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Authors Note: Prom'll be here next chapter after next probably. Would adore more reviews. They're like fuel to me! Thanks for the sweet ones so far. You guys are great!

Further: Mild cursing in the Chapter, as you see from the first line. Just a heads up! Oh, and this one is bit lighter than the last! An alternate name could have been 'Michael, Myspace & Mayhem'

Chapter 5

The good advice, that you just didn't take.

//Individual shot of Michael //

"Ryan's a bastard. Yeah. I said it. My boss is a total douche. He's like…the ultimate Scranton betrayer. He took my job, and he took Kelly's dignity. I got a call from Dwight at 4 AM Saturday morning. I cursed at him, a lot, but when I calmed down he really did have a valid point. He had just pried a sobbing Kelly off his shoulder and got her home. I could tell you the whole sordid thing, but you know, I don't spread dirty laundry…plus I still need to actually get the whole story. Bottom line is, Dwight knows for a fact that he attempted to soil her good name by making her look like a hooker. Oh, and he stole her shoes. Not only is this messed up…but I also think it qualifies as a hate crime."

Kelly sat in the break room, stirring her coffee with five sugars and three creams listlessly. No matter how much sugar she added, it still tasted bitter. That could be attributed to her bad mood. It might also have something to do with the fact that when it cam right down to it, she didn't like coffee that much. Adults drank it though. She was so an adult.

Pam sat beside her rubbing her back, and Angela sat with her usual stance, maybe scooted a smidgen closer to Kelly than she would have ordinarily been.

Michael is in the room to, standing by the counter, head down somberly. Dwight is lurking outside.

"May I come in now?" Dwight peeks his head in and asks.

Michael looks up "I don't know Dwight. Do you think you can stop reminding Kelly of what a huge, humiliating, and completely idiotic mistake she made?"

Pam glares at him, and Kelly slumps more. Angela narrows her eyes. "All he did was ask if she wanted a ham sandwich Michael."

"I know this Angela, but what sort of sandwiches was R-Y-A-N known for eating hm?"

"Turkey." She answered.

"And he usually had cheesy pitas instead of sandwiches" Dwight added.

Kelly groaned, and Michael motioned toward her affronted.

"See that. Scatter you unfeeling mongrel!"

"Michael" Pam threatened.

"Okay Dwight stay, but in the corner, and don't talk anymore. You're making my ears bleed."

Michael pulled a chair in between Angela and Kelly and straddled it, light patting her back just over Pam's hand. Pam quickly snatched her hand away.

"How you feeling there…girl?"

Kelly slowly rose up.

"Like someone shoved their hand down my throat and pulled my heart out, stomped on it, put it back in, then scooped it out with a spoon." She replied honestly, before flopping back down on her arms.

"That isn't physically possible." Dwight whispered, but quickly mimed zipping his lips when both Michael and Pam both shoot him looks.

"This isn't the end of the world" Pam tried cautiously "Have you talked to Toby today?"

Kelly shook her head. " I'm way to embarrassed. He knows now, and he has to totally hate me."

Pam smiled "You're wrong. I talked to him a little earlier, and he feels really bad for you. He wanted to call you after Dwight sent out the emergency emails Saturday morning, but he didn't know what to say."

Kelly looked a bit cheered, but very little. At least Toby didn't think she was repulsive, and if he did, he wasn't saying so.

"I think I'm going to get some work done." Kelly announced a few seconds later.

"Why?" Michael asked, and Pam rolled her eyes at him.

"Good Kell. Just give it time, forget about." Pam said reassuringly as she walked out with her. Michael came out behind them and headed toward his office.

"You know what Kelly, I'm going to give you Pam's desk for the day. Pam, take a back seat there chick."

"No thanks. I'll be fine" Kelly insisted.

She didn't look up at Toby as she passed. He was on a call anyway.

On her desk, she found a small bouquet of yellow flowers, and a card. She got excited. Ryan was sorry. Then she scolded herself for caring. Before she threw them in the wastebasket though, she decided to at least read the small card.

Kelly,

Sorry about what happened Friday. I understand. Old habits die-hard. Hope you like these. Yellow looks good on you. We still on for Prom? I know you need your need your space for a little while. Knock twice on the partition for yes. Phyllis said we could ride in her limo, if you want.

, Toby.

She smiled, and rapped the thin wall two hard times.

The camera zeros in on Michael rolling his eyes and making faces in his office. An inside the office shot, and he mouth's "Conference call with Ryan the Traitor" inaudibly.

"Yeah. I got you, you wonderful, awesome guy you. I'll get right on those expense reports, and I'll pay close attention to"

A close up his desk reveals he is drawing a picture of Ryan with horns on the expense reports, while not even really looking at it.

"Good, fax them by four."

"Hey Ry-an. I got something to tell you bud."

"Michael, I've got work. Can it wait?"

"I don't know. Can you're honor wait Ryan."

"It depends."

"Well, I'm just going to let you know a secret my friend, you are not a fan favorite down here right now. In fact, people are talking some pretty ugly things about you."

"More than usual?"

"Uh, twice as much. Like, maybe ten times as much. Or a hundred."

"Well, you can't be everybody's friend."

"Not unless you're a Michael Scott. And you Ryan, you really aren't a Michael Scott."

"Darn."

