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1. Chapter 1 by Pan_cake_Cats
2. Chapter 2 by Pan_cake_Cats
3. Chapter 3 by Pan_cake_Cats
4. Chapter 4 by Pan_cake_Cats
5. Chapter 5 by Pan_cake_Cats
6. Chapter 6 by Pan_cake_Cats
7. Chapter 7 by Pan_cake_Cats
8. Chapter 8 by Pan_cake_Cats
9. Chapter 9 by Pan_cake_Cats
10. Chapter 10 by Pan_cake_Cats
The slow day hum-drum of the office was quiet, phones ringing, quiet conversations between co-workers etc. This job meant nothing to Jim Halpert, it was just a job and a pretty boring one at that, selling paper. He decided that he would call his brother, he had nothing else to do and needed to find out what hobby his niece, Vanessa, was currently obsessed with so he could get her a birthday present. He absent-mindedly called his brother's house,in the middle of a workday, Marci, his sister-in-law, answered.
"Hello? Halpert residence, this is Marci speaking."
"Oh, hey Marci, it's Jim."
"Jim! It's so good to hear from you, you are coming to Vanessa's birthday party, right? It has been ages since we last saw you!"
"Yes. The reason I called was to check about what to get for her?"
"Good question. She is really enjoying her advanced art classes at school, so maybe some art supplies, you know colored pencils, nice pad of paper, or a painting set."
"Great, sounds good."
"Will you be bringing anyone along with you?"
"No, unless I meet someone in the next few days that could handle meeting my entire family so early."
"Alrighty then. Let me know if that happens. Good bye."
"See you Saturday. Bye!"
He hung up the phone and was immediately bombarded with questions from his desk mate, Dwight, all of which he ignored as he typed "art supply stores" into google, and found one fairly close to the office.
Jim had no work to do, so he decided to take an early lunch and get the birthday present shopping done. He took his coat from the coat rack and just left, his boss, Michael, would not notice, he did tell the receptionist, that he would be back in about an hour, just in case Michael did notice.
Inside the store he quickly found the section with colored pencils, but there were so many brands, and number of pencils, that he was immediately confused, he stood in the aisle, with a few options in his hands and staring at the wall, for almost 10 minutes when a sales associate walked up and asked, "Do you need some help?"
"Yes." He answered without shifting his gaze from the wall.
"Alright, why are you considering buying some colored pencils?"
"They are for my niece, she is turning 13 and a wonderfully talented artist, by my standards, I am no use when it comes to art and artistic projects."
"Okay, she will most likely appreciate a set with lots of colors and possibly watercolor, that's what I would have wanted at her age."
He broke his gaze from the wall, and noticed her name tag, Pamela, and nodded at her last comment.
"So, I'll take what you have, and find the perfect set." He handed her the sets he had been considering and set them on a shelf. She moved a little to the section of a nice brand and higher quantity, she picked up a set of 64 pencils and handed them to him.
"Would you like to buy paper, a paintbrush or any accessories, as well?"
"Ummm, whatever you think a blossoming artist would need." He trusted her to not sell him arbitrary items.
“OMG, whats happening? Who is “him” ??” Kelly rushed, “Something totally happened at work today! Spill it!”
“ Okay, fine. Do you see that tall guy with the sorta shaggy hair?” Kelly nods, “He came into the store today, and I think he is cute, but I didn’t really have a moment to say anything to him, except about what kind of pencils and paper to buy.” Pam sighed.
“You should totally go up to the bar and see if he notices it’s you.”
“The chances he noticed me the same way are so low. You really think that might work?”
“Totally, I mean what are the chances you guys go to the same bar, on the same night, you have to at least try!”
“I won’t stay there for too long.” Pam replied as she stood up to walk to the bar.
She ordered another drink and after about 5 minutes when she suddenly felt another presence at the bar, Kelly smiled really big and clapped her hands together, and Pam turned around and found James sitting one stool over.
“Could I get another white wine?”
“Well, weird coincidence running into you here, James.”
“I actually go by Jim, nice to see you again Pamela.”
“That does suit you better, and I really must have that nametag changed, I don’t particularly like my full name, I prefer Pam.”
