A/N: Becki is Jim. Shelbee is Michael. We really don't own anything this chapter. Not them, not The Office. We're not quite that good.

Michael dropped himself down on the hotel bed, humming loudly and obnoxiously. He opened his laptop, slowly turning his humming into singing, "Sweet chocolate sugar coated candyman," He then quickly stopped, his eyes widening as he clicked the one friend request he had waiting on Facebook. Whoa. He was not expecting that, at all. Had he even told her his last name? He glanced over at Jim who had been ignoring him for the past few minutes. "Dude, look." He turned his laptop towards jim. "The Brit liked what she saw." He exclaimed, raising his eyebrows with the widest grin.

"Seriously?" How did she even find him? Michael Scott was a pretty common name. "Nice." Angela Martin. Her profile picture was of her and Pam. "That's definitely her. Are you going to accept it?" That was probably a stupid question. Of course he was going to accept her friend request. He accepted everyone's friend requests, especially the girls. "Check out her profile. Is she single?" Of course what he really meant was go find Pam's profile and see if she's single, but this would have to do for now. It was Michael's computer and Jim would let him look at all of Angela's photos and statuses for as long as he wanted. Because he was nice. For now.

"Seriously." Michael didn't know how he was found, and his brain wasn't even thinking of that. Maybe she had spent the whole day going through thousands of pages, who knew. "Well, yeah I'm going to accept it. Why wouldn't I?" He kept the laptop still turned slightly towards Jim as he clicked accept before viewing her profile. "They look a lot more friendly in pictures..." Not that Angela wasn't friendly. He was obviously speaking about Pam. He followed Jim's instructions, scrolling down the page. "Single! Yes, that's perfect." He nodded, clearly proud of causing such an effect on a girl. "Angela Martin. Common name. Well, as common as mine..." He was definitely going to get it in.

"Wow, you guys have everything in common," Jim said dryly. "They really do have a lot of pictures together." Even the album cover for 'Holiday '08 3' was a picture of the two of them. Along with most of the others, except one that was an album entirely dedicated to her dog. Wow. Maybe she and Michael did have a lot in common. Michael always tried to get Jim to agree to getting a dog, even though they lived in the dorms. "What about Pam? What's her last name?" Not that he was going to stalk her or anything like that. They were just on the topic of last names.

"They do." It was like looking at his own pictures of him and Jim. Jim did have a few of them, but he obviously didn't want everyone to be jealous of how close they were - so he let it slide. "We do have everything in common, wow." He stated, seeing the album of her dog. Man, he loved dogs. "Pam's last name is... Beesly." Well, that was definitely unique. He can't say he'd ever heard that one before. "I know this because she left a wall post... twenty minutes ago saying, 'You are just the worst kind of person.' And then she liked it herself." She liked her own wall post. That was something.

So Pam knew Family Guy. He was pretty positive that line was from Family Guy. When Brian drew a picture of hanging himself instead of writing Stewie's memior. From the episode where Stewie was obsessed with tanning. Not that he watched it a lot or anything. "You should add her, too," Jim said. He would definitely add her when he got on the computer. After all, Angela added Michael. That was the first step for them to all add each other. And he was already Facebook friends with Michael so the next logical step was adding Pam.

"I don't know if I should..." Michael said skeptically, hovering over her name. "She's kind of intimidating. Look at her, with her cat..." It was actually a picture that wasn't scary. He clicked her name and glanced over the information. "Can't see if she's single without adding her. I'm too scared." He tried clicking her pictures, but she had a privacy block on everything. What bullshit. "I say you add her. She was nice to you."

"Are you serious right now?" Jim pushed Michael out of the way and looked at Pam's incredibly limited profile. "Michael. That's a kitten. That's not even a fully grown cat." He wasn't much of a cat person but the picture was pretty cute. Though it might have been because of the girl that was in it. Toss up, really. "If you're too afraid to add her I can click the button for you." Then, without bothering to sign into his own account, he sent her a friend request. "Look at how easy that was. Way to go, buddy. You almost did it."

"It doesn't matter. She's evil." The cat or Pam? Michael didn't know. He also didn't know if the cat was a girl, but he didn't care. "No, don't. She'll harass me from afar. I just have that gutsy feeling. What if -" It was too late. Jim had sent the request without even asking. He narrowed his eyes, "What the hell! If you wanted to see her profile, why don't you just add the chick?" There was no way to undo a friend request. So it was out there. "If she's in a relationship, than doing that was worthless." He muttered, clicking back to Angela's page, reading her status out loud. "Friday sleepover with the slag!" He was silent as he clicked the comments. "It's obviously Pam, because she commented 'Your mum doesn't pay me enough for this.'" Why weren't they at the sleepover with those girls? Why wasn't Michael watching them have a pillowfight in their underwear?

