A/N: I didn't hear that this style was bad, so I'll try another chapter like I did last time. Please tell me if you don't like this, or if you like this better. Thanks!

CHAPTER SIX: Moving Day

"I never really loved him, but every time I tried to end things between us, he wouldn't let me. He always told me, 'I'll change! I'll change for you, babe!' But look where we are now. I just wish I had found a way to break it off sooner.'"

Pam couldn't believe she just said that. She wasn't thinking about what was happening, but instead just spoke without thinking.

Jim, hearing this, had no response. What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, too bad you didn't love your husband, but it doesn't matter now! You're getting a divorce, and you have to crash at my place because you have nowhere else to stay!' So, he didn't say anything. He tried to busy himself by looking at his phone, but was astonished at what he saw.

"Wow! It's already 4:30. I guess there's no use in going back to the office now; let's go pack, Beesly."

They got into Jim's car and went towards Pam's house, or rather her ex-husband Roy's house. When they got inside, Jim saw many boxes by the door, and heard voices towards the back. They cautiously followed the murmured voices, until they saw Roy and his friend Darryl in the kitchen; Roy was sitting on the counter, drinking a beer, and Darryl was putting the last plates in the cupboard into a box labeled "KITCHEN."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Pam asked. Both Roy and Darryl turned to see her, accompanied by Jim.

"What's he doing here?" Roy said, looking at Jim the whole time.

"He's helping me pack. He said I could stay at his place. Why do you care?" Pam responded.

"Oh, so you're dating now? It didn't even take you a week to move on from me? Well we all know you had a crush on him from the start," Roy continued. "Well don't worry; you two love birds can be together, now that I'm out of the way."

"Hey, you're the one who brought up divorce!" Pam shouted.

"Okay, guys, let's calm down. Roy, she needed a place to stay, and I have a spare bedroom. She'll be gone in a few weeks, she just needs a place to stay while she gets back on her feet," Jim said, trying to calm everyone down.

"Hey, if I'm the one moving, how come you're here packing" asked Pam. She had noticed how empty the house was, with the exception of cardboard boxed scattered across the floor.

"I can't stay in this house! Are you kidding me? This was our house; there are just too many memories here."

Pam was outraged, and made no efforts in trying to hide it.

"So you're gonna make me move out of here for what reason?"

"Well, technically it's my apartment…" Roy said softly.

"You said it yourself- this was our place! Why can't I live here?"

This time, Darryl stepped in.

"Okay, well you see, Roy's the one whose name is on the papers, which makes it his house. If you wanna buy it after him, no problem. But he has to sell it, which means you have to get out."

Pam stuttered, trying to think of something to say to this, but couldn't. She simply muttered in a soft voice,

"Jim, let's grab my boxes. There aren't many; it will probably only take a few trips."

After a while, they loaded up all the boxes into Jim's car, and they drove to his condo to unpack. When they got there, Pam was still furious.

"Why couldn't he just sign the lease over to me?" She shouted, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

"It's alright- you can get a better place than that. I honestly don't know what Roy was thinking, getting a place that small."

"One of his friends lived in the same building…" Pam said. "Every time I tried to tell him to move, he would bring up his friend Jared, and how he lived alone. I can't believe I didn't stand up to him more."

"Well, it's over now. Let's get these boxes inside."

Jim showed Pam around, and helped her unpack a few things before he went to bed. The next morning, Jim realized, he no longer worked at Dunder Mifflin; he may never have to enter that simple office complex ever again. This thought both intrigued and saddened Jim, but overall, he was more joyous about his job than he was before.

When Jim went downstairs, he heard what he believed to be muffled crying. When he went to investigate, he saw Pam, pen in hand, crying over her divorce papers. Jim decided it would be better if he left her alone; this was a difficult process for Pam, and he wasn't sure that butting in would help. Instead, he went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.

When he had just made himself breakfast (toast and a fried egg), Pam walked into the kitchen.

"Well, it's official- Roy and I are divorced. I shouldn't be feeling so sad. It's just that I've spent so much of my life with him, and it's gonna be so weird without him."

Jim looked at her awkwardly, mumbling the words,

"Yeah… Hey, do you want breakfast?"

Pam smiled. "Sure," she said. "What do you have?"

They chatted while Jim was cooking Pam a small breakfast of oatmeal and her favorite yogurt, mixed-berry, which Jim bought specifically for her.

Pam seemed to have forgotten Roy entirely. She and Jim were talking as though they were at Pam's desk.

Pam's desk… Jim thought. I'll never see Pam's desk again…

Meanwhile, Pam was thinking similar thoughts.

Do I keep pranking Dwight? The office if going to be so different without Jim…

Jim tried to bury his thought into the back of his mind, trying to enjoy the moment. It was difficult, though, when he was talking to the person he was trying to forget…