Step 3:
Take the 1 female
And mix with 1 bad relationship
Mix till your arm hurts so much you can't move it anymore
And you just want to give up
Jim's party was a huge success, Pam noticed as she scanned the whole turnout. She took a sip of cold beer, feeling the cool liquid pour down her throat and drowning the sick feeling that formed in the pit of her stomach. Don't get her wrong, she loved going to Jim's barbeque solo: it gave her opportunity to talk to her best friend without Roy hanging over her shoulder the whole time. But she hated that Roy didn't even consider thinking about going to the party with her. It was another reason she could add to her list of Roy-related annoyances. Unsurprisingly, it was getting longer and longer every day.
Pam took another swig, feeling a little lonely. She glanced around, hoping there was someone she could talk to. She saw Jim catching her eye, and he waved. She waved back, smiling. He could be so sweet sometimes. If only Roy was more like him...
Suddenly, Ryan walked into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw Pam.
"Hey Pam," Ryan grinned his little half-smile he did. Pam couldn't help but grin back.
"Hey Ryan, how're you?" Pam asked cheerily. She always felt comfortable around Ryan.
"Okay... Livin' in the moment." He answered. He pulled out a beer from a bucket of ice sitting on the counter. He cracked it open and held it away, making sure none of the foam landed on him.
Pam giggled, "Of course."
Ryan hesitated before walking back out to the crowd, "You wanna... sit outside?" he asked Pam apprehensively. About half the party was already out there, but Pam's heart almost melted at how sweetly he asked.
"Yeah, definitely." Pam smiled before following him out to the deck. The air was warm, and it felt nice against Pam's skin.
Her and Ryan sat down on two lawn chairs near where Creed and Phyllis were chatting. They made some small-talk, both sipping beer and bashing on Michael. Once or twice, Ryan would make a comment that would make Pam crack up, and she would for him. Most of the time, they would just be silent, looking up to the sky; counting the stars that twinkled above them.
***
When Pam got home that night, Roy was on the couch: passed out and drunk. Pam sighed as she slipped off her coat and picked up a blanket off the floor, throwing it over her fiancee. He snorted slightly in his sleep. Pam slowly made her way to their bedroom, trying to remember what she really wanted from a fiancee...
The words blue eyes and stars filled her head. She was never entirely sure why.
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Step 3: Check