|Where to from here?
||[May. 19th, 2007|06:44 pm]
Dunder-Mifflin Scranton (An Office RP)
Jim stood nervously outside Pam's door. Even though he had told her that he was coming, he still did not want to have come at the right time. Tonight was definitely going to be important. The day had already been very eventful and they hadn't even done all that much around the office.
Still, he was debating whether or not to knock. He could just turn around and run away. And when he saw her again at work, he would just make up some story about how he had not been feeling well and that he hadn't gotten a chance to call her before he passed out.
But that might hurt her feelings. She might suspect that he'd left on purpose or that he wasn't at all interested in being friends with her again. That was certainly not the case. He just didn't want to mess everything up this time. He wanted it to work. He wanted for them to be friends again.
He also wanted to fix whatever mess he'd made between him and Karen, but that was another battle.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. There was no going back now.
Pam's grip on her purse tightened. Karen. Called.
It was then she realized that either way, she was going to lose, and lose big tonight. She could say, We're just two friends hanging out, going out to dinner...what's so wrong about that? But, then he would think that her feelings for him were gone. Or, she could tell him the truth, Hey, I know you have a girlfriend now, but I'm still in love with you. And then, surely, he'd throw her out of the car.
She caught herself holding her breath, and let it out; it sounded like a muffled sob. Why did this have to be so hard? Waves of sadness and anger washed over her, and she wished that she had told him she was sick, and had stayed home. She wanted to burst into tears, hit things, but right now she was stuck in Jim's car, and he was very nervous.
She turned to him. "Well, you should just call her back," she replied, her voice chilled. "Tell her what's going on."
Jim shook his head. "Not right now. I'll call her later."
Calling Karen right now would be about the worst choice that he could make. He could not call her when he was going to dinner with another girl, whether or not that girl was just his friend.
"I already told her nothing's going on..." he said, letting his voice trail off. He shrugged, not at all sure where he was going with this.
"Hey," he said, noticing that she looked a little sick. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"