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The start of this chapter is slow, so bear with me. Actually, the beginning of this story is slow. But stay tuned in with me, it will improve [:

Pam drove her car into the Dunder Mifflin parking lot. It was raining outside.

 

What a great start to the week...

 

Roy drove his car separately to work that day. They were fighting, once again. It seemed like they could never go though a day without a fight. It was normally because Roy was stubborn and couldn’t handle not getting his way. This time it was because Pam wanted nothing more than to go to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Roy wanted to go to Mexico.

 

Pam never got her way, even though she did everything her fiance asked. Everyday after work she would drive home while he went with his warehouse friends to Poor Richards and get drunk. She would go home and cook him dinner and clean the apartment. She was tired enough after work, but after doing all of the household chores she was exhausted, so she would plop down on the couch and turn on the television. Roy would walk inside with his friends and tell Pam to get up off her lazy ass and cook his friends dinner too. They would sit in the living room she just cleaned and watch some stupid show. She would walk in with the dinner and see the living room was trashed. They would eat the dinner and not even say thank you. Pam would call Roy into the kitchen and tell him how she felt. She would tell him how she just got through cleaning the apartment and he ruined it. He would refuse her when she asked for him to clean it up. He would yell and that would normally lead to Pam crying and locking herself in the bathroom. As soon as Roy would go to bed, she would let herself out and sleep on the couch. Around 3 in the morning, he would start to feel bad and would ask her to come and sleep with him. She was tired and exhausted so she would refuse. Then he would try and get her to have sex with him. She would again refuse and he would get pissed off. Again. That would happen almost every night.

 

She slammed her car door shut with these thoughts and walked inside the building, into the elevator, and through the doors of the office. She hung up her coat and sat down at her desk.

 

Jim could tell that something was wrong. He always could. He leaned over her desk.

 

“Is something wrong, Beesly?” he asked while taking a jellybean.

 

Pam sighed and replied, “Me and Roy are fighting. Again. We have been a lot lately.” She looked down at her hands.

 

“What are you both fighting about?”

 

“I want to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon, but Roy wants to go to Mexico. Apparently the beer is better there.”

 

“Wow, Beesly. There’s good beer! Why can’t you say yes to that?”

 

Pam saw his teasing smile. She giggled threw a jellybean at his forehead. He laughed too.

 

“You’re turning violent!” Jim said, still laughing.

 

Pam threw another jellybean at Jim.

 

He held up a tissue meaning for it to be a white flag, and said, “I surrender! I surrender!”

 

“Wimp.”

 

“Oh. Do you want to say that again?”

 

“Jim Halpert is a wimp!”

 

“You are so going to regret that!”

 

“Oh, this is war, Halpert!”

 

They both reached for a jellybean at the same time, their hands brushing lightly against each others. Pam jerked hers away and felt the pink going into her cheeks. She saw it in Jim’s also. They were both looking into each other’s eyes when Roy walked into the door.

 

“Hey babe!” he said, walking up to Pam’s desk. He looked at Jim with a look of hatred in his eyes. Pam noticed. She hated it when Roy looked at Jim like that. He got extremely angry whenever Jim was in Pam’s presence or when Pam even momentarily mentioned him.

 

Pam rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked into the break room. Talking to Roy was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Of course, he followed her in there.

 

“Don’t you want to talk about it?” he asked and reached for Pam’s hand.

 

She pulled her hand away and walked out on the verge of tears. She had recently been wondering if she should go through with the marriage. She wasn’t sure if it would be the right choice.

 

Roy didn’t walk out of the break room until 5 minutes later and tried talking to Pam one more time. He handed Pam a Butterfinger. Obviously, Roy didn’t know Pam at all because Pam hated Butterfingers. Jim knew that. They both hated them.

 

“Come on Pam. This fight is stupid. You will like Mexico, I promise,” he pleaded.

 

“Stop it Roy! I don’t want to talk to you right now!” Pam said that louder than she intended. Jim looked over and looked at the sadness in Pam’s eyes. “Just leave me alone right now, please,” she said in an almost whisper. As Roy walked out, Pam threw the Butterfinger in the trashcan and walked to the restroom. She felt the tears running down her cheeks.

 

After a long time, she walked out of the restroom, and saw Jim waiting right outside. He had a bag of French Onion Sunchips and coke with two plastic cups. She smiled at the sight and walked over to him.

 

“Are you feeling okay, Beesly?”

 

“Better than I was, thanks.”

 

“Here, sit down.”

 

Pam walked over and sat in the empty chair next to Jim. He opened up the Sunchips and she poured the coke into the two cups.

 

“You know, all of this rain is going to freeze in a little bit. Then it will turn to ice. I don’t think it’s going to be a nice ride going home tonight,” Pam said.

 

“Oh god,” Jim said

 

“What?”

 

“What if we end up having to stay the night here? With Dwight and Michael.”

 

“I would sneak out a window. And then allow myself to freeze myself.”

 

They both started laughing, and reached for a Sunchip. Again, their hands briefly skimmed across each other, but were pulled apart almost as quickly as they met.

 

Pam couldn’t help but wonder why when she and Roy held hands for a long time she never got that skip in her heart. Actually, she could never remember a time when she had that feeling. How come when she and Jim’s hands briefly met, she had to remind herself to breathe?

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a big clap of thunder. It had scared her so much that she started choking on the chip she was eating. Jim ran behind her and patted her back until the coughing died down. He gave her a bottle of water and told her to drink it, which she did.

 

“Oh my god! That thunder scared the living crap out of me!” She said.

 

Jim couldn’t help but laugh a little.

 

“Wow Jim. I could have died if you weren’t here, and yet, you laugh at me,” she said with a small smile on her face.

 

“But you do admit, I did save your life,” Jim replied.

 

“I hate you.”

 

Jim and Pam smiled at each other for a long time. Pam could feel herself blushing once again. They didn’t seem to notice the blaring thunder and lightning outside.

 

Pam twisted the ring on her finger. It suddenly didn’t feel like it was supposed to be there anymore. Her smile turned into a frown, and she looked down.

 

“Is something wrong?” Jim asked.

 

“No. No, I’m fine,” Pam said, forcing a smile.

 

Jim smiled back, but she could tell that he was not convinced.

 

All of a sudden, the lights flickered and eventually went out.

 To be continued…
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