A/N: So this is the long awaited chapter four. Becki's still Angela. Shelbee is still Pam. I'm going to stop writing that soon because it's not going to change. Too British? Not British enough? Let us know because we don't know what the hell we're doing.
We still don't own The Office. Just Andy and Blair.
"So do you think we can see them again?" Angela asked, dipping the brush back in the pot of nail polish. "Before they come back to the café? Because they might not, you know." Pamela was sleeping over at Angela's house, like they'd done every Friday since they were in primary school together. "I know we just saw them a few hours again, but I really want to see them again! Do you think they're on Facebook?" Not that they knew their last names. Or their mobile numbers. They really should have gotten their numbers before they left. Or the other way around. Angela had no problem giving her number to the gorgeous American boys. "Can we please try to find them on Facebook? I bet they lots of hot pictures…" Angela was all about looking up people on Facebook and checking out all their pictures and friends, but Pam thought it was creepy a lot of the time. Sometimes the people they went to university with had hot friends! There was nothing wrong with it.
Pam waved her hands around, trying to dry the polish she'd managed to get on her fingernails somewhat neatly. Her left hand always looked perfect, but her right hand was a bit of a joke. "I don't know, I didn't ask them. I heard the same things you did, you know." She reminded her, glancing up at her and carefully pushing herself off the bed. The thing Pam was best at, was smudging her nail polish and having to redo it for the hundreth time. "You're kidding, right? Facebook? We'll never find them, and may I add that we'd look extremely bonkers if we did? We'd have to go through pages, and to care that much is just... embarrassing." But she knew there was no way she'd be able to talk Angela out of this, so she headed for Angela's laptop, anyway.
Angela shook her head, tossing the polish on the floor. "We know what they look like," she pointed out. "And we know their first names and they're from Pennsly… somewhere. We can look that up if we need to. Where the Hershey factory is." Angela was crap at remembering names and places, but that was what the internet was for. "We can find them! And how do you know they aren't looking for us on Facebook right now? They have as much information on us as we do on them." It was incredibly flattering to think they might be looking for her on Facebook. Unlike Pam she didn't think it was an "invasion of privacy" to stare at people on the internet. If their profiles weren't set to private then it was just fine.
"Yeah, but some guys like to put their profile pictures as ridiculous things... like footballs, or cars." Pam explained, immediately claiming the computer chair and opening the laptop. "Pennsylvania." She quickly responded, logging into Facebook and being greeted with her newsfeed. "Aw," She said softly, pointing at her own profile picture. "I miss Andy." Her profile picture was a picture of herself, and her cat - Andy. She let out a soft sigh before going to the search bar. "I don't know how to look for, first. And I'm probably not going to request them, either. I won't be able to handle the awkwardness..."
"You'll see him tomorrow," Angela said, rolling her eyes. Pam was obsessed with that cat. Cats in general, really. Angela was more of a dog person. Cats didn't even do anything. And yet Pam still tried to sneak Andy over at least once or twice a month, even though Angela's dog hated him because Andy ate all her food. Blair was a perfect dog and every bit as sassy as her namesake. Much better than Pam's cat, though she would never tell Pam that. "Just search… Michael, Pennsylvania." That probably wouldn't do anything, though. It was too broad. "Or Jim," Angela conceded, though she really did prefer Michael. "Either one would work, really." Or it wouldn't at all and they would be back at square one.
"Tomorrow's so long away, though..." Pam mumbled quietly, clicking the search box over and over as she waited for what she should do. "Well whoever we find, we'll most likely find the other, so it doesn't really matter." But she typed in Michael, because she knew Angela was more interested in him. How? She didn't know, but she also didn't care. She was somewhat relieved. "Oh, great..." She scrolled down the page, shaking her head. "Michael is such an unoriginal name we'll never find him. Or Jim." Why did they have to have the simplest of names?
Angela hadn't considered that before. "They really are common names," she mused. "Do any of the last names look like ones they might have?" That was rather stupid. She shouldn't have said that. They could have any last names in the world. Like Pam's last name was Beesly. That was a completely ridiculous last name and about a billion people had even sillier last names. But the bonus with Pam's last name was that she was easy to find on Facebook. Unlike Angela Martin, of which there were at least seven pages worth of people. And fan pages, as apparently some character on an American television show had the same name. What if Jim and Michael were like that? They could be Jim Smith and Michael Jones for all she knew. They would never find them, and she was getting rather discouraged.
Pam paused for a second, glancing up at Angela with a dumfounded look. She wasn't serious about wondering whether one of the last names looked like Michael's, was she? "Uh," she laughed slightly, shaking her head. She scrolled down slowly. "I wish you could place their age, at least. The only other option is their job, or education and I haven't the slightest clue." She clicked the next page and slowly scrolled again, her eyes narrowing as she tried to find a profile picture that looked like Michael. She quickly stopped and pointed at a picture next to the name 'Michael Scott'. "Is that him?" she asked, tilting her head. He looked like him, but it was hard to tell. He had a microphone and it looked like he was singing. Karaoke, maybe?
