title taken from: "We're Going To Be Friends" by The White Stripes
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sent 17:13
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
so.
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sent 17:15
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
so
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sent 17:17
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
karen and i ended things today
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sent 17:23
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
…
i know already
sorry?
i saw you in the cafeteria
i wasn't spying or anything!
though that does make it sound like i was spying…
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sent 17:26
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
oh
that's okay
i don't mind!
i was just texting to let you know
that like. its over w/ her
and maybe to warn you?
in case she catches on and idk…..says things in class?
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sent 17:31
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
is that all you wanted to say?
(im sorry its really hard to convey teasing through text i hope it doesnt come off mean!)
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sent 17:33
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
yes
through text at least
(its okay i know you're not mean. even through text!)
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sent 17:36
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
are you trying to drop hints?
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sent 17:38
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
maybe.
perhaps if we spoke in person i could explain…..
:) ?
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sent 17:40
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
you're ridiculous.
but fine.
do you want to come over?
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sent 17:42
TO: Pam
FROM: Jim Halpert
on my way
:)
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sent 17:45
TO: Jim
FROM: Pam
:)
read 17:45
When she opened the door, Pam blushed, even though neither of them had even said anything yet.
She hoped this - this godawful blushing thing - wouldn't be a permanent fixture in their relationship. It wasn't like her, to be this flustered by a boy.
"Hey," he shot her a shy smile as she stepped aside to let him in. A frown quickly crossed his face, though. "Kelly's not here?"
"Is she ever?"
"Ha. I guess not. I'm just too used to Dwight being constantly in our room…" He sank down into Pam's desk chair, leaving her to perch on the edge of her bed, leaning so her back was against the wall.
"Yeah?"
"Yep. He's been extra weird lately - jumpier. Won't stop going on about a personal tragedy. Plus, he refuses to set foot anywhere near the girls' floor."
"Oh." Pam thought about this. "Maybe he has an ex-girlfriend?"
Jim snorted.
At some point between early and late evening, the conversation had shifted into more personal, more intimate topics.
In a fit of impulsion, Pam decided to tell him once and for all how she really had felt during the time spent at home over Christmas.
In return, Jim spoke about the difficulties he faced in remaining simply her friend, in the few months before the end of the year, after they had first met.
Kelly phoned at 9 to tell Pam she was on her way back to their dorm, and it was for this reason that she hurried Jim out the door.
She stood staring at him for a moment, wondering whether he would kiss her. Wondering whether she would stop him.
He ended up kissing her cheek, promising to see her tomorrow, and taking off down the corridor just minutes before Kelly rounded the corner.