Step 1
Jim walks in the office, jacket in hand. He walks towards the coat rack, and idles there. Pam is typing something on her computer absentmindedly.
"You're late." She says, not looking up at him. He taps the reception desk as he walks away. He looks back and she's looking at him but looks away immediately when noticed. He sits down.
"You're late." Dwight says.
"Really?" Jim asks sarcastically. "You're not going to report me, are you?"
Dwight, when challenged, answers like a leaping leopard. He stands up, walking towards Michael's office.
"Dwight, your mom's on the phone." Pam says. Dwight, undecided, looks towards Michael's office and back to Pam.
"Well?” She asks.
Dwight goes back to his desk.
"Hello? Hello?" He looks up at Pam. "Mom, when did you get a phone? Hello? Pam, there is no one on the line.” He sees Pam smiling .
"How long did you keep her on hold?" He asks, almost shouting.
"I have a lot of responsibilities Dwight, I can't keep track of every single call."
"But, that's your job." Dwight says, confused.
Step 2
Jim walks up to her desk. She looks up at him.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi."
"How are you today?"
"Good. How about you?"
"I feel great, best shape of my life."
"Really?" She asks.
"Well you can't really tell, cause you know, I have my shirt on."
The phone rings. Twice.
"Excuses, excuses." She says, picking up the phone.
"Dunder Mifflin this is Pam." She answers in a monotone voice. He starts walking towards his desk when she stops her conversation.
"Bye Jim."
"Bye Pam. I'll see you, I'll talk to you later."
"I won't forget. "
"About?"
"About what you just told me."
He smiles.
"Okay." He says, walking towards his chair, sitting down.
Step 3
"Hey Pam." Jim says as he walks in. He stares at Pam.
"You look," A slight pause, "different."
"Different?" She asks, a puzzled look in her face.
“Yes, different."
"Different good or different bad?"
"Just, different."
"Oh,"
"I can't put my finger on it?"
"Really?"
"Yes." A pause. "Different in a good way." He finally says, before going back to his desk.
"Jim." She says, he then turns around. She is about to say something, when she notices the camera.
"You don't look too bad yourself."
Jim is smiling as he sits down at his desk.
Step 4
Jim is sitting at his desk, typing something.
Pam walks over towards him, sitting down besides him.
"Hey Jim"
“Hi Pam."
"So I was thinking."
"Well sound the alarm, Pam is thinking." Dwight interrupts.
"What?" Jim asks, looking at Dwight.
"I was just using sarcasm as a weapon, it's my new tactic."
“Really, is it?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"So Jim can you help me with something?" Pam asks, ignoring Dwight.
"Sure, what's up?"
"At my desk." She motions with her head.
"Oh, okay." She gets up and he follows her.
"So like I said earlier I was thinking."
"That's good," he says, smiling.
"Shut up." She tries to be serious, but she can't. She pauses before controlling herself.
"Do you think we can convince Dwight that he is on the list, like on that show Heroes."
Jim looks over at Dwight.
"It never hurts to try."
Step 5
Jim is standing in front of Pam's desk.
"You ready Beesly?" he asks.
A loud noise comes from her computer.
"Give me one second." She says. He walks around to her chair, standing behind her.
"What are you doing?” He asks.
"I found this awesome game, it's like, totally awesome."
"Like, totally?"
He gets closer to her, putting his right hand on her shoulder, she turns her head slightly, but her attention remains focused on the monitor.
"Do you want to try it?"
"Do you mind?" She gets up for her chair.
“Be my guest." She tells him.
He sits down. She leans in from his right side to press the mouse key to begin the game.
"Okay what do I?” Another noise comes from the computer.
"What happened?" He asks, looking up at her.
"You died."
“That doesn't seem, fair."
"Try it again." He does, she leans closer, her arms rested on his shoulder, pointing with her right hand where she thinks he should shoot. He dies again. “You have to avoid those falling thingies."
"Really?" He asks sarcastically.
Step 6
Jim walks in the door, Pam is sitting at her desk.
“Hi Pam,” he says, standing in front of her.
“Hey, how are you?” She looks up at him.
“Good.” He pauses, “not bad.”
“Excellent." She says.
"Yes, it is good."
She smiles.
"Oh my god, have I told you?" She says enthusiastically.
"Told me what?"
"About the thing?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Oh my god, come here." She motions with her hands for him to come closer and he leans in.
"What?" he says, placing his hands on the counter.
She leans in closer to him, and whispers something in his ear.
"No way." He says, stepping back.
She shakes her head, as if saying, yes way.
"Yeah. Totally. Isn't it great."
"I am really proud of you. Awesome. You've just made my day." He tells her as he walks to his desk. He looks back at her and she is still smiling.
Step 7
"Good morning Pam."
"You don't look so good." She tells him as soon as he walks through the door.
"Gee, thanks Pam." A beat. " I was just going to complement the way you looked."
“Really? Well, you still can." She says.
