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Chapter 3

All of the things, I want to say...

One month, twenty nine days, one hour and forty-two minutes. It was enough time that had been wasted. Today was the day. The day to spill it all out. He was on his fifteen minute break, Pam's too. He watched as she made her way to the lunch room, though she wouldn't be eating yet.

He quickly stood up and swiftly followed her, hoping Dwight was to busy on the phone to notice.

"Hey." He said, now walking slow with his hands in his pockets. Pam offered him a smile over her shoulder as she walked up to the vending machine.

"I uh...I wanted to talk to you." He said, swearing a sweat was already starting upon his brow.

Pam put in a few coins in and pushed the numbers to make a pack of cheese crackers fall. She picked them up then turned to him. "Yes Jim?"

Oh, did she have to look at him in the eyes, seeming so innocent?

"I...I...um..."He laughed, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair. "I...don't know...I kind of forgot. It must have just been something stupid anyway."

Just aren't coming out right...

"Oh...alright."

Jim started to walk away when she called him back.

"Wait! I got something to give you."

With a perked eyebrow in curiosity, he turned back around. "And what would that be, Beesley?"

She stuck her hand in her pocket, then checked it to make sure it was the right one before handing it over.

"A...save the date card?" Jim asked, nearly choking on the words. His face looked alarmed, so he quickly changed it to mildly surprised. It was the best he could do.

"Yeah. Why do you looked so shocked? You knew you were getting invited, didnt you?"

He looked away bashfully before venturing to say, "Are you inviting everyone in the office?"

"I don't know. But I guess if you invite a few...you have to invite them all, right?"

"It's your wedding. You chose who you want. Besides, do you really want people like Dwight and Michael there?"

"No! That's the one thing that can make this worse!" She laughed, then it was her turn to look stunned, as if she couldn't believe she had said such.

"I...I mean..."

Jim nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean." In all reality, he hadn't a clue, thinking the two were quite happy. But he had gotten so used to saying it, to be the one she gathered her courage from, so he said it now. She was probably just reflecting upon all the stress anyway.

"I know you do. But anyway," She said, her voice becoming cheerful, a forced smile on, "you've been known to play a mean game of basketball with Roy and an occasional word or two with him, so who's side of the church do you want to be seated on? You'll have to have a place in front row."

"Dont...don't family members and parents usually get the front row?" He asked, tilting his head as he quickly moved to the vending machine and pushed a button to send down a candy bar that he had randomly chosen for an excuse to not face her.

"Oh...well yes, I suppose so. Second row then! Which side?"

He fidgited with tearing open the one end of the candy bar wrapper as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip, wondering how long he could make this excuse last.

It was the first time to his belief that he was actually grateful to see Michael come towards him.

"Any messages, fax, or notes for me Pam - u- la?" He asked, stressing the syllables and drumming his palms on the counter. He had that smile on again. That smile that told them just how bored he was, begging Pam to let him do anything. It was a dangerous smile for Jim. Who knew what their boss would find for entertainment in such a situation.

"I'm...on break. But when I left there was none." She answered, apparently disappointed that her conversation had been broken off.

But with that, Michael's face actually fell, his normal careless comedy not showing. Looking distressed, he turned and walked out, supposively to go bug other employees. Yet neither could miss the obvious wink wink that Michael gave Jim before closing the door tight.

"Well?" Pam asked, looking over at Jim again as she popped a bit of cracker in to her mouth with a crunch, her smile back.

"Uh...what was the question again?" He feigned forgetfulness. Of course he knew. But any extra time to come up with something...oh, anything to say, would be a Godsend.

"Who's side do you want to be on?"

He glanced down at the Save the Date card in his hand, his palms becoming sweaty. "Erm...I uh...I just..."

I'm tripping on words...

He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief of what was coming from his mouth. Why couldn't he just say it?

Pam was dying to encourage him, to flash a smile to help ease the words, but as much as she hated to admit it, she was afraid. Afraid that the words he struggled with were the words she was thinking that were tangled upon his lips.

Just then, Michael peered his head in. "Break time's over, kiddos. Enough smoochin' for now." He said with glowing eyes before disappearing again after smiling and offering a nod.

Jim ducked his head quickly as his cheeks reddened considerably. "I...got to get back." He said, then quickly hurried to his desk. He soon heard Pam make her way out slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her turn towards his desk. Quickly, he whipped out his cell phone and held it under the desk, dialing his office number. It worked - his desk phone let out a shrill ring. Picking it up, he acted like he was talking to a client, then sadly watched Pam change her direction to her own desk.

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Jim couldn't get himself to go home yet. His room mate was out with his latest girlfriend, and going to an empty, dark house just wasn't in him. Therefore, he grabbed his leather bag and headed to the roof of the work building. But what he saw there surprised him. Pam half sat on one of the walls, looking out at the landscape with tears in her sad eyes.

Now feeling awkward, he decided to turn around and let her to her own privacy when she called out.

"Jim?"

He was caught. Turning back around with a sheepish smile, he replied with a simple, "Hey Beesley. Didn't expect you to be here."

She bowed her head and sniffled, letting out a soft, embarrassed laugh and wiped her eyes dry. "Sorry..."

"You okay?" He asked, slowly advancing as he dropped his bag down by one of the two chairs on the roof.

"Yeah. It's just...stupid, I guess." Shrugging, she added, "I don't have anything better to do right now. And up here...it seems almost peaceful."

He nodded. "Once you get past the sounds of the highway and the sounds of a party from next door."

She grinned. "It's better than at home right now at least. It's a sport's night tonight. Football, Basketball, hockey...I cant remember which, and don't care to really. And hey - no phones here, right?"

"That's for sure." He agreed, and sat down, deciding not to get to close.

He slipped his ipod out of his pocket, turning it on. Pam squealed.

"Oh, do you have any new songs?" She asked, hoping down and rushing over, eager for a distraction from her sorrowful thoughts.

"Actually, I haven't listened to it for a while. I don't really know what's on it."

"Can I listen?"

He handed her an earphone, and she put it in, taking over the ipod itself. Jim looked away as he couldnt help put grin - his roommate Mark always declared that it was true love both ways if you could bring yourself to share earphones - trusting the other person didn't have anything disgusting growing in their ears. But of course, this had to be an exception.

"Oh, I love this song!" Pam finally exclaimed after skipping a dozen or so songs and dubbing him a dork for a few of them.

"Uh huh." Jim simply said. Katy had put this song on his ipod when they had first started dating, but he wouldn't tell Pam that.

With a smile, she started rocking back and forth, looking content under the blanket of stars, blurred from the city lights.

You got my head spinning...

She looked up at Jim in a dazed look, then slowly laid her head on his shoulder. His eyes opened wide - what was she doing?

His heart pounded, unsure what role he was supposed to play in this type of situation. And then suddenly he heard her gasp. The earphone was quickly ripped from her ear, that and the ipod being forced in to Jim's hands.

"I should go." Was all she offered in explanation, springing up and started running down the steps.

I don't know where to go from here...

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