Facebook just put everything out there for them. A couple hours ago Pam and Angela were two girls without last names working at a café. Now they were almost Facebook friends and he and Michael could potentially crash their sleepover if they knew where Angela lived. That could be fun… Of course, that was just impossible. It was sort of creepy and all they knew was Angela lived sort of near the café where they worked. "If she is in a relationship then at least you have another Facebook friend for your collection," Jim pointed out. He edged past Michael and looked at Angela's page. "What does slag mean? Is that a British thing?" There was a lot to be learned from their Facebook pages. They used weird words that Jim had never seen before and now he knew Pam liked Family Guy. Or accidentally quoted it very accurately.

"Collection? I'm not collecting friends. I just have a lot." People loved him; was that a crime? It certainly wasn't. Michael opened up a new window and typed in the word 'slag' on Google. "It pretty much means whore," he said after seconds of scanning the results. Classy. "Hey, hey, notification." Michael muttered, clicking back to Facebook. "Pamela Beesly has accepted your friend request." Michael turned the laptop slowly towards Jim. "Go ahead. I know you wanna find out." She had to have been single, because she had seemed a bit into Jim. But maybe the cat in her picture was her boyfriend. Was bestiality legal here? Gross.

"I'm not like a stalker or anything," Jim said, though he did take the laptop from Michael. "You could've looked at her page just as easily as I could have." Truthfully, he really did want to see Pam's profile. Not that he was looking to hook up with her or anything (though if it came down to it he definitely would), but they'd had fun talking earlier. Maybe they had more in common than he though. "She likes Family Guy," he said, scrolling past her interest section. He already suspected it, but that was proof. "And Friends. Do all British people watch American TV shows?" They did have their own TV shows over here, didn't they? Like that Skins show that MTV remade. After giving her profile a fairly thorough look, he turned back to Michael. "It says she's single," Jim said, handing him the laptop back. "Since I know you cared so much."

"I never said you were, but you could be. Facebook should make you put your address down." But that also may be stupid, that's slightly dangerous. But it'd be really handy. He watched Jim take the laptop and smirked, leaning over to watch him. "Family Guy? Look, you two are a match." Jim claimed he didn't watch it too much, but Michael had seen him watch it more than others. "We knew she liked Friends. And they watch American TV, because we rule?" What was better than America? Nowhere. Except the girls here were hotter. And the accent. Damn them. He took the laptop back and shook his head, "I didn't care. You did." He clicked back to her wall. "She may be single, but a guy who looks fairly attractive commented on her wall yesterday," Michael told him, glancing over. "Competition. He said, 'Hey, wanna go for a bite tomorrow?' How creepy." He then laughed, "Never mind, there's no competition. She answered 'never.'" Michael couldn't help but laugh. What girl did that? Didn't even let the guy down easy. He'd pay to see her do that to Jim. Was that horrible? Oh well, he had told Jim she seemed scary, so his part was done.

Maybe the guy who commented on her wall wasn't competition, but there had to be a dozen other guys out there who were after her. Guys she actually knew and had hung out with for more than a half hour at some little coffee shop. She was certainly friends with more guys than she was girls on Facebook, at least judging by her partial display of friends. What did it matter, though? He was only going to be in England for two weeks. It's not like he was looking to fall in love and marry her or anything. She was just someone he sort of knew now that he could maybe hang out with while he was here. "I barely know her," Jim pointed out, taking the laptop back and signing into his own account. "I wouldn't really call other guys she talks to 'competition'. I just met her today and he's probably known her more than six hours." Of course, it wasn't like he was going to give up. He pulled up Pam's page and sent her a friend request along with sending one to Angela. He was Facebook friends with people who lived in his dorm that he'd barely even talked to. He could definitely be Facebook friends with Pam and Angela. Especially since they had friend requested Michael first.

"You barely know her now, sure," Michael started, watching him take over his computer and adding both the girls. "But you can learn more about her, especially through Facebook." He turned the laptop back towards him and brought it to the homepage, quickly updating Jim's status to say 'In England with Michael. How did I ever get such a great good-looking best friend?' He then turned towards Jim, "What if Pam doesn't add you? That'd be hilarious." He turned back to the screen, watching the notification pop up that she had in fact added him. "Damn it. She's obviously on now..." 'Jim Halpert and Pamela Beesly are now friends.' Michael grinned as he quickly liked the new friendship, making Jim look extremely eager. But also hilarious.

