Chapter 2

The way home took longer than Pam would have liked for it to. Her head pounded with pain and she felt like she was going to throw up. All she wanted was to go home and hide herself far from her troubles. She wanted to go to sleep, wake up, and realize that what had happened was all just a dream.

After what seemed like eternity of riding in a suffocating truck with Roy Anderson, he finally pulled into their apartment drive way. She thanked him for helping her out and guiding her inside. He must have realized that she still felt awful, and it wasn't a good idea to walk by herself, considering she was still dizzy.

"Okay, so what can I help you with?" Roy sat her purse and coat on the bar of the kitchen.

Pam was a little startled. She didn't expect him to be so helpful. He was being really loud and aggressive at the office earlier. This was a new side of him she wouldn't mind seeing more often.

"I'd just like to take some medicine, a hot bath, and a nap." She started down the hall towards their bedroom.

"Alright, let me help you out."

Roy grabbed some Advil from the cabinet of their bathroom, and handed her two along with a paper cup filled with water.

"Here, take this."

"Thanks." She took them and picked out a more comfortable outfit to wear after her bath.

"Okay, what else can I do for ya?" he took the cup from her.

"Uh, nothing else I guess. Thanks, babe."

Roy kissed her forehead. "Okay, I'll be in the living room if you need me."

Roy was being sweet, and Pam rarely saw this side of him. It was sad, but true. Maybe I should faint more often, she sarcastically thought.

Pam slipped off her work clothes as the bathtub filled with steaming water.

She tried to work out what had happened earlier that day in her head. Jim loved me? How is that possible? He can't love me because we're friends. How long has he loved me? It still sounded too weird in her head. Her best friend couldn't love her. Maybe Jim meant as a friend? Yes, that had to be it, because how could he fall for someone so dorky and just so…so me? What did the list say? Pam was dying to know.

Pam turned off the water and laid her back against the wall of the tub. Her tense muscles slowly learned to relax which made her feel better. She closed her eyes and let the steam become a blanket over her body. No matter how hard she tried to get Jim out of her head, he kept creeping back in. What did this mean for them? Nothing, this was nothing. Surely he meant another Pam. He couldn't love me because…well he just couldn't. Thismade things difficult for her, especially being so close to the wedding. It was just more stress. Even though the hot water against her skin was soothing, Pam was just having trouble clearing her mind away from Jim, the man who was once just her co-worker, her friend, but is now someone who made her faint at the thought of love.

After Pam's what was supposed to be a relaxing bath, she put her silky, teal pajama bottoms on, along with a plain t shirt.

She dried her hair and found Roy watching tv in the living room.

"Oh hey, how ya feelin'?" he asked with his eyes still glued to the tv.

"Uh, a little better." She responded, sitting on the couch. Truth was she still felt awful.

"So what exactly happened today?"

Jim's worried expression, that he gave her just before she fainted, flashed through her mind, making her stomach feel as if a boulder was trying to destroy it. She suddenly felt sick again.

"I, um, I don't know. I just wasn't feeling good. I hadn't eaten and when I stood up I just got dizzy." She wasn't entirely lying to him.

"That's weird. Are you getting sick?" he came and sat by her, putting his hand on her head to check her temperature.

"No, no, no. I'm probably just stressed with wedding planning and I just got overwhelmed. That's all."

"Okay. Well, c'mon. You hungry?" he brought her back to her feet.

"A little."

"Well what do you think you can eat?"

"I'll just eat something small." She searched the cabinet and found a package of cheese crackers. "I'm gonna go lay down."

"Oh, okay. If you need me, I'll be here." Roy grabbed a beer from the fridge and laid back in his recliner.

Right as Pam found her pillow she was pulled into a deep sleep, one that would hopefully change everything. Why did Jim have to do this so close to her wedding? Pam knew it wasn't his fault. She was the one who found the note. Who knew changing the candy dispenser would have unraveled so much?

Roy flipped through channels as Pam's phone dinged again. He stood up and found it in her purse. He was going to take it to her, but the name on the screen caught his eye. It read 2 new messages from Jim. Roy became curious. He didn't even know Pam had Jim's number. Maybe reading it wouldn't hurt, he thought. Roy clicked read and Jim's messages popped up on the screen

Hey Pam, I'm really sorry about what happened today. I hope you're doing better though.

Sent at 1:46 pm

Oh, and I've got a prank we can play on Dwight that involve the jellybeans. We can't just throw them away can we? We'll talk about it tomorrow? J

Sent at 1:47 pm

Roy couldn't help but feel mad at Pam. She had such a good relationship with him; way better than his and hers had ever been. Sure, he liked that she had a friend to talk to during the day so that when she came home she wouldn't complain, but he didn't want them talking after work. Anger surged through him and before he knew it, he had typed a response and hit send.

Roy deleted all the messages so that Pam wouldn't find them later and placed it back in her purse. He felt guilty, sure, but this was what was best for Pam; what was best for them.

Thanks for reading, wouldn't mind a review! Up next is Jim's point of view and how his day went.