Title: Shall I Compare Thee?
Rating: K
Diclaimer: I own my own sleep deprivation.
A/N: A transitional fic, if you will.
Pam is a classic beauty. Understated. Natural. Simple and sweet.
Toby's always found himself drawn to that kind of style. His ex-wife had it, too. Not that he has some kind of weird fixation on Pam because of that--
You know what? Never mind.
Pam is an early spring afternoon. Warm in the sunlight, but with a hint of frostiness lingering on the breeze, all pastels and hesitant blooms, swished into softness like an Impressionist painting.
Kelly, though, is all boldness and brightness and zeitgeist.
She's there a lot, just beyond the cubicle wall, talking or laughing or kissing someone else. He shouldn't notice her, but she makes herself noticeable--even to him--in a way that Pam, with her pressed smiles and layered clothing, never would or never could.
She would be a summer night, dusky and hot and humming with cicadas, bursting with concerts and parties and fireworks.
And the ease of summer drives the tense chill of spring from his hands and loosens the coil of muscles in the back of his neck. It makes him sigh, just a little.
A/N II: If anyone hasn't found out by now through my profile (which is constantly updated with news about my fics, by the way), the last chapter is open to suggestions from my reviewers. Anyone who has already reviewed at least two chapters can submit to me a story idea, and I will either choose my fave or write multiple ones or all of them. Depends on how many I get. Just leave the prompt/idea/concept in the review or just PM me. I look forward to hearing what you have to say! This has been my biggest published project with the highest amount of words, hits and reviews, and I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed and encouraged me.