"You on the other hand, look," he glances at the camera, "Great."
"Thank you. What, what happened?" She asks looking at him.
"I just played basketball yesterday. It's killing me. I think I'm getting old.”
"I think you look great." She says, looking him up and down, making sure he is in fact okay.
"Thank you."
"What can I do to help"
"Full body massage would be nice." He says, smiling. She laughs.
"I'll rub your back if you want. I'm taking physical therapy as an elective."
"What? Are you really?"
She smiles. "No, but come here so I can rub your back."
"How can I get in on that?" Michael asks, coming out of nowhere.
"It was a joke." She tells Michael. Michael smiles, looks at the camera and walks away.
Pam has a disgusted look on her face.
Step 8
Jim is about to leave.
"Bye Pam."
"Bye Jim." He walks to the door.
"Hey Jim." He turns around.
"Yeah?"
"You playing basketball today?"
"Uh no, actually, not for a while. Why?"
"Oh no, it's just, if you were playing I'd like to get in on it. You know?"
"Well, I have a basket in my backyard I just installed."
"Really?"
“Yeah, come on. Let's go."
"Okay." She gets up, and follows him towards the exit.
"I'm tired.” He says.
"Yeah, me too."
"So, by how much did I win?"
"I thought we weren't keeping score."
"That's loser talk." He tells her. "Come on, let's go inside." He leads her in the house.
"Rub my feet." She says. She's sitting next to him on the couch.
"What?” he asks, confused.
"I want you to rub my feet. I won and that is my reward."
She lies down and props up her feet.
"But you didn't win."
Step 9
"Okay, I'm going to do it, but for the record, let it be know that I think this is a bad idea, and really, icky."
"Shut up and just do it." She tells him, smiling.
"Oh my god, your feet smell."
"They do not, I just washed them like two seconds ago."
"So that's why you were in the bathroom so long?"
"Yes" A beat. "What did you think I was doing?"
"No, I didn't, I don't know."
"I hear you talking but I don't hear you rubbing my feet."
He grabs her right foot, propping her left one up against his chest. He massages slowly, moving his way up towards her toes. With her left foot, she kicks him in the stomach.
"No tickling." She says between laughs.
"What's that, you want me to tickle you?"
"No, I said no tickling." She screams as he comes over her. She smiles and attempts to fight but she really doesn't. He grabs her from the side and begins tickling her. She squirms from side to side, but he doesn't let up.
He stops and he is on top of her and she's breathing heavily and so is he. He has a grin on his face and she can't laugh anymore, an exhausted look on her face. Her breath is on his face. It slows down but he can feel her heart beat quicken. He brings his lips close to hers and so does she. They kiss.
Step 10
"Take it slow" She says.
She tells him to take it slow.
He grabs her by the hips, she smiles. She gasps when he kisses her neck.
"Come closer." She tells him.
He moves forward and puts his hands on her back, he can feel her under him, he can feel her chest on his, and he can feel it rising and falling.
"Take it slow." She tells him again.
And he wants to but his hand is already sliding down and he grabs her from behind and she jumps forward. He hugs her and brings her closer to him. He kiss her lightly on the forehead and he moves his hands up to her waist. He moves his hands towards her shoulders and pushes her back so he can see her fully and she is naked in front of him and her nipples are erect and so is he. Her chest is falling and rising hypnotically. She is blushing. He kneels down in front of her and grabs her by the waist, looking up at her.
"I'm ready." She tells him. So is he, he's been ready for a long time.
Step 11
"We are gathered here today...'" the priest says, standing there in his robes which say in the wind.
Jim holds her hand and lifts her veil and looks into her eyes and she smiles. He looks behind him and her family is there and his family is there. And Michael is there. He nods to him and he nods back and smiles. Jan is there and she is holding Michaels hand. He looks scared.
"I do." Pam says.
And before the priest finishes he is kissing her and has his hands around her waist. They walk through the crowds smiling and get in the car.
They drive away, and everyone is waving at them and they wave back and then they're gone. They are quiet for a long time and the ride is smooth and finally he holds her hand and looks at her and smiles.
"I love you." he says.
"I love you too." She answers.
Step 12
"What about Michael?"
She gasps.
"No son of mine will ever be called Michael."
"Right, I'm sorry, that wasn't funny. At all."
"Please, don't joke about things like that."
"You're right, my mistake. I'm sorry."
He walks towards her and grabs her belly and kneels and kisses it and stands up and kisses her and hugs her.
The sound of a child crying breaks their moment.
They walk up to the bed.
“You woke her up." She tells him.
"No, I think you woke her up."
"Shut up." She says, smiling.
"Are you talking to me or her?"
"Both." The little girl listens to her mother's voice and quiets down immediately.
"You heard angry mom." He says to the little girl, and he picks her up.
"Now who wants dinner?" Pam says.
“I do.” Jim says, raising his hand.
'"I do, I do." The little girl say, mocking her dad, a wide smile on her face.
The end.
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