Chapter 6- Coded Notes

Author's Note- Hi everybody! I just want to say thank you to my sole reviewer last chapter Giygas. PK. Godot! Thanks very much…and for all the people who read but didn't review, well, thanks anyways. So please review this chapter, even if it's bad, I want to hear from you guys. In this chapter, Jim and Pam are thirteen and the next one is where the really story begins! High school, yay! Here's the chapter, enjoy!

Jim Halpert was lying down on Pam's bedroom floor, spinning his beat-up basketball on his finger. "Pam!" he exclaimed, tossing the basketball aside and sitting upright.

"What?" Pam asked, looking up from her sketch of Jim. Lately, Pam had been into drawing people and Jim was her only willing model.

"I just had a brilliant idea," Jim said, now sitting beside her.

"And what was this brilliant idea, Jim? Did you finally figure out how to beat the whole game of Mario, mini-games and all?" Pam questioned, raising an eyebrow jokingly.

"No," Jim replied, peering over her shoulder at the drawing. "Wow, you're really getting good. That looks even better than me in real life." Pam looked into his big, blue-green eyes and saw that he was telling the truth.

"Thanks, Jim. So, what was your great idea? Or did you forget it already?" Pam teased, adding some more color to Jim's portrait.

"I came up with a secret code!" Jim said, his hands moving animatedly.

"Seriously? You've got to show me, now, Halpert," Pam replied, her tone now serious and excited.

"Okay, do have some paper and a pen or pencil?" Jim asked, climbing on top of Pam's twin-sized bed.

Pam rolled her emerald green eyes at a confused Jim. "Duh, Jim. I'm practically an artist, of course I do," Pam said, forking over a pad of lined paper and a black pen.

"Oh right, I forgot," Jim replied, taking the supplies from his best friend. "Okay, so it's actually pretty simple. Say you're trying to write 'Hi Pam.'"

"Come on, write it Jim. You're practically killing me," Pam urged him.

The boy moved some caramel hair out of his eyes and began writing. Pam tried to glance over Jim's hunched-over shoulder to sneak a peek at the code, but she was unsuccessful. She noticed how Jim stopped every few seconds and his ocean-like eyes would flick over to her. "Okay, done," Jim announced, giving the notebook back to Pam.

Pam looked down at the page, it read; Hippo Igloos. Paint Actors Monkeys. "What? How do you read it?" she asked, clearly confused.

"You only take the first letter from each word. So…hi Pam. You can use any words and they don't have to make sense together, obviously," Jim explained, motioning to the paper.

"Oh, I get it now. Wait, what about the periods that you inserted?" Pam asked, pointing to the dots on the page.

"Oh yeah, you put a period after each word. It's so that your words don't run together," Jim added, smiling up at Pam.

"Awesome. This is really cool, Jim. We should totally write our notes to each other like this, from now on," Pam suggested, also grinning.

"Yeah, totally. That's why I made it up. For us," Jim admitted, looking back at Pam.

"It should be only for us, no one else," Pam agreed, quickly.

"Definitely," Jim said, scooping the pen and paper up from the floor. "Here you should practice, write something," Jim suggested, giving her the supplies.

"Okay," Pam said. "What should I write?" she asked, looking up at Jim, who was sprawled out on her bed while Pam was sitting on the carpet, comfortably.

"Anything, Beesly," Jim whispered, jokingly, before tossing his basketball in the air once more.

"Gee, thanks, that sure narrows it down," Pam replied, goofily thwacking him with a pillow.

"Okay, then. Write how you feel right now, here with me," Jim suggested, his tone a hundred percent serious.

Pam looked up at Jim, his white t-shirt rumpled and his light brown hair tousled and knew exactly how she felt. She scribbled down her message to Jim, before giving him the notebook back.

Jim began reading the page silently. It read; Lemons Ick Keep Ear. Nut Oops Train Hair Icicles Not Good. Eek Look Suppose Elephant. Make Apple Toad Turtle Eerie Road Soup. "Like nothing else matters," he read, glancing at Pam who was smiling up at him.

"It's true, it's like time stops when I'm with you," Pam admitted, bashfully. "It's stupid."

"No, it's not all. I feel the same way with you, and I have since we were five," Jim confessed, his eyes filled with adoration.

"So I'm not alone in this?" Pam suggested the tone back to playful.

"You'll never be alone as long as I'm around, Beesly," Jim replied, laughing.

So what did you guys think? I know this chapter was kind of short…I re-wrote it twice. The next chapter will be them in high school and Roy starts to come in the mix. So, stay tuned for updates! Please, please, review!