They were interrupted by Angela ,” Jim,would you stop flirting, like you do with any girl that will look at you, I would like my water.”
“I am sorry Angela, here is your water, and an extra coaster.” She takes it from him and stiffly walks back to the group table.
“I’m sorry about her, she is just a bit judgemental.”
“Alright, a lot”
“Seems like quite the cast of characters for a paper company.”
“Trust me, one of the only things keeping me at this job is the antics that happen because of them. That’s not even all of them. It’s weirder and more fun when we are all together. I feel like I am one of the only rational ones there at times, even though I pull pranks on my desk mate.”
“Which one is that?”
“The one with the glasses and the parted bangs, sitting across from Angela. Get this he has a 60 acre beet farm, that he owns and runs with his cousin.”
“That is very interesting.”
“One of the most annoying people.”
"He looks like he deserves it" Pam thought, “None of my coworkers are that interesting, nothing interesting happens at North Eastern Pennsylvania Art Supplies.”
“Our boss holds an awards show annually, called the Dundies. Most of the Awards are extremely offensive.”
Hours, but what seemed like minutes for the two of them, later, Pam glanced at her watch.
“It’s already 11! I should get home.”
“I should too, I have a birthday party to be at tomorrow.”They exchanged phone numbers and goodbyes in the parking lot.
To: Pam Beesly
From: Jim Halpert
Vanessa really likes all the supplies you picked out. She was really excited when she saw the pencils were Prismacolor! I had no idea how important it is to have the right brand of pencils.
To: Jim Halpert
From: Pam Beesly
Of course it matters! I was not just going to recommend kiddy pencils because just because she’s a young artist. Anyway, are you enjoying spending the whole day with kids? :/
I actually happen to really like kids! I even babysit for one of my coworkers every once in awhile. And I love going to my niece and nephew’s t-ball games, recitals and plays.
All right then. I’ll stop distracting you now, keep having fun.
Later the same day
Well that was exhausting. V is now making as many thank you cards as possible for everyone she can think of.
As Jim looked up from his phone, Vanessa came bounding in, and asked,”What was the name of the person that helped you at the store?
“How do you know someone helped me?”
“Well, you don’t really know anything about art.”
“That is true, you are quite smart. Her name was Pam.”
“Awesome. Thanks!” Vanessa replied as she ran off.
That’s really sweet.
She is having fun. Anyway, I am having a BBQ at my house next weekend, do you want to come?
Sure. Just let me know the time and the place.
Pam arrived at Jim’s apartment around 7, even though he had told her it would start at 6:30, she didn’t want to be the first one there. She rung the doorbell and a man answered, and introduced himself as Jim’s roommate, Matt. She walked in, hung her jacket on the coatrack as instructed. She was shown the drink table, she poured herself a glass of wine and surveyed the few faces in the room, her eyes landing on Jim, he waved, ended the conversation he was having and walked over to Pam.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
“ Thank you. It is quite nice.”
“Hold on a second, I have something for you. Let me go get it, before I forget.”
Jim walked to the hallway and ducked into a room, a few seconds later he came back and handed her an envelope, with “Pam” carefully written in the middle.
“It’s from my niece.”
She carefully opened the envelope, pulled out a card with “Thank you!” written in careful calligraphy across the front, and plenty of artfully placed color. She opened the card and read what was inside:
I wanted to thank the person who helped my clueless uncle find the perfect gift
as soon as I opened it I knew he had to have had help. So thank you so much for respecting me as a young artist and instructing him to buy the perfect pencils, and
Pam was very impressed by the neat cursive writing from a 13 year old.
A man, that Pam recognized as Dwight from the night at the bar, interjected on their conversation.
“When is Michael getting here?”
“Any minute now.” Jim stated after quickly glancing at his watch.
Dwight walked away without noticing Pam.
“How did Vanessa know you would see me again?”
“I actually have no idea….Maybe she has some strong intuition.”
“She does seem like a smart and sophisticated person for a 13 year old. Well I don't want to hog you all night, go socialize with your other guests.”
“I see these people everyday, I want to talk to you.”
“Well at least introduce me to people so it doesn't seem like you just had this party so you could talk to me again.” Pam giggled.
