A/N:
I do not own The Office. I only wish I did. And I'm sorry it's taken so long for these new chapters. I'm not really sure now many more there will be, but I guess you'll just have to read and find out! Reviews are always nice, so please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
Night was falling upon the horizon. The employees all said their goodnight and made their way to their respective tents. Pam left to use the restroom facilities, and Jim changed into more comfortable clothes. He had gotten his belongings back from the scavenger hunt. He put on his basketball shorts and removed his button down to use the white t-shirt underneath.
Pam returned to the tent wearing a blue wife beater and linen pajama pants. Her hair was in a soft bun and she was wearing glasses.
"So, this is what you sleep in every night?" Jim joked, even though he really wanted to know the truth.
"Yes it is…I guess I expected as much from you. I like the shorts."
She placed her small cosmetics bag back in her tote bag. She sat on the rocky ground and realized something was missing.
"Aren't we supposed to have blankets and/or pillows?"
"Oh, I totally forgot about that. I'll go ask for some."
"May I come with you?" She hoped to hear 'yes' come from his mouth.
"I'd love for you to." This was even better.
They exited the tent and Jim zipped the door. Pam tapped on Michael's tent wall and inquired for some blankets.
"Well it's about time for one of you to come get your blankets. The only problem is that we're just a little short on blankets, and we only have one left. You guys will just have to share!" He threw the blanket and two small pillows out of the tent and quickly zipped it back up.
"Man, I wonder why he was in such a hurry," Jim said.
"Ha ha, yeah, I do wonder what they were doing in there. I guess we'll be sharing this blanket tonight?"
"Yeah, but you better watch out, I am quite the blanket hog."
"Oh really? Well, you've got yourself a competition because I ALWAYS get the blanket."
"We'll see about this one…" He guided her back to the tent and placed his hand on the small of her back as she bent down to get back inside. Pam felt a surge of energy rush through her bloodstream.
She placed the pillows close together and Jim stretched out the blanket. Pam sat on top and waited for him to do the same. She fiddled with the corner of the ratty blanket until he said "You want to play a game?"
"Absolutely."
"Ready for a flashback from junior high? How about we play truth or dare."
"Yes! I remember getting my first kiss from that game in the 7th grade at my birthday party. It was pretty memorable."
"Seems like it." He smiled as he gazed into her wide eyes. "Okay, I'll go first. Truth or dare, Beesley?"
"Um, truth."
"Okay let me think…Oh I've got a good one. Who is your biggest celebrity crush?" He had a few other questions in store for later.
"Oh, this is tough. It's either Brad Pitt, obviously, or Ryan Philippe. But I think I really have to go with Brad, my future husband. Okay, truth or dare?"
"Dare, I'm adventurous."
"Ok, Halpert, get ready to feel the pain. Your dare is…uhh…you have to go listen right next to Dwight and Angela's tent and if you hear anything, anything at all, you have to knock on his vinyl door and ask for…soap."
"Soap?"
"It's the best thing I could think of. Now go, and I'll stand here and listen."
Jim's tall frame got tangled in the tent, but he managed to break free as quietly as possible. Wow, that was graceful, he thought to himself. He crept up to the side of Dwight's tent and placed his ear carefully on the side. He heard some noises, but nothing too noticeable. Just when he thought he was clear, Angela began groaning. Who ever thought such a little woman could make so much noise?
He knew Pam had heard this. He looked to her and she nudged him along with her hand signal. He gave her a smile and she felt her heart skip a beat.
Jim sauntered to the door of the tent and slightly tapped. No response. He tapped a little harder and Angela's noise stopped immediately. He heard people searching frantically through the tent and was surprised how quickly the tent unzipped.
"How may I…oh wait, it's Jim, what do you want, Jim?" Dwight asked oh-so politely.
"I just, well, I really need some soap. Do you have any?" Jim swore he heard Pam giggling in the background.
"Whatever, fine, take my small bar soap. But I want it back tomorrow morning."
"Oh, not tonight? I can give it back soon, I just need it for a minute," Jim pried into the situation, making Angela very uncomfortable.
"Just go, Jim." The zipper door snapped shut.
He didn't start laughing until he reached the tent, and once he did the laughing was uncontrollable. They must have been laughing for two minutes when they heard a tap on their tent. Pam opened the flap and saw Karen standing outside.
"Hey guys, can you keep it down? Some people are trying to sleep." She sounded pissed.
"Sorry, Karen. You can go back to sleep. We'll be quieter," Jim told her.
"Well I'm not really going to get much sleep with Kelly talking all night long, but it would be nice if I didn't have to listen to this in the background."
"We're sorry Karen," Pam tried to sound as comforting as possible.
"Okay. See you in the morning."
"Bye." Pam zipped the flap and turned to Jim. "Wow, she must really be mad at you," Pam whispered.
"Gee, I wonder why. My girlfriend for 6 months has to listen to possibly the most annoying person in the world. And to top it off, she also gets to listen to her ex-boyfriend have fun with another woman. Only, not in that way…but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do." Pam only wished they were having fun in that "other way."
