Title: Whirlwind.
Continuity: 'Cocktails.' (Season Three's 17th episode.)
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Warning/Comments: Slightly A/U. Drabble. Hey! I'm sorry about the delay. I know I say this repeatedly but school gives me one or two weeks of free time, and then it starts bombarding me with tests again, and I have to use my time to study (which I hate.) Anyways, I'm using third-person narrative again in this chapter. I never really thought I would write a Roy-centric for this multi-shot story, but then I considered this episode, and Roy certainly owns the last moments of it (the ones that I wanted to write about) so it felt like the only way around. As always, I hope you enjoy this.
"What?"
"I want us to make it. I want a fresh start."
" That's awesome. That's what I want. "
"Oh ok, but in order for us to make it, there can't be any secrets between us. "
"I didn't do anything. Ask anyone, I totally could have and I didn't at all. "
" Just listen. Remember that casino night about a month before we were supposed to get married? I kissed Jim."
"What?"
"He told me how he felt and I guess I had feelings too, and we kissed."
"Jim came on to you?"
"Just listen."
"No, I am listening! That's the problem - I am listening!"
"Don't yell!"
"Don't yell?"
"This is over."
"Yeah, you're right. This is so over. You kidding me, Pam! Come on! God!"
It was funny how he and his brother had managed to tear the entire place down in a matter of minutes. As the anger swallowed him like a whirlwind, he had thrown bottles, kicked chairs and turned tables over. Next thing he knew Kenny was pushing him out of Poor Richard's and telling him to calm down so he could try and fix part of the mess they'd made.
They had destroyed the place so quickly and easily… just like she had destroyed his confidence and his hope using just a few words. It was stupid, really. Roy Anderson was more of a do-er than a thinker, and he usually never fell into this kind of reflections. But as he sat on the floor outside the bar, he couldn't help but thinking about the events of that night over and over again and regretting trying to start over with Pam in the first place.
What was I thinking?
It had been a very bad decision. He had never really understood what had he done to make her call their wedding off, but throughout all those months they'd been apart he'd tried to change, to be a better guy, hoping that she would notice it and give him a second chance, so they could start over. But it had all been in vain. She had just toyed with his feelings, using him to make someone jealous.
Someone who had hurt her.
Someone she had real feelings for.
Roy knew exactly who it was.
Halpert.
He couldn't believe how he'd been so blind. His fiancée had started ignoring him the very day she'd met the guy. Roy was sure now that she had called the wedding off for her best friend. She had proved him right by waiting so long to tell him about the kiss.
Just thinking about it made him sick.
Jim Halpert, kissing his Pammy.
His Pammy kissing Jim Halpert.
Those thoughts would never stop haunting him now.
He heard footsteps near him and looked up to find his brother standing next to him.
"Are they going to call the cops?"
Kenny shook his head. "No, I paid them off. "
"Jet ski money?"
"All of it."
Roy closed his eyes only for a second, trying to sooth himself, but it only helped making the mental pictures inside his mind clearer.
Pam should have never told him about the kiss.
She didn't know what she was getting her 'friend' into.
I kissed Jim.
He told me how he felt and I guess I had feelings too, and we kissed.
The whirlwind of anger swallowed him whole once again.
"I'm gonna kill Jim Halpert."