Author's Notes: First of all, this is my first office fanfic. Second of all, I don't think this idea's ever been taken before, or at least I hope not. Third of all, this will never, ever happen in real life, and this is just for fun! It should have multiple chapters if I get a lot of reviews.
Dwight looked around the Scranton branch of Dunder Mifflin. It seemed to be a regular day: Jim was staring at Pam, Stanley was being pouty and Michael was playing with his 'World's Best Boss' coffee mug.
He adjusted his glasses and dared look over at Pam. She smiled and then turned her attention back to her computer. Dwight smiled and continued his day calmly and solitarily.
It was only when Michael called him did he have any form of social contact.
"Dwight, what are you doing?" Michael asked him.
"My job, of course. As assistant regional manager…"
Michael cut him of and shook his head. "I need you to annoy somebody or something."
"Why?" Dwight demanded, a bit pissed off at the statement.
"Because that's what you do. You annoy people,"
Dwight felt hurt, but soon shook it off. "Okay…how do I annoy people?"
"Um…let me see…" Michael replied, pretending to ponder. "come with me,"
Dwight followed Michael out to the parking lot.
"Puke," Michael instructed.
"I can't puke. I haven't had anything bad to eat."
"Dwight, you know what? You can go home for the day."
Dwight took off his glasses and squinted. He took out a roll of duct tape out of his pocket and taped the bridge of his glasses.
"Dwight. Go home. Leave. Go!" Michael shouted and Dwight backed off.
Dwight nodded and gave Michael a hug. Michael pushed him away and he smiled sheepishly.
"Bye,"
"Yeah, just go."
Dwight headed over to his car and started up the engine with a loud roar. He sped off on the highway thinking about his unusually short day.
When he arrived home twenty minutes later, there were three messages on his answering machine, which was weird considering that his mom never even left messages for him.
He thought hard and smiled when he realized who had left them for him.
"Dwight, why did you go home early? I've missed you…" one of the messages said.
"Dwight, Michael is sending us into a meeting. It won't be the same without you there…" said another.
"Dwight, I want to go out for dinner, call me." Said the last.
Dwight dialed her number and she picked up with a cheery, 'hello'.
"I'm available for dinner," he said a little too eagerly. "What about you?"
"Roy's away for the week, so I'm available," she whispered. "Pick me up at eight."
"Eight o'clock PM," he said, "where do I pick you up?"
"Dwight!" she cried, a little more loudly. "At…my apartment."
"Okay."
Dwight put down the phone and smiled his odd smile. Pam. What a woman.
