You and Me
by Gerik's Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own The Office, or it's characters.
A/N : I'm not quite happy with this yet, but I dont know how to further improve it, though I have been trying to for the last few days. This contains quite a few chapters, though the story will remain quite short. Obviously, this is based on the song You and Me by Lifehouse. Enjoy, and please R&R
Chapter 1
What day is it? And in what month?
Jim Halpert strummed a pencil on his desk. Michael had just handed out the four month late Dunder Mifflin calendar, of which he was now flipping through as he counted days. At the tenth of each month, he'd stop his strumming to circle the number with that pencil, then start again. Two months. Just two months away...
He looked up at the clock.
This clock never seemed so alive...
Though he had tried to ignore it, he had heard Pam announce to Kelly and Phillis that the wedding was to be held at noon. Two months, three hours, and eight minutes.
His heart twisted. How many restless nights had he gone through since that dreaded booze cruise? How many times had his logical side broken down in those wee hours of the night to agree with everything else in him to confess. Confess those unspoken words. Confess before two months, three hours and seven minutes were up.
Jim rubbed his dry eyes. How much more of this could he take? He was sleeping less than he did in his college years, which was saying something.
I cant keep up...
Yet though he knew he had to get away, far away, he felt like his place was right here. A few feet from Pam. Just in case he gathered that courage he so desperately needed to make that confession.
His gaze wandered now from the clock, over to Pam, who was on the phone. She spoke like it was a business call, but Jim knew it wasn't by the way she kept nervously side glancing at Michael. It was most likely her mother again, calling to see if Pam had changed her mind on such meaningless details of the wedding reception. Lavender or lilic tablecloths? Should the napkins match the table cloth, or be lighter? Perhaps darker? Jim waited for her to say it.
"Darker, I suppose." Pam spoke, biting her bottom lip.
Jim nodded. It would have been his choice too, had he cared about such things.
With every word she spoke, confirming or denying all sorts of topics with her mother about that special day, Jim realized just how much time he had lost. From his hesitation and procrastination, this wedding was getting more and more permenant. It was going to happen. Pam was going to marry another man. A man that wasn't him. A man that didn't deserve her.
A man that didn't care enough about her or any of her interests. And this man would claim her his in two months, three hours and six minutes.
And I cant back down...
Time was being wasted. Time was slipping away. Yet Jim's legs were leadened. The facts shouted in his mind, yet he was helpless to do anything to change them.
I've been losing...so much time!
"I've been a coward. Now I'm going to lose her..." Jim whispered, then looked over in shock at his aching fingers to see the pencil he had been strumming was now shattered in two pieces.
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