"I just want you to know, I'm on your side in the Kelly war, Ryan." Michael is shaking his head no to the camera, signaling a lie.

"Kelly. What did she say about me?"

"Nothing. Not one word. Nada. Zip. I actually said you're name today, and she looked like she had no idea who I was talking about…..but she wants her shoes back."

"Listen Michael, this is none of your business. I'm your boss now, it's not appropriate at all."

"I just want you to know I feel for you guy. Every man has a Kelly." This time he scribbles on a legal pad. 'IDIOT! He totally bought that!'

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Michael just finish the reports, and fax them. Oh, and Karen Fillpelli still needs you're reference for her new job."

"Alrighty. Right on that Chief. You go lick you're wounds, I'm so on you're side." He hits and button and groans "Ass."

"Still here Michael."

Michael looks awkward, and a long pause entails.

"I knew that. I was talking about Angela. Yeah, she walked by and her butt looks really good in the skirt she's wearing. It's tight, and out there. I just said that because I saw it. You know I have thing for saying things I see...Lamp...Kevin's hair...Rubix cube..."

"Goodbye Michael."

Ryan rubbed his temples hard with both hands. He had so much work to do. The conference call to Michael had unsettled him. He had actually managed to go thirty minutes without thinking of how bad he had screwed up with Kelly over the weekend. He couldn't figure out if he was mistake was sleeping with her though, or letting her walk out of his door.

He knew that the way he lashed out at her was wrong. He knew he had to apologize, but he just wasn't sure how to go about it. After thinking for minute, he decided to log onto her My space Page. She lived on that site while working.

Her background was pink, with large vibrant hot pink and white poodles scattered on the background. Her About Me talked more about the Olsen twin's drama, and Jen Garner's mothering skills than it told about her. That reminded him that getting back with Kelly would have been a huge mistake. He didn't want a committed relationship at all, and even if he did, she wasn't mature enough to be an adult relationship.

His own page had a simple black background. It wouldn't have had one at all, if Kelly had badgered him about it being so plain while they were dating. It was still plain, but with a black background. He didn't even have a picture. It was still the little gray guy that says 'No Photo'.

He saw that she was on, and before messaging her an apology; he decided to scan her pictures for a moment. She had trillions. He was surprised to see, when he opened them up, that she still had an album of shots of them together. In every picture, he looked like he wanted someone to shoot him. But Kelly looked radiant, and really happy. That bothered him a little. The captions did to. They were all things like 'Best boyfriend everrr!' 'I LOVE HIM' , 'Isn't he the cutest?', 'Aren't we a sweet couple?'.

He backed up to her front page, and went down to send a message, feeling a lot sorrier now than he had been. That's when he saw the comments she had received today.

First, 'Slim-Jim' had sent her a comment that said 'Once a sucky temp, always a sucky temp. Live it sister.'

The next was from 'Pam (thinks Jim is weird)'. It was a graphic of a little blonde girl dancing and holding shopping bags, that was wearing shirt that said Shop 'til You Drop!. Under it she had typed 'Want to go shopping tomorrow after work? Get our dresses, take your mind off things?'

The next was nearly the most recent. It was from 'The Boss' (obviously Michael in the picture which he had graphiced to make look like he was standing between Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones on the MIB cover) His message was in all caps. 'KELLY!!! I JUST TALKED TO RYAN. HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT! YOU REALLY DID SCREW UP, THAT GUY IS A JERK. ANYWAY, WOULD YOU MIND GETTING ME SOME COFFEE AND BRINGING IT HERE? DWIGHT & ANDY ARE GONE AND PAM & JIM ARE BEING REAL MEANIES.'

None of those bothered Ryan. It was the most recent, and most simple that dug at him. It was from 'Toby-Wan.' It simply said 'You're welcome. Glad you like them. Heard the knocks. Guess that means we're on then?"

Inflamed by curiosity (and more inflamed by a deeper emotion), Ryan hit the tiny picture of Toby and Sasha to take him to his page. It was a blank one. White. Little information, save for that he was an avid movie watcher, and hated his job. His last comment (and one of his ONLY ones) was from Kelly.

' Thank you soooo much for the flowers! They're beautiful. I really needed them. You hear any funny noises a few minutes ago?'

Ryan hit refresh on the page, and when he did, Kelly had sent another comment. 'We sure are. I can't wait, going shopping with Pam for my dress tomorrow…Listen, I'm really sorry about Friday. I don't lie like that. I'm a totally honest person. It was just a fluke. And a big mistake. So, let's forget about it and start over this time."

Ryan turned his computer off. He picked up the file he'd been looking over, and tossed on the floor, causing the pages to scatter everywhere. He wasn't special to Kelly. Not at all. That psycho clingy-ness was just how she treated every guy. He was not going to allow him self to be jealous of a little brat. Especially not when the guy she was now going for was that much older, and had a divorce under his belt! Kelly would go after anyone. He saw that now. His eyes were wide open. The break-up was the best move he ever made.

He kneeled down to start picking up the pages of the file, and looked at the stats sheet that was on top. Looking at a phone number, he pulled out his cell and punched in the number.

"Hey Karen. You know how you said you changed your mind about seeing me? Well, you want to go out tonight?" He paused to hear her agree "Good. See you at seven?"