You are happy. You are finally happy. It took you five years to get here, but you are here now and that is all that matters to you at this point. You have made a lot of mistakes in the past year and as much as you regret what happened -- as much as you regret wasting time wishing that things were different instead of actually doing something about it -- you are kind of glad it happened. As much as it may have hurt all of you, you are glad you are able to do this with Pam and you are able to do it right.
Knock, knock.
And there she is.
"Hi."
"Hey." She grins. Her hair is in a messy bun, she's wearing an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants and you're pretty sure she has never looked more beautiful. She is carrying a box of pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other. You stand there, leaning on the door frame. You stare for a second longer than you probably should have. "So, are you going to let me in?"
"It depends. Did you bring the beer?"
She holds up the case.
"Hmm," You step aside, letting her in. "I guess."
She stands up on her tip-toes and gives you a quick peck on the lips. "You ready to paint?
You groan. "How about we just. ." You lean down and kiss her once more. Only, this time it is different. It is slow and gentle, yet passionate. Her hands immediately find their way to your hair and you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to you.
She pulls away. "Oh, no. No, no, no."
You pout. "What?"
"If we don't stop now, we'll never get this done."
"No, you're right--"
"Thank you."
"You're right, you're right. You are so right--" You fall back on to the couch, taking her down with you. Your mouth is on her neck and she's leaning into you, giggling, her arm around your neck and her hand on your chest.
"Jim," She says breathlessly. "Jim, seriously. We have to do this."
"Okay."
About three hours, six beers and one box of pizza later, you are lying on your couch with a 'Friends' re-run playing on the TV. Neither of you are paying much attention, you are both just happy to be there with eachother.
You yawn and she begins to sit up, collecting the empty beer cans and dirty plates off of the table.
You frown. "I can do that, Pam."
"I want to, Jim. It's been a long day. I'll just clean up and get going. It's getting late."
"Stay?" But it's not really a question.
Her smile widens and you can't help but smile back. "Um, yeah, okay. I'd like that."
"Do you mind if I get a shower, though? I'm a mess."
"No, yeah, go right ahead. The towels are in the closet and--"
She cuts you off with a kiss. "I know."
You watch her leave and you are left sitting there, grinning like an idiot. She has always manages to do that to you. She always has and she always will. That is just one of the things you love about her. She just makes you happy, plain and simple.
After you met Karen, you were sure that you were over her. Or, atleast you were sure that you could get over her. That is, until you saw her again. Nothing had changed. She was still Pam, and you were still Jim. You did everything you could to keep your distance but it was useless. Not even two months ago you were sitting in this very spot, trying to convince yourself that you were over her. You don't know why you were trying to hard to fight it. You told yourself that it was because you didn't want to hurt Karen, but deep down you knew it was for your own selfish reasons -- you were afraid of her rejecting you again. You used Karen. You should have broken it off the first time she told you she loved you. Hell, you should have broken it off with her when she suggested moving to Scranton for you. You have made a lot of mistakes in the past year, but not being honest with Karen from the start was definitely the biggest. It could have easily saved a lot of pain and heartache for everyone involved.
"Jim! Your phone is ringing."
"Answer it?"
You make your way up the stairs just in time to see Pam answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Pause.
Her face falls.
"Um, yeah. Hold on. Jim. . Karen is on the phone."
You pause for a second, trying to think of all of the things she could possibly want from you. Maybe she left something at your apartment? Maybe it's work-related? Maybe she wants to tell you how much of an asshole you are?
"Hey, Karen."
"Look, Jim. I, uh, I'm not trying to 'get you back' or anything. I just. .there is something that I need to talk to you about. Is there anyway that you could, I don't know, meet me for coffee or something? I can meet you half way."
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I'm sorry if this is confusing. I have a pretty good idea of where I am going with the story, so hopefully this will get easier.
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