“Well aren't you smart. You figured it out my plan.” Jim said jokingly, to not let on that she had in fact just joked about his plan.
Just then Dwight shouted “Surprise!” and Jim doubled over in giggles.
“I told him it was a surprise party for Michael.”
“Well this will make him upset.”
Dwight came up to Jim, this time he nodded at Pam, and said, “ This wasn't a surprise party for Michael!”
“No it wasn't. Anyway, this is Pam.”
Dwight shook her hand firmly. “Dwight K.Schrute, assistant regional manager of Dunder Mifflin Scranton, and Beet Farmer.”
“To the” Jim said. And Dwight walked away.
“Well that was Dwight, who else should you meet.”
“So you boinkin him?” A red-haired lady asked Pam
“Meredith, what was that? This is Pam.”
“Hey, it was a valid question.”
“Surprisingly I have friends outside of work.”
“Well it was a pleasure to meet you Meredith.” Meredith left to get another drink.
“You handled that with such grace.”
“One of my many good qualities.”
Jim saw Michael walking toward them, and he said, “ Here we go, my boss, big moment.”
“JIMBO, awesome party, and who is this pretty little lady?”
“ This is Pam.”
“Well, nice to meet you.” Michael said.
“ Nice to meet you to.”
Michael left to talk to (annoy) some other people.
“I am in awe.”
“How are you so good at this?”
“Retail. My personality?” She shrugged.
“I have to go grab some ice for the drinks, wait here.”
Jim left her standing in the living room by the window. She glanced out the window and gasped at what she saw, Dwight and Angela talking, then kissing. She looked away and composed herself. She looked around and noticed that Jim had been pulled into a conversation with a few people that she hadn't met yet, so she started to look around. She went down the hallway and found Jim’s room. It was semi-neat, a few pictures of family, and a basketball poster. She sat down in his desk chair, and looked at his small bookshelf. She spotted a yearbook, and thought to herself, “This will be gold”. She opened it and flipped through the pages, and she reached the page with Jim’s class pictures, immediately found his and giggled.
“Oh no. no,non no.”
Pam looked up in surprise, “Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I got overwhelmed by all the people and needed to just take a minute.” She said as she closed the yearbook and stood up.
“That’s totally fine. So you found out how dorky looking I was in High School.”
“You were cute, I mean you still are, but you haven't known dorky until you know what I was like in High School. I wore paint stained clothes everyday, and spent every lunch break in the art room, painting.”
“That’s not dorky, that’s dedication.”
Pam smiled and giggled, “I’m glad you think that.”
In that moment Jim knew that she was it, she was his destiny, she was the only one he could imagine having the house with a white picket fence with.
I am not really sure how I feel about this chapter. But I hope you enjoy it.
I also have a new short (about 3 pretty short chapters) thing written. As soon as I think of a good title I'll post it.
Another boring day at the office for Jim, yielded him to call Pam for lunch, he knew it was her day off. He dialed her number on his desk phone as usual, over the past few months he had memorized her number. The only drama in the office today was that the higher ups at corporate had found out about Michael and Jan’s, Michael’s boss, relationship, which would probably end up badly, but Jim did not care, to say the least. Pam answered the phone and agreed to come by, and they would go to lunch, she seemed excited to tell him something.
“Dunder Mifflin, this is Caitlyn, how can I help you? I’ll transfer you.”
Jim’s phone rang, he picked up.
“Hey, Jim, it’s David Wallace from Corporate.”
As soon as he said that, Michael came out of his office and started bugging Jim about why the CFO of the company was calling him.
“There will be an opening at corporate soon, and I suggested that you come interview, the rest of the hiring committee agreed. So would you be interested in interviewing?”
“Next Monday morning.”
“Works for me.”
“Alright, I’ll see you then. Bye Jim.”
“Bye David.” He hung up the phone and addressed Michael’s questions.
At the news that there was a job at corporate, Michael practically sprinted the 4 feet to his office while calling out, “Caitlyn, get David Wallace on the phone!”
“This won’t end well.” Jim thought.
Pam entered the office, and Jim immediately hopped up and greeted her, and they headed out.
They went to the normal place, Cooper’s. Ordered and then Jim mused, “What did you want to tell me?”
