Sorry the update took soooo long. We just started a new school and we need to get settled there. It's a ton of fun, but the days are long and its a lot of work. Being an artist is NOT easy. :D. So enjoy, after we're done with this story we'll do a lot of majoring editing and then put it on More Than That. Its a Jim and Pam fanfic. So yeah...enjoy!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next day was a Saturday, and Pam woke up strangely early; around nine o'clock. Jim was asleep next to her in his- er, their bed. They had spent the previous night packing her things into boxes, kissing, moving the boxes into a U-haul, kissing, putting all of her stuff into Jim's apartment, kissing, getting her settled in, and kissing some more.

Pam guessed that the kissing (or the moving) wore Jim out, which was why he was still asleep. Pam decided to make herself some tea to wake up, then call her mom.

As the water was boiling, she contemplated about what she should say. Give her mom little hints… I just got a new piece of jewelry, Ma, guess what it is? Or send her mother a picture message on a cell phone? Alright, that one was out. Pam had no idea how to even work her cell phone.

The kettle began to squeak, and Pam turned the flame of before it got the chance to wake Jim. She poured her tea, and decided that she should just say it straight out… Mom, I'm getting married.

She walked into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed. It rang twice before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mom," Pam whispered.

"Sweetie, hi! Where are you calling from? I don't recognize this number from anywhere."

"What?"

"Your father just hooked up the caller ID," she explained. "It's so helpful when I don't want to talk to people."

Pam giggled at her mother's honestly. "I moved in with Jim," she said. "I don't want to wake him up... that's the only reason I'm whispering."

"Oh Pam, good for you!"

"I'm not done," Pam said, her smile widening. "Jim asked me to marry him last night."

"Oh, sweetheart, that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" Pam's mother let out a laugh, then whispered, "Finally!"

"Mom!"

"What?" her mother asked defensively. "We both knew he was going to ask… I've been waiting to get this call for so long!"

Pam leaned back on the couch, taking a sip of her tea. "I guess… I guess I've been waiting to make this call for a long time, too."

"You're so much happier with him," her mother murmured. "You remember that, alright? No matter what, he makes you happy."

"I know, Mom. He's my best friend, and now he-" Pam was interrupted by someone clearing their throat in the doorway. She turned around and saw Jim, leaning on the wall, grinning at her. "I have to call you back, okay? I love you. Bye."

"See now, last time you said that to your mom, I kissed you… then you went on to almost marry someone else. This time I can kiss you, and you'll marry me."

Jim leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to her lips. She twisted her fingers through his hair, and his hands made their way around her waist. When they pulled back, she smiled and leaned against his chest.

"I am so excited for this wedding," he murmured into her hair.

Pam's smile quickly faded. "You're going to help… right?"

Jim pulled back, confused. "Help?"

"The wedding," she elaborated. "I had to do it by myself last time."

"Oh, Pam," Jim whispered, and kissed her again. "We're gonna tackle this wedding shindig together. Promise." He grinned. "Besides, I would never pass up the opportunity to go band-hunting with you. I mean, Scrantonicity's gotta have at least forty more bands that are exactly like it… the possibilities are endless."

She kissed him for a third time. "Thanks, Halpert."

He grinned. "No problem, future Halpert."

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Also on Saturday morning, Dwight was at the office. Still. He was on a stakeout, still thinking that Jim and Pam were there. He woke up at his desk, where he had fallen asleep the night before, at 5:24 AM… late for him. At first, he looked around worriedly, not knowing where he was. Once he was fully awake, though, he was able to smell the garlic. He realized where he was… and then where the two vampires were.

Dwight quickly sprung up, ready for action. He decided not to open the door and attack the vampires… it was two against one. And what if the other two vampires came to help them? Dwight knew for sure that he would be doomed. Instead of attacking, he started to put garlic and white roses in more places around the office… mostly around Jim and Pam's desks. As he was putting a few white roses under Jim's keyboard, he looked back into his bag, finding that it was empty.

Dwight sighed. This was certainly inconvenient. He decided to go home in a little while, and get more…materials. He didn't know if he could save the old Jim and Pam, but he certainly could not allow the new Jim and Pam to be around humans.

So after going around the office one last time, he took out his handy dandy holy water, and started to spray the entire room. Dwight realized that he had not yet sprayed himself. He began to spray himself for protection, but as we was doing that, he realized that it was not holy water… it was pepper spray, and it was in his eyes.

Dwight let out a cry of pain, and stumbled back, knocking into his own desk. He fell down, on top of his bobblehead, and let out yet another cry of pain. He got up, blinked a few times, and then sprayed holy water everywhere.

He was still blinking his eyes as he started to walk out of the office, but he missed the door and walked straight into a wall. He quickly recovered, so he began to descend the stairs, holding the handrail for dear life. He hoped that Jim and Pam had not heard the loud banging when he walked into the wall.

Dwight walked into the parking lot, the fresh air feeling nice against his burning eyes. Suddenly, realization hit him. Of course Jim Pam knew that he was in the office. Were they using their powers to cause him to fall, and spray pepper spray into his own two eyes?

He needed a new plan.

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On the very same Saturday morning, Bella was also up bright and early. Technically, she was always up bright and early, but today she decided to actually do something with her Saturday morning, instead of lounging around the house doing… well, nothing.

Bella dragged Edward out of the house at seven o'clock, and they ran to where she wanted, vampire speed. They hadn't run together since they arrived in Scranton, and by the time they got to the their destination, they were holding hands and laughing together.

"Bella… what are we doing up so early?" Edward asked as they stepped in front of the place, looking around.

"I didn't tell you?

"Well, I'm asking for a reason."

"We're pranking Dwight," she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Duh."

Edward raised his eyebrows. "I thought we were already doing that with Jim and Pam at the office?"

"We are," Bella said. "But we're just adding to it now."

"Alright… but what are we doing here, exactly? We don't even eat beets."

Bella grinned mischievously. "You'll see."

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