Chapter 4: You don't know me
You don't wear my chains
He went to his house with her. They'd left the office holding hands; all the while he was trying to pretend that she was Pam not Karen.
They went back to his house, they opted out of the nightclub, Karen said she had a random urge for grilled cheese, and Jim told her he had a Foreman Grill. While she was busy in the kitchen, he sat there and thought. He thought about his life with Pam up to that point. He thought about his love for her, how he thought that love was returned. He made a mental list of the reasons he loved her more than Karen, and went over and over it again and again in his head until he realized what he had to do. He picked up his phone and sent her a text message. It was three words, three short words that conveyed more meaning than anything he had ever meant in his life.
"I need you. "
And he did, he needed her more than he needed anything. He needed her more than life, because he wasn't living unless he saw her face, her smile, her hands, he wasn't living unless he heard her voice, talked to her, heard her laugh. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, to wake up to her face everyday, not Karen's.
Karen…. What about her? He could leave her and hope Pam would take him then, which was really what he should've done in the 1st place.
If only he could just…
The phone rang.
"I want you to want me" blasted, telling him that it had to be Pam. Pam, yeah Pam, his heart fluttered as he scrambled for the phone. Hoping, wishing and praying, she had something good to say. His heart dropped a little bit when he saw it was merely a text message. But he about had a heart attack when he saw what it said.
"I need you too."
"Karen!" He called for her, he knew it would be cruel, and harsh, for this to end this way. But she would have to be blind to not see this coming. And she wasn't, as soon as she heard his voice she knew what was coming. So she took her time coming out of the kitchen, and there she stood, wearing his sweat pants and eating her grilled cheese. She looked at him, and he looked back. He conveyed all he wanted to say to you in that one glance.
"It's over huh?" she asked, trying not to sound to disappointed. "She loves you, doesn't she?"
"yeah" he said, trying not to leap for joy. She was finally his.
"Can I keep the pants?" She asked. He nodded, "you're a great guy Jim Halpert. See you Monday." And just like that she grabbed her purse out from in front of him and walked out. Only when she was in her car did she let show any sing of emotion. She wiped her cheek, picked up her phone and sent Pam a text message.
"Your lucky, he's a great guy and he loves you. Have fun you crazy kids."
He shot back to the couch, scrambled for the phone and texted her:
"When can you be here?"
She texted right back.
"I'm on my way."
Jim looked down and realized he looked like crap. He ran to his room, threw off his sweats, threw on boxers, jeans and a pink polo Pam once said she liked on him. After running his fingers through his hair, the doorbell rang and taking a few deep breaths he turned the door handle.