“Well, when we first met, I was applying to art school, I mean I only applied to Pratt, it’s something I have always wanted to do and my ex-fiance, never really supported me, because it meant that I would be living in New York for 2 years. That’s beside the point, the point is that I got in, and I’m pretty sure I am going to go.”
“That’s awesome!” Jim stood up to hug her in congratulations.
“The only thing left to do is go for an interview next week.”
“I have an interview at corporate, on Monday.”
“My interview is on Tuesday, you want to go together?”
“Sure. We could leave Sunday Morning so we could have a day in the city. I haven’t been to just see the city since middle school.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They ate their lunch and headed back to the office.
Jim hugged Pam goodbye and sat down at his desk, and was greeted with Michael, “Heya Jimbo, when you goin in for the interview?”
“My interview is Monday.”
“Hey, how about that, mine too! You wanna drive together, I could pick you up in the Sebring.”
“No thanks, I am heading up on Sunday with a friend.”
“A girlfriend? Why don’t you keep me updated on your love life Jim?”
“She is just a friend, and I think it would be inappropriate for me to keep you updated on my personal life.” Jim ended the conversation, and returned to making calls.
A little later on he headed back to the annex to HR, to talk to Toby about taking Tuesday off. He seemed to think it was fine and gave Jim a form to fill out. Back at his desk he texted Pam, asking her about a hotel, he suggested that he book two rooms, and she pay him back for it. He booked a reasonably priced hotel, not too far from Pratt and the Corporate office.
I have 4 or 5 more chapters planned.
As always thank you for reading.
Pam walked out of the building and spotted Jim sitting on a bench in the park across the street. She sat next to him, “Your note really helped me get through that. So thanks.”
“No problem. Let’s head to the car.”
About 10 minutes into the care ride Jim asked, “ So, I have been wondering how a very talented young artist, who was able to get into Pratt, got stuck as an employee at a midsized art supply store?”
“That’s a long story.”
“We have a 2.5 hour car ride, fill me in.”
“First you have to tell me about your most recent relationship.” She said hoping it would buy her some time.
“Other than a few unreciprocated flirtations from my co-worker, Karen, my last somewhat serious relationship was this handbag sales girl named Katie.”
That wasn't quite as much as she thought but, oh well.
“Okay, I think I have mentioned this once, but I was engaged for nearly 3 years to my high school sweetheart. And lets just say he is not the ambitious type. We both went to Scranton Community College while living at home for a year, then he proposed and we moved in together. We finished school and I got a job at the art supply store and he found work as a warehouse worker. We had been dating for almost 6 years at this point. Over the 3 years that we were engaged, I mentioned going to Pratt or some sort of art school a few times, his response was always something to the tune of ‘why bother you’ll just be my little housewife anyway?’ The last time I mentioned it, we had set a date, and it was two days away. I asked him again, because now that we are married financial aid would actually be better, and it would give him an excuse to visit New York City more often, and plus there was a 12 week break between sessions. He exploded, and I will never forget what he said to me, ‘Jesus Christ Pammy, would you just drop this hole art school program thing, and just be my damn wife? I need you to cook and clean. What kind of job an even get with that degree? You just end up at home with the kids anyway.’ I didn’t even say anything back, I just pulled the ring of my finger and slammed it on the counter, went to our room and packed a bag and left. That was 6 months ago.”
“Wow. Sounds like a total asshole, who didn’t deserve you at all. We are about halfway, pull into the next gas station and we’ll switch places.”
“I’ll fill, you run in and get some drinks.”
Jim jogged into the am/pm and found a grape soda and a coke, made his purchase and jogged back to the car.
Pam was still pumping the gas when he came back, so he stood with her.
She had taken note of the jogging and carefully flicked the top and sides of the can and opened it slowly.
Jim on the other hand just went for it. He cracked the lid, and there was grape soda everywhere.
“What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know” He looked at her with a grin
“You are such an idiot.”
She looked at him covered in grape soda, and thought, Kelly was right, I’m so smitten with him.
“ Hey come here, you know that note and you being able to handle what I just dumped on you, and that you still want to be friends with me..”
“Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you?” Jim asked as he inched closer.
"Lot's of people, but here's the thing, I want more than that with you."
"I do too."