OK! Sorry for the wait, people. I have been busy with my other story and I was a little confused about where to go with this one, but I finally cranked out a chapter! Thanks to ktface3 for the ah-mazing beta! I seriously thank God for her guidance. I also want to thank you guys for the awesome reviews. Its what keeps me going.

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Pam looked up, her expression falling at the sight before her. Jim was in his old bedroom, only his desk was turned the wrong way. She could see the back of his head, his neck, that messy brown hair. She was so frustrated that she contemplated moving hers the other way too.

They had always had their desks facing each other. Always. So when she would do her homework or draw, she could look up and see him, doing his homework or writing a new song. He would automatically look up too, because he just knew. They could feel their eyes on each other. It wasn't a sixth sense or a special connection or that feeling you get when someone stares at you. It was just a motion. They wouldn't even think when their heads arched up to look out the window and would see the other smiling. It was what made homework bearable, and it was what inspired their songs and sketches. It was what it was.

But now he was turned the other way, leaving her with a frown and an empty piece of paper. If he had known that she was always drawing him, he wouldn't have done that.

She pursed her lips at what was there on that white sheet. Nothing. But she could draw him. She had memories to draw from; she didn't need his faint figure across the street in the second-story window, sitting directly across from her. She could draw Jim from memory.

She knew the way he hunched over his desk. How that one piece of hair would always get in the way on the left side of his right eye. How he would think while he wrote, occasionally landing on a funny memory, and smiling at the thought. How his smile would form a lopsided curve on his face.

She knew the way his cheeks reached up when he was pondering something, she knew how many laugh lines were surrounding his soft lips.

Pam giggled, remembering how his legs were getting too long for that desk by the end of ninth grade, but he kept it there anyways so he could look up and see her.

She felt one, lonesome tear roll down her cheek. They should've kissed on graduation night.

The tears kept falling as she kept drawing. The way his eyelashes laid atop one another when he closed his eyes, resting gently on the soft flesh beneath his eyes. How he would sometimes smile in his sleep, so she could always tell what his dreams were like. All because of that smile.

They had never been involved romantically, but Pam had seen him sleep plenty of times. Especially in her senior year, they would watch movies when Roy went out partying. She liked watching movies with Jim best. He always let her pick, even if it was Edward Scissorhands for the fifth time in a row.

She sighed. It had been awhile since they watched that movie together. It had been awhile since they watched any movie together. That's what she couldn't stand.

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Jim sat at that desk, trying so hard to write out a song, but it was nearly impossible. Karen had come over, and upon seeing that his legs barely fit under his desk, told him he should turn it around. He had let her, because there wasn't much reason to let it face the window anyways.

He had always kept it that way, no matter how tall he got, so he could look up at her when he did his homework. So he could get a taste of that curly auburn hair again.

It was either that, or feel her soft gaze on him. He always knew when she was looking at him. Or vice versa. It was what it was.

He sat at that desk, trying to crank out a song with no results, and couldn't believe when he felt those eyes on him. Burning a hole in his neck, he knew she was looking at him. He knew she was probably frowning, wondering why he would change the direction of his desk. He wanted to go over there and tell her why, so she wouldn't feel hurt. But he didn't. He stayed in his chair and kept his eyes focused on the empty piece of paper.

Karen, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, babbling about whatever, didn't have a clue as to what was going on.

He wouldn't tell her, even if she cared.

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The block party that night was pure torture. Pam tried to have fun and danced with one of Kelly's cousins, while Jim and Karen stood together smiled at each other. Michael brought a girlfriend along, some girl named Carol, who had dressed up as a slutty cheerleader. Michael had told her it was a costume party as a joke, but she took it seriously.

So while Pam danced with a random guy, dorkily waving her arms in the air, her peripheral vision kept distracting her. It was like blinking, flashing, alarms going off in her head, every time Jim looked at Karen. Which was all night, so she had a headache by the time the block party was over.

That was the worst part. She was hurting, but it went deeper than emotional. It was a physical pain, making her head hurt and her eyes blurry, pounding, pounding, pounding, with every step she took. It hurt.

She wondered what Jim would think if he knew that he was making her feel this way.

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Dwight and Angela were not talking during the block party.

She had six cats, which her father approved of. There was Sprinkles, Cupcake, Miracle, (to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ) Mary, (His mother) John (the baptist) and her latest one, Dwight.

Her mother had found an abandoned kitten on the side of her road, in need of a home. Angela promptly took it in, feeding it her special mixture of whole milk and liquid animal vitamins. After getting permission to keep it, she named it after Dwight.

Imagine her dismay, however, when she brought the cat to the block party to show to Dwight, only to be told by him it was not worthy of his name.

He told her that the cat didn't give anything to anyone and wasn't very strong, and she didn't like that answer. Not at all. Naming a cat was special, if not something that Jesus Christ would supervise. She was making a big sacrifice naming it after a mere mortal and not naming it something like Noah. Couldn't Dwight see it meant he was special to her?

Dwight, seeing she was angry, raced around and to show her that he didn't really mind, and that she could still call the cat Dwight. But she had walked away, finally giving up and going home early. She took that cat with her, intending to give it that meaningful life it deserved, even if Dwight thought it was incompetent. She would show him what incompetent really meant.

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