"You're an ass," Jim said, leaning over him to log out. "What would they call it here? A wanker. You're a wanker." Michael updated Jim's status for him every chance he got, though he had gotten a lot tamer after he posted "Hey, I'm gay!" and Jim's grandma called him and talked to him about the evils of homosexuality for an hour and a half. Jim had put it on speaker phone and made Michael listen to the last 45 minutes of the lecture. Things had gotten a little bit better on Facebook after that, though Jim's grandma was still mad with him after making such an inappropriate joke. "Why did you like that? You're making me look really stupid." Which, of course, was one of Michael's favorite things.

"Wanker?" He asked, glancing over at him and rolling his eyes. "Right, I don't think that's an actual word." Jim used a lot of words that Michael had never heard before, so he was pretty sure he made them up. Cause Michael knew a lot. He frowned as Jim logged out, placing the laptop back in front of him. "Because it's awesome. Now she's going to see that you like the friendship, and you're going to look like such a creep. Who likes their own friendships?" He laughed again once he logged in and saw it himself - but it was from a different prospective, so it was even funnier. "Now we're all added." He paused, looking at the online list. "Why the fuck did you log off? Here." He turned his laptop. "If you log back on, Pam's online. Ask them where they live and if we need to bring condoms."

"Aren't you friends with Pam too? You ask her." Jim was all for hanging out with them, but he wasn't about to act like a stalker. Since Michael had suggested it in the first place he probably wouldn't be bothered by looking like a total creep. "It's faster that way," he reasoned. "By the time I log in she might be logged out already." Knowing Michael, he would actually fall for that. Jim had sent Pam a friend request and she had accepted it. They were now Facebook friends. As far as he was concerned, that was enough for now. And if they went back to the café tomorrow (which they probably would, because it was close to the hotel and they knew where it was) and Pam and Angela happened to be working again then that would be a bonus.

"Ah, that's true. Plus, you could forget your password and then it'd take forever..." He thought out loud, his cursor hovering over Pam's name, the cat in the picture glaring at him as if daring him. How dare that cat dare him? He didn't even know that cat. "Fine, I'll do it..." He began to type, but then stopped. "What do I say to her? I mean, she definitely was more interested in you." It had been obvious, but that was alright. Because it had also been obvious that Angela had been more interested in Michael, and that was awesome. "How should I invite us over?"

"I really don't think you should just invite us over," Jim said, moving in to read the pending conversation. "That's probably a little rude here." Considering it was rude in America, despite the fact that Michael did it all the time in high school. Jim would be working on a research paper or a huge project and Michael would just walk in and sit on his bed and play video games and swear at the TV until Jim kicked him out. "Just ask when they're free to hang out or something. Don't make plans for them. And don't insist on hanging out tonight, either."

"Of course you don't. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't be best friends. You don't ask anyone to do anything, that's why I come to your house unannounced." Plus, Michael knew that sometimes Jim would say no, but Jim's parents wouldn't turn him down. They liked him; they were his second family. Half the time he was over there more than his house. "Alright... I will. I don't wanna give her the wrong impression. I'm not into her, not my type." Well, he wouldn't turn her down, but Angela was more his type. So instead, he quickly typed.

Michael Scott: Jim wants to know when you're free?

"Really? That's what you're going to do?" Jim shook his head. "I could've signed onto my own account to do that." He should've known Michael would throw his name in there. Pam clearly hadn't been interested in Michael earlier. She wasn't a bitch to him or anything but she definitely didn't pay that much attention to him compared to Jim. "If she thinks I'm a total creep it's your fault."

Michael couldn't help but laugh, didn't Jim know him at all? He should have seen it coming! But then again, that wouldn't have made it very fun. "She won't think you're a creep. It's your fault, you should have logged in."

Pamela Beesly: I'm sorry, do I know you?

Michael looked up at Jim with a confused expression, mixed with a bit of hurt. "Is she serious? I can't tell. I wouldn't even be able to tell in person, but online?"

Michael Scott: Uh... we met at the café? Ya know, I'm Jim's friend?

Was Pam just messing with Michael or was she serious? That made all the difference. If she was just messing with Michael then it was definitely funny, but if she didn't remember then that was rude and a little ditzy. Not great. She was good looking, but not enough to overlook the fact that she was completely brainless, if she was. He didn't think she was though. "She's probably joking," Jim said. "I don't think she's that forgetful."

