Chapter 3- Pam's Birthday
Author's Note- Hey everybody! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in almost three weeks, I feel so bad. Thank you to the two people who reviewed the last chapter! You guys are so fetch! (Mean Girls anyone?) Also to the person who followed thanks. I really appreciate the reviews a lot, I'm new to Jam fanfiction and I'm still getting used to the archives. Also, chances are if you review my story I'll review yours. Anyways this chapter is about Pam's 7th birthday. Enjoy!
Jim peered out the window and then at his sleeping nine-year-old brother. He looked at the clock again; it was 10:00 at night. Jim should've been in bed an hour ago but he couldn't fall asleep, tomorrow was Pam's birthday. She was turning seven; he had turned seven a month ago. Jim was really excited; they were going to an apple orchard and then back to Pam's for cake. He wanted to get her something really special. For his seventh birthday Pam gave him a leather necklace with a four-leaf-clover pendant on it. Jim hadn't taken it off since, and had attained a habit of touching it whenever he got nervous. She told him it was good luck, and he decided to wear it forever. As the young boy thought of Pam; he looked at the photo frames on his nightstand. There was a picture of the two of them grinning while at the beach on a combined family trip, from four months ago. The other two were from their first day of kindergarten; in front of the oak tree, and his favorite; holding hands while walking. This one was taken from behind. Jim touched the necklace one last time before drifting off to sleep.
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"Happy seventh birthday, Pam!" Mrs. Beesly exclaimed, while sitting around the breakfast table eating pancakes. Pam smiled, in an hour they'd pick up Jim and head to the orchard. After breakfast, Pam walked into her room and picked out an outfit for the day. As she pulled her auburn hair back into a ponytail, she thought about the day ahead of her.
"Pam! Hurry, honey we have to get Jim!" Mr. Beesly, called from the hallway.
Pam emerged from her room with her eleven-year-old sister Penny. "Why does Pam's boyfriend have to come?" Penny asked, smacking bubble gum simultaneously.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my best friend. And he's going because I want him to," Pam said. By now, she was used to Penny accusing Jim of being her boyfriend. The Beeslys hurried out the door and got into their Honda minivan.
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"Jim, be careful!" Pam exclaimed. They had arrived at the orchard about an hour ago and were in the middle of a hay maze. Jim had climbed on top of a hay stack to see where the exit was, and tumbled to the ground.
"I'm okay. The exit is that way!" Jim said, pointing to the left. The two weaved in between people and hay barrels and made their way out. Mr. and Mrs. Beesly were waiting at the exit.
"Good job, guys! Do you want to start picking apples now?" Mrs. Beesly asked.
"Yeah, let's go," Pam suggested, her hair blowing in the wind. It was a crisp November day and it was beautiful out. Jim nodded and Mr. Beesly led the way to the apple trees. They were all handed a plastic bag to fill to the brim with apples. A nearby employee instructed them on the best way to pick apples, and then they began walking toward the colorful trees. "Come on, Jim," Pam called, guiding him towards a tree with golden-green apples dangling above their heads.
"This one's good, we can reach most of them," Jim said, picking the nearest apple off the tree and dropping it in his bag.
"You can get a lot more than me, you're taller," Pam replied, grabbing apples closer to the ground.
"Sometimes I wish I was shorter."
"Really? Why?" Pam's eyes filled with curiosity, Jim had never admitted to this before. That's why she liked hanging out with him, every day she learned new things about him. Stuff that she wanted to memorize and keep in the section of her heart labeled Jim.
"So that the monkey bars would be more fun, I wouldn't be so close to the ground," Jim admitted. Pam laughed, it was funny but true.
"Interesting, while we're on the subject of wishing, I wish that we both grow up to be spy partners," Pam said.
Jim's eyes bugged out and he flashed her a wide grin. "Me too! We always pretend to be spies but it would be so cool to actually be one." Jim loved how they both had so much in common without realizing it.
"And we'd have code names!" Pam suggested.
"Yeah, the first letter of our name and our age. So I'd be J7 and you'd be P7, it sounds professional," Jim responded. Pam nodded eagerly.
"Definitely, and we'd have all this cool spy gear. We'd also be the system's two best spies obviously," Pam said.
"Plus, we would get to travel the world together." Jim had always been fascinated with all the different cultures and countries they learned about in school.
"Of course, that way we'd never lose touch with each other. I can't imagine not having you as my best friend when we're old," Pam told him.
"Yeah, you're never getting rid of me, Beesly," Jim said, although he laughed, he was a hundred percent serious. He knew Pam wasn't going to be a friend that he could just easily forget about.
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Jim and the Beeslys spent two more hours at the apple orchard before going home with five bags of apples. They were now crowded around the kitchen table, eating chocolate cake, Pam's favorite. Pam's parents had already given her their gifts; a Barbie doll and a set of walkie-talkies that were accessible from a mile away. Which was perfect for her and Jim, they decided to keep one in each house that way they could talk to each other at all times. Penny gave her a green Gap sweatshirt. Now, it was Jim's turn to give her his present.
Jim gave her a small box with purple wrapping paper and a card on top. "Um, you should read the card first," he said. Pam nodded and opened it. There was a drawing of her and Jim playing catch on one side and on the other a note in Jim's big handwriting. Pam began silently reading his birthday card. Happy 7th Birthday Pam! I hope you've had a great day so far. Seven is a cool number. You're my best friend ever and the best that I could ever wish for. I hope the seventh year of our lives is as great as the last two that we've spent together. Love, Jim Pam looked up from the card and smiled at Jim. She began to tear off the wrapping paper, there was a blue box underneath. Pam opened the box and inside was a blue and red macramé bracelet; her favorite colors. "Thanks so much Jim, I love it," Pam exclaimed smiling. She slipped the bracelet on her wrist and looked over at his; he was also wearing the same one. "Hey, when did you put that on?" she asked.
"Like a few seconds ago, I thought it'd be cool for us both to have one. You know as a symbol of our friendship," Jim said.
"Awesome. Jim, this is the best birthday ever," Pam said, smiling and admiring their bracelets.
Okay what did you think? Please, please review! I really apologize for the wait for this chapter, I feel real bad. In the next chapter they'll be nine, just to let you know. And I promise I'll update sooner! R&R!
