Note: This chapter is different: it kinda shows Jim's POV and Pam's POV in the same section. I'm trying this out, so tell me which style you guys like better. Thanks! Also, sorry this one took so long to publish. I was volunteering all week.

CHAPTER FIVE: Chilli's

"Jim? Oh my God, Jim!"

"Um, hi Pam… Is there something you need, or…?"

Pam had no idea how she would phrase the next sentence, or even worse, how to say it to Jim.

"Well, um… Wow, this is harder than I thought… Roy and I, we didn't work out…"

Jim was silent for a moment, only to reply with, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah… well I was wondering, if maybe I could stay with you for a while? Just until I get back on my feet. It would really mean a lot to me, Jim."

There was at least 10 seconds of silence.

"Um, sure, I guess. Are you coming tonight?" Jim finally replied.

"Roy said that I have a few days; maybe we could make arrangements at work tomorrow?" Pam was ecstatic, and showed it very clearly through the way she spoke. It hadn't crossed her mind that tomorrow was Jim's last day at the office, and that he probably wouldn't want to spend it talking with the girl who broke his heart about moving in with him.

"Um, okay. See you then," Jim replied. He was eager to get off the phone with Pam. What had he just agreed to? Images of Pam flashed through his mind; one was of her after she had just woken up, sleepy, and still in her pajamas; another was of her curled up on the couch, crying because of the "chick-flick" she was watching.

The reason Jim left Dunder Mifflin was to get away from Pam, so why was he now letting her invade his home, and become his roommate? He was only one day away from being free of her, and now she would be living him. He had to face one of his hardest challenges for who-knows-how-long, and he wasn't sure that he could.

Pam was busy packing her things, and stopped when she saw the picture of her and Roy on her nightstand. She decided to leave it for Roy, simply because she didn't want to be reminded of him. She had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or if he would even show up to work the next day.

At work the next day, Jim got there before Pam. He decided that it would be best if he simply left her a note, telling her to meet her at his car during lunch. Maybe he could take her to the Chilli's near there…

Pam arrived and saw the note he left her; she was thrilled that, though they may not be on the best terms, she and Jim were still friends. She went about her day as usual, until 10:30.

Roy walked in.

Pam stared at him, unaware of what she should do. He handed her a stack of papers, and without a word, left. Pam was apprehensive to look at what her husband had just handed her, but knew she would have to.

There, in her hands, was a stack of signed divorce papers.

She knew that it would be over soon, but this made it all too official. She was divorcing her husband, after such a short time. They didn't even have time to go on their honeymoon, and they were already separating. What would she tell her family? How?

She ran to Jim's office in the Annex before the tears could begin to fall. She quickly blurted out,

"Maybe we could go on that break now?" Jim saw the worry in her eyes, and knew that this was serious. He quickly grabbed his coat and hurried to his car. As they were entering the parking lot, Pam's face was flooded with tears. Jim stopped, turned to her, and asked,

"What's wrong?"

Pam, still crying, handed Jim the stack of papers. He was unaware of what he should do; there were no words to comfort her, or at least none that he could think of.

"Oh, um… Don't cry. It's alright," Jim said awkwardly. He tried to think of words to say, but none came to him.

Pam sniffled a bit, and as her crying slowly stopped, she said, "I didn't even love him. Wow, it feels good to say that out loud. I don't even love him? Why did I marry a man I don't love…?"

Jim, taken aback at Pam's recent statement, said, "Maybe we should talk about all this over lunch. I was thinking maybe we could go to Chilli's?" Pam nodded, and they got in the car and drove off. She was still sniffling a bit when they arrived, but had mostly taken care of herself.

"Hi, welcome to Chilli's!" said a cheerful woman at the door. "A table for two?" Jim nodded, and she showed them to their table.

"Alright, so what first- Roy or living together?" asked Jim. Pam smiled a bit when she saw the light in his eyes and heard the cheerfulness in his speech.

"Let's go with the happy one: living together," she replied. Pam wanted to get Roy out of her head, even if it was only for a while.

"Good choice," said Jim. "I was thinking the same thing. So I have a spare bedroom that I was thinking you could live in. I have a bathroom upstairs and a bathroom downstairs, so we won't have to share one. Do you know how much more packing you have to do?"

"Um, I could be finished by tonight, if I get help," she said, obviously hinting for support from Jim.

"Beesly, what will you be like when you're living on your own?" Jim asked with a smile.

They chatted for a bit, until Pam looked to her right and saw the small packet of papers next to her.