Okay, so it was a dumb thing to say. Whatever, Angela said dumb stuff all the time. Pam did too, and they always gave each other shit for it. It balanced out their friendship. "I dunno, do I?" Angela squinted at the picture. "It's too hard to tell when it's little. Click on it." She knocked Pam's hand out of the way and clicked on the link herself because she was far too impatient for Pam to debate doing it or not. "I think it is!" she said, examining his profile picture. So Michael did karaoke? Interesting… It was something to file away in her mental bank of information, although if she brought it up in conversation he would definitely know she had checked out his profile. "Holy crap, I didn't expect to actually find him that easy. He does look like a Michael Scott though, doesn't he?"
Pam frowned, her eyes narrowed as Angela knocked her hand out of the way. Well then, she could be that way! She leaned close to the screen again; it definitely was him. That was too easy. Was Pennsylvania small? Maybe it was. She didn't know that much. "Yeah, I guess now that you say it... he does look like a Michael Scott. It fits." She slapped Angela's hand away and clicked 'wall,' watching it show all of his statuses and comments. "He's not even private… you could stalk him."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Please, like I would ever stalk someone I barely know on Facebook." She only ever actively stalked people she had never met in her life. Occasionally she would peruse the profiles of people she knew, but she was slightly paranoid that they would find out somehow. Really though, she barely knew Michael. They had talked for all of ten, fifteen minutes earlier? Forty-five, tops. She didn't know much more than his name and where he lived. "Jim wrote on his wall," she pointed out, poking the screen. "You should look at his profile. After we look at Michael's." She navigated back to his main profile. "His interests include singing and walking dogs. I can't for the life of me tell if that's a joke or not…" There was nothing wrong with it if it wasn't a joke. Angela liked dogs. And singing, especially when the radio was turned up really loudly so she couldn't actually hear herself.
Pam immediately found herself more interested in this when she heard Jim's name. She leaned forward, "Jim Halpert." Halpert? What an interesting last name. She'd never heard that name before. She liked unique names, like her own, though it resulted in odd nicknames. Like when guys called her Bee's and thought it was cool and original. It wasn't. "Singing and walking dogs? Sounds like you. Does he like being moronic too? Then you two would be perfect!" Michael did seem like an interesting person, though. "Oh, look at this status from... last night? 'Off to England with Jimothy.'" And right then, Pam realized Michael had to be one of the people who made up annoying nicknames.
"Jimothy?" Angela groaned. "Oh god, he's one of those people. But he was so charming earlier! And I bet he's funny. Doesn't he seem like he would be funny?" He was attractive, too. That didn't hurt at all. Jim was nice looking, but he looked just like about a million other guys at university. There was something about Michael that was completely unique, though Angela couldn't quite put her finger on what. She would have to spend more time with him, or at least look at his Facebook pictures more. "So, these are definitely our guys. Now what? Do we add them or just look at their profiles for a while?" It was a bit sketchy to just add them when they didn't even know their last names. Or they hadn't at the time when they talked to them. Now they did, thanks to the wonders of the internet.
Pam slowly shrugged her shoulders, just as confused on what to do. "I don't know. We'd look extremely sketchy..." She clicked Jim's name and watched his profile appear, realizing she was being sketchy too. But it was hard not to. His profile picture was a picture of himself, with sunglasses on. He also looked absolutely gorgeous and despite her 'let's not be sketchy' talk, she scrolled down to make sure he was single. And he was. Awesome. "These aren't our guys," she clarified. "Yet." She wouldn't say no if he asked for her hand in marriage. Their babies would be gorgeous. "I've got an idea." She quickly logged out before typing in Angela's login then typed Jim Halpert (much easier to find than Michael) and clicked on a comment Michael had posted. Without hesitation, she requested Michael. "There. And if Jim sees me, he could add me this way. Splendid."
"Wow, thanks," Angela said, pushing her aside. "I need to stop saving my passwords automatically." Not that she minded. She probably would have added Michael on her own. Unlike Pam, she knew she was creepy and didn't care if people thought she was. It was a way to make friends and she had already met Michael. They had obviously given enough information about themselves to be looked up on Facebook so they couldn't complain. If they didn't want a friend request or two they would have been much more hesitant to share information earlier. "What if Jim doesn't friend request you? What if doesn't even notice that I'm Michael's friend and he never looks at your profile?" Angela couldn't resist getting Pam all riled up sometimes, though it was probably a bit mean. But it was entirely funny so it evened out.
