A/N: Okay guys, thank you for the reviews, they really mean a lot! Yay for me, I have readers lol, anyway, I've got some ideas while taking breaks from sightseeing in Chicago. A few may have been based on actual events, or what I wish to be actual. The guy that I really like asked me out like 3 hours before I left. So I've been on cloud nine ever since. I'm telling everyone!

But anyway, let's get on w/ the story. This is set on Wednesday morning.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything, except for my actual text….

When no one is listening at all…

Pam was sitting on her bed, getting ready for work. Today was Roy's day off, so he was still sleeping. She was trying her hardest not to wake him up, but it wasn't working.

"Babe? Can't you brush your hair in the bathroom? I'm really tired and you sitting on the bed is making it hard to stay asleep." Roy was drunk from last night and he had a hangover. So he wasn't in the best of moods. Pam didn't feel like fighting; she was going to tell him that if he didn't go out drinking last night, that if he was home with her, helping her with their wedding, then he shouldn't mind. But, she didn't feel like fighting this early in the morning. And if she did, then she could be late for work. And that wouldn't be good. Dwight and Angela would have a fit about that. Those two are so alike; it's kind of creepy at times.

"Yeah, sorry honey. I was just going to put on my shoes and go, but I forgot and started brushing my hair. Listen, while we're talking, I was wondering that, since you went out last night, that maybe, tonight we could rent some movies and maybe work on the wedding. I've found some great ideas, but I really want your opinion on them."

"Yeah, yeah, babe. Whatever you say. But you know, I don't really know anything about this wedding stuff. You're much better at planning then I am. And I was thinking that I was going to hang out with the boys tonight. Daryl was thinking about planning a trip up to Philly and catching a game this weekend. So we were going to go out, grab some drinks and start planning. You don't really mind do ya?"

"Oh, uh, no… Of course not Roy. I didn't know that you were going on a trip with Daryl." Even though, they just went to a game last weekend. " You go out, have fun with the boys. Plan your trip. I'll save you some dinner for when you get home. Maybe you could look at some of the wedding stuff while you eat. I just want your opinions."

"Yeah, sure, that's fine. You better get going for work, you'll be late. I'll talk to ya later, okay?"

"Sure, bye sweetheart." But Roy had already turned back over, falling back asleep.

While driving down the highway, Pam thought about what Roy had said to her: 'I'll talk to ya later.' That was not supposed to be the way that people who were getting married in the summer said good-bye. It was supposed to end with a kiss and a promise that they would see each other later that night.. Talk to ya later was the way that you told friends you would talk to them later. You might not know when, just later. You were supposed to tell your fiancé that you would see them later that night.

This is going to be a great day. At least I'm not late, Pam thought, pulling into her parking spot.