Alright, here's your last real chapter. I hope you like it, I worked really hard on it. I'm pretty sure I cranked out four copies of it and I liked this one mostest.

I know that you guys want me to update sooner, and I sincerely apologize, but I've been super busy. If it makes you feel any better, when I'm not writing I'm thinking about what I'm going to write in the next chapters so...there you go. Hope you enjoy, I tried my best.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Office, or these known moments from The Job.

Pam sat on her porch swing, remembering. She loved remembering, but at the same time despised it at times like these.

He'd made his decision, obviously. He was gone. She shut her eyes, blocking out his house across the street. The upstairs window, right side, in perfect vision of her window. They'd spent so many summers under the tree in her front yard. He'd walk over, greeting her with a warm smile, every single day. When the neighbor kids got suspicious, he'd told them is was because of the jelly beans Pam always had at her house. They'd eaten them together, combining them and making up new flavors, trying to create the most disgusting and the most exotic.

Talking, just talking. About nothing and everything, like her dreams of having a terrace and her love of painting, his dreams of happiness and his love of guitar. About how the sun shined and how neither of them wanted to grow up, not quite yet. In seventh grade she told him about her dream, the one she had of finding Never-Never-Land. Right under that tree, she'd told him. He'd laughed, telling her that if she waited, she'd find Peter-Pan at her windowsill. She'd told him that if he waited long enough, he'd become a 'lost boy'. He told her that didn't make sense, and she'd responded with sticking out her tongue. How old are you? That's what he had said. God, how she missed those days.

She remembered painting with him. Well, he hadn't helped her, but he'd stayed right by her while she made the best abstract painting the school's art teacher had ever seen last year. Every color had to symbolize something, and she'd based them off of their friends. Michael was green, Phyllis was purple...

She remembered the basketball game last year, when they were losing by two points with ten seconds left. If they won this game, they would make it to the state finals for the first time in twenty years. He'd shot a three-pointer with eight seconds left. She'd never screamed so loud, not in her entire life. Nor had she ever pissed Roy off that much, either. She'd passed up going to his house, instead choosing to watch the "girly men" play "girly ball". He never was the best in tasteless insulting nicknames. Either way, she'd gone against Roy's wishes (and her parents, she had been grounded) but still had one of the most exciting moments of her entire life. Watching Jim become one of the coach's favorite players in his junior year was enough to make her break the rules.

She remembered eighth grade, when they hadn't spoken for a whole month because of the horrifying incident. She'd developed her full chest before all the other girls, and in eighth grade their class had built a time-capsule. Michael had stolen her bra (from where, she wasn't sure) and showed it to all of the guys, before sticking it in the time capsule when the teacher wasn't looking. He'd blamed Jim, and Pam was so pissed off and embarrassed that she'd believed him. It wasn't until Phyllis had called her, saying that Kelly had told her that Ryan had told her that it was Michael who'd taken her bra.

Oh, the eighth-grade grape vine.

It had been the loneliest month of her entire life. Worse and worse, every day, until she'd gotten the call and ran to Jim's house, climbing up the brick wall that led up to his bedroom, smiling bashfully when his arm stuck out and helped her into his room, pulling her on to his bed. A million "I'm sorry's" later, along with about two billion tears, he'd given her about ten hugs, enough to make her grin again.

They'd eaten jelly beans while watching Grease afterwards. Their guilty pleasure movie. Their.

Her eyes snapped open when she heard her door creak open.

"Need to talk about it?" Her mother sat down next to her, laying a hand on her knee. Pam put on a fake smile.

"No. Not really."

"Oh. How do you think he's going to do at his new job interview?" The words were like ice, freezing the warm memories in her mind and torturing her with their cold presence. She somehow managed to keep the fake smile on her face.

"No. I'm sure he'll do fine with Karen and the new job. They'll totally hire him. He's really smart, and way overqualified with whatever he wants to be. Everybody loves Jim." The words loves stung her tongue, like the water in the water-fountains at the high-school that tasted like metal.

"Me and Jim, we'll always be friends. And if I don't see him again, then-" Pam was cut off by footsteps in her grass, crinkling the leaves under Their tree.

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He didn't mean to find that picture of Pam, the one she'd taken of herself. He didn't mean to let his mind be hushed by his heart, he didn't mean to. But he did, he knew it wasn't over and he knew that he couldn't give up, not yet. There was a chance she could tell him no, she didn't have it in her to try again, but the opposite could happen too. These things had a way of surprising themselves. She could say yes, she could say that she didn't care what happened, just so they could try again, but he wasn't sure what in the hell would happen. He just knew that it wasn't fair, any of it. Either way, someone would get hurt.

Jim was proud of himself, he'd handled it as good as he could. He calmly told Karen that it wouldn't work, it was over. That it had been over, since the start. He'd been healing when they rushed into a relationship. He let her pick up his sub sandwich, and hurl it at the bathroom mirror. He let her cover the bathroom in deli ham. He told the neighbors that everything was okay when they asked about the yelling. He then jumped into his car and drove faster than he had ever driven to Scranton, Pennsylvania.

He kept his eyes up and walked to where he saw her, sitting on her front porch swing with her mother.

When they both looked up upon hearing his footsteps, he'd already stopped in front of them.

"Hey, Pam." He then turned to her mom. "Sorry," he apologized for interrupting their conversation. "Are you free for dinner tonight?" She blinked, stunned, for a moment, then without any emotion...

"Yes."

"Good, then... it's a date." He turned around, walking back to his car while she stared at the ground. Then, she turned back to her mom. "Sorry, what was I saying?"

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