"I know your password anyway, so it doesn't matter." Pam knew a lot of Angela's passwords for pretty much every site she used. It was humorous that Angela thought her 'unsaving it automatically' would stop Pam. Nah, not a chance. She looked up, raising an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Stop that," she muttered quietly, absentmindedly clicking things on Michael's profile. "You think Michael is the type of bloke to keep it to himself? I feel like he's the type to tell Jim everything, as a way of bragging almost. He just appears that way." She paused. "And if he doesn't request me then, well..." How couldn't he? What if he didn't, though? That'd be so embarrassing. Not to mention Angela would never let her live it down. "Then that's fine..."
"You're a really awful liar," Angela said, picking up her puppy. How did Pam like cats better? Her dog was way better. She loved being with Angela all the time. Pam's cat probably just ignored her. And did Pam have a little pet door installed in her bedroom door? No. She did not. Angela did, which showed that she obviously loved her dog a lot more than Pam did. Though her parents had gotten rather upset when they came home after a weekend away and found out that Angela "destroyed" her bedroom door. "If he doesn't add you, you will be absolutely crushed and you know it. I'm sure he will though. Especially if he has a really dirty dream about you tonight."
"Am I, Angela? Am I?" she said, half interested in the conversation and half not. Sure, she'd rather Jim add her than not add her. But that better not happen. She didn't even wanna think about that. "Oh right, I'm sure he had such a naughty dream about a waitress from a random cafe he went to, today. You're right." She clicked Michael's profile pictures and instantly laughed. "Look at this. Basically all of his pictures are with Jim. Maybe they're secretly dating and we should quit while we're ahead?"
"I'm sure he will," Angela said suggestively. "That saucy ginger from the café…" Pam always said she was a brunette, but she had enough red in her hair to be a ginger. So of course Angela exploited any opportunity to call her one. "Oh god, do you think they're really gay?" There wasn't anything wrong with that, of course. Gay people were great. Not any greater than straight people; she didn't have a fetish or anything. It would just ruin her chances with Michael if he was already getting into Jim's pants. "I hope they're not gay. Bisexual I can work with though, if it comes down to it."
"Ginger?" She muttered, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head. "I'm a bloody brunette, leave it alone. At the most, it's auburn. But I wouldn't even call it that. It's not red at all." No one in her family was redheaded and she just didn't see herself as a redhead. There was nothing wrong with that, but she just found she was a brunette. And she had some natural highlights. But no red. "I was joking, calm down..." She laughed, scanning each picture and just laughing a bit lighter each time. "Look at them, they're so adorable." She liked that they were best friends. Just like her and Angela. "God, he better request me..." She finally added, running the cursor over his face, with a grin. "He is so fine."
"He is pretty gorgeous," Angela agreed. "But not as gorgeous as Michael. Sorry, but he just wins that contest." Jim was too classically good-looking. Michael was much more attractive. And together they made great best friends. How adorable would they look with her and Pam? They could go out on dates together and make everyone insanely jealous of their combined genetic prowess. And their children would win any beauty pageant, no contest. "So do you think we'll see them tomorrow? We better, after you added Michael on Facebook like a complete creep. They wouldn't ignore that and just not come back to the café, right? Maybe he'll accept the request right away and we can make plans tonight." God, that would be great. Angela was not the best at waiting around for things to happen.
"Not as gorgeous as Michael, are you bloody blind?" she whispered, mostly to herself, because she wasn't going to fight Angela on something so obvious. She pressed the home button, and randomly started clicking the 'like' button on the most annoying people's statuses - smirking as she did so. "We could see them, sure. You never know." Pam did like being optimistic, but she usually wasn't. "He could ignore you, label you as creepy and that makes me creepy by the default of being your best friend and then it all goes downhill and you die alone with your dog..."
"Okay, shut your bloody fucking trap," Angela said, shoving her desk chair across the floor and sending Pam along for the ride. "That's not even logical. I won't be dying alone if Blair is with me. Slag." It was fine for Pam to take the piss out of Angela but once she brought her dog into it things got intense. Angela scrolled down the page, un-liking all the things Pam had arbitrarily liked. "Should we just get off Facebook for the night? Whatever happens happens, right?" They could certainly find something to do instead of stare at Facebook all night, waiting for an accepted friend request that might not even come.
"Oh, vicious. It's kinky. Hopefully Michael likes a real dominatrix." Pam snickered, standing from the seat and coming up behind her, watching her unlike all of the things and immediately frowning. Why didn't she like that? It was funny. Like when Pam liked people's statuses when it said "bad day" or "i'm sick." It was just hilarious. "We should get off Facebook. Because you're going to look like you were waiting for him if you're still online when he accepts your stalking request." She muttered, smirking before making her way back over to the bed.
"Oh, yeah, okay," Angela said, flipping her off. "You were the one that friend requested him! And you liked everything on my feed." Pam thought she was so clever but all of Angela's Facebook friends probably just thought she was a weirdo. "I will get off Facebook though. Not because he'll think I'm a stalker but because it's boring." Facebook was interesting for about five minutes, but after that it was just shit. "Okay, moving on. Not thinking about them. No more Facebook."