Pamela Beesly: Are you sure that was today? I don't work on Friday's.

"I can't tell... this is both hurtful and dumb. Maybe this girl is a moron. Or maybe she had a '50 First Dates' kinda thing going on..." How couldn't she remember him? Or Jim? Or that she worked today.

Michael Scott: Is this a joke...? Maybe I added the wrong person.

"I know I didn't, but just in case..." He muttered, staring at her picture and narrowing his eyes.

Pamela Beesly: Maybe you did?

Pamela Beesly: Okay, sorry, Angela's freaking out and telling me I'm mean. Hi, Michael.

"Told you she was joking," Jim said, reading the conversation. He knew there was no way she was that dumb. For all he knew she was a college dropout who was selling weed to support herself, but she hadn't seemed dumb when he had been talking to her earlier. "Can you please just wrap this up so she doesn't think we're obsessed with her or something?"

"But we are obsessed..." he muttered jokingly, glancing over at Jim and rolling his eyes. "She's not gonna think we're obsessed. I mean, technically she did add us first. Or, well, Angela did. But she was there - remember?" Because they were having a sleepover. Angela's status said that. Pam was the slag.

Michael Scott: Oh, ha, yeah. I knew it was a joke... anyway. What are you two up to?

"Okay, that seemed creepy..." Michael muttered, shaking his head.

Pamela Beesly: How'd you know I was over here? Are you stalking?

Michael Scott: No! Her status!

Pamela Beesly: Kidding, relax, sheesh. We are currently doing absolutely nothing.

"What should I say?" Michael whispered, as if they could hear.

"I don't know," Jim said. "It's your conversation. Say whatever you want. I want to be left out of this completely until I know for sure she doesn't think you're a total creep." Of course, Jim had just added her and Michael brought up his name in the first message he sent her so she would probably know he was involved. But still. At this point he could still be barely involved.

"It's your conversation too, because you're next to me. And you happen to be reading it, so..." Sometimes Michael wondered if Jim was completely brain dead. But he wouldn't ask him that, because it could be rude.

Michael Scott: Oh, yeah, same here. I was just wondering.

"That's nonchalant, right? It's not all hey, look at us! Invite us! But it also sort of... shows all the possibilities..." Michael hoped maybe they'd pick up on it. Maybe they could invite them. It'd make Michael one happy guy. And well, Jim, maybe. Michael never understood his emotions.

Pamela Beesly: Hm. Hold on a second, I need to have a word with Angela.

"I'm not actually taking part in the conversation," Jim pointed out. "The actual talking is all you. I haven't told you what to say yet and I'm not going to." Though maybe he should, because the 'I was just wondering' seemed like he was wondering for a specific reason. It was basically like saying 'I was just wondering if you wanted to hook up with me.' "A word with Angela? Maybe this is going somewhere."

"Yeah, but you're still here and you would take part if I made you. So maybe you should stop fighting me on this." Michael tried waiting patiently, but weren't words quick?

Michael Scott: Alright.

There. He didn't need to say any more than that. "It could very well be going somewhere.. and you owe me for this. Because if I hadn't done this, we wouldn't be invited over." He paused, well, they weren't exactly invited over… yet. "Well, if we are. I feel like we may be."

Pamela Beesly: Sorry, anyway. This may seem weird, bit rushed. We did just meet you today. But anyway, we're bored. You're obviously not doing anything. Spoke with Angela, and we were wondering if you'd like to come over for a bit?

Pamela Beesly: You, meaning both of you.

So they'd been invited over. Well, it wasn't like they were doing anything at Jim's. They never did. Michael always tried to get Jim to play video games with him but those got boring after about twenty minutes. But going over to Angela's house… that wouldn't be boring. "Tell her yes," Jim said. What the hell. It would certainly be an interesting addition to the night and it wasn't like they were being kept under lock and key during the trip. No one would notice they were gone and even if they did they wouldn't care.

"Tell her yes?" Michael said with a bit of a surprised voice, "What is that, Jim Halpert wants to have fun? I have to write this down. I never thought I'd see the day." No, Jim was a lot of fun. Which was why they were best friends. But he definitely wasn't usually as up for an adventure as Michael was.

Michael Scott: That sounds great. What's the address?

Pamela Beesly: Really? Cool. 34 Grape Lane. If you pass the cafe, it's the third street on the left.

Michael Scott: Grape Lane?

Pamela Beesly: What? It's a good fruit. It's a good street. I mean, we're both on it so... bye!

Michael shut the laptop looking at Jim with a huge grin. "And now we have something to do."