? He's not supposed to be up here. And why does she have her head on his shoulder? She only did that with me. Are they together? She's supposed be sad over me. Why are they holding hands? How could she just parade it like that? Who the fuck does she think she is?

As Ryan is trying to concentrate at scolding Michael, he interrupted by Kelly giggling with Darryl. She's holding his hand, "You're so funny." Ryan gets more uncomfortable, "Darryl, what are you doing here? You weren't invited." Kelly looks at him straight in the eye, "I invited him." Ryan getting more upset, "This doesn't concern the warehouse, go back downstairs." Darryl begins to get up, "Good. This was boring anyway." Ryan gets relieved that Darryl is leaving. As Darryl starts to leave, Kelly stands up, "Bye Darryl." She kisses him right on the lips, "See ya tonight." Ryan is about to explode with rage. Is she nuts? How dare she just kiss him in front of me. She's supposed to be all tears and suffering. Darryl starts out the door, "I got plans tonight." Ryan gets more relieved with Darryl. Take that, bitch! Kelly says to Darryl in a sing-song voice, "I'll call you than. Bye, honey." As Darryl walks out the door, Ryan eyes Darryl real quick to intimidate him, but fails after realizing their height difference. Dammit, why do I have be so short. He looks back at Kelly, who looks pleased with herself. Ryan nods, thinking that she won't be smiling for long.

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