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They're 11 now.
Episode 3: The Baseball Game
"C'mon, Phyllis," Pam told her friend, as they sat on her bed reading Nancy Drew books, "We'll be late for the game if we don't leave now."
Phyllis giggled, "How could I forget? Michael must have told us a million times to come to his first baseball game of the season."
"Yeah," Pam said as they walked town the stairs, "But Michael's not the only one playing – there's Oscar, and Kevin, and Dwight, and Toby, and Ryan."
"And Jim," Phyllis reminded Pam.
A few minutes later, Pam and Phyllis arrived at the baseball field and took seats on the bleachers next to Kelly and Angela.
"Where's Meredith?" Phyllis asked as she sat down.
Angela rolled her eyes, "With some boy."
"Not just 'some boy', Angela!" Kelly squealed, "Roy! That new guy that just moved here! Ohmigosh, he is soo cute!"
"Oh," Phyllis said.
Angela looked dissaproving.
"Hey Pam!" Kelly exclaimed, "Wasn't Roy talking to you? On Friday? At the end of lunch?"
"Oh, yeah," Pam recalled, "He was."
The gang was sitting around at their usual lunch table. Michael was reminding everyone to come to the baseball game. Kevin and Toby were discussing soccor scores. Upon finishing her mixed berry yougurt, Pam got up and walked to the trashcans to throw the yougurt carton away.
Just then, Roy, the new kid in school, walked over to the trashcans. He'd seen Pam a few times around school; he thought she was cute.
"Hey, uh," Roy started, "You're Pam, right?"
Pam looked up, surprised that Roy would be talking to her. He might've been new, but he was already popular. Popular kids didn't talk to Pam.
"Yeah," Pam replied shly, "Um, hi."
"I'm Roy. I'm new here. I like sports," Roy was talking a mile a minute as he ate a hot dog, "I play football and baseball. You play any sports?"
"Well, no, but I like to draw."
"That's cool. I'll see you around, Pam."
"Yeah, you too, Roy."
Pam headed back to her lunch table, dazed.
After school that day, Pam spotted Jim in the hallway.
"Hey Jim!" She called.
"Yeah?"
She ran to catch up with him, as she was a few feet behind him.
"Long week, huh?" She asked.
"Yep," He replied shortly.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.
"Nothing's wrong."
"Jim."
"Just leave me alone and walk home with whatshisname, alright," Jim told her angrily, "I've got baseball practice."
"Whatshisname? Roy? Hey Jim, wait!"
Jim was already halfway home.
"Pam," Kelly said, shaking Pam out of her memories, "Pam! Earth to Pam!"
"Huh?" Pam asked.
Phyllis repeated her question, "Which team do you think will win?"
"You still mad at Pam?" Toby asked Jim as they warmed up before the big baseball game.
"I was never mad at her, It was more…I dunno, it had just been a long day and…" Jim's voice trailed off uncertainly.
"Just because she was talking to Roy doesn't mean anything, Jim," Toby said matter of factly, "She probably doesn't even like him. After all, what's there to like about him?"
The words Toby spoke couldn't have bee truer. Roy was selfish, bossy, and somewhat of a bully.
"Dwight!" Michael yelled angrily, "You were supposed to catch the ball."
"Sorry, Michael," Dwight replied.
"Hey," Kelly exclaimed happily, "The game is starting!"
"Go, Dwight!" Angela cheered.
Phyllis gave her a strange look.
"Ohmigosh!" Kelly yelled, "Ryan's batting first! Yeah! GO RYAN!"
Ryan looked more nervous than before, but he did ok, making it to second base.
Michael was up next. It looked as if the coach was playing all the weak players first.
Michael struck out.
"That isn't fair!" He yelled angrily, "He was pitching horribly – one ball almost hit me in the face! Coach! You saw it!"
"Michael," Angela sighed from her spot on the bleachers and looked disgusted.
Toby saw Jim sneaking out of their dugout.
"Jim?" He asked.
"I gotta go talk to Pam," he explained.
Jim crept behind the bleachers, "Psst, Pam. Pam!"
Pam turned around, "Jim?"
Jim motioned for her to follow him. He led her to behind the fence of the baseball field, where they were hidden out of sight.
"Er…hi," He said.
"Hey."
"About Friday," Jim told Pam, "I'm really sorry."
"Why were you mad?" She asked softly.
"I wasn't even mad, really, at least not at you," Jim said, "I just had the worst day ever, and I guess I took it out on you."
Pam giggled, "You sure did."
"I really am sorry," he said sincerely.
"Jim."
"Yeah?"
"Seriously. Don't worry about it. We've got to get back, though, before it's your turn to hit."
"Ok…Beasley."
They went back, and soon it was time for Jim to hit. He scored a home run.