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||[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.
He smiled and kissed her back.
Jim hadn't imagined he would ever be this happy with her.
"I should go..." although he didn't sound at all like he was ready to leave.
Pam squeezed him tight. "I know, I know, it is getting late," she replied. Then, she put her lips against his ear and whispered, "But, I really wish you could stay."
She let go of him reluctantly, and turned back to the brownies, closing the container tightly. "You better give me back my tupperware," she said with mock dispproval.
"Maybe." he said teasingly, playfully snatching the container from her. He kissed her cheek and backed away.
After he'd put his shoes back on, he pulled open the door and cast one last smile in her direction.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Jim called to her before hurrying out and shutting the door behind him
This was definitely not a bad day.
She laughed, and then ran to the door. Opening it, she yelled at his retreating figure.
"Don't eat brownies and drive!" she laughed. Pam waved at his car until he was out of sight.
She locked the door, then leaned her back against the frame, sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor. Shaking her head in disbelief, she mulled over the events of the night, and touched her lips with her fingertips.
She could still feel him, and she smiled.