[thetenspot] (20) this bed is on fire with passion and love
Ten Lives Pam Has Never Lived (And Some She Could Have Lived Too)
1. June 10th, she marries Roy. Kevin and his band play only songs by The Police at her wedding and everything goes exactly as she planned. Except the days before, ever since Casino Night, having repeated dreams about Jim walking in and protesting as the minister says Speak now or forever hold your peace.
He doesn't actually do that. Jim is off on his vacation and it's weird that she thinks he should be here at the ceremony, right? With the events of Casino Night and how he kissed her, it's a good thing that he's not, but god, she really wants him here with her. Best friends should be present at weddings, even if you're not marrying them.
2. She wasn't sure what made her talk to Jan in the first place about that open secretarial position in Stamford. It's not in Scranton and Michael is just going to show some face like a pouty disgruntle child. not to mention Jim and Roy, but she needs a change in scenery.
She's had the same exact thing every single day for the last three days and she just needs a change.
3. The graphic design internship in New York is the best thing that ever happened to her. Pam isn't sure what really got into her, telling Roy that she didn't think it was a dumb idea and driving down each weekend to take these classes, but she's starting to like what Jim refers to as the "Fancy New Beesly."
It makes her feel proud as if she could do anything.
"Maybe," she tells Jim, "one day, I won't even be here at Dunder-Mifflin. You'd have to go back to being a solo artist for Punk'd-ing Dwight."
"Is Punk'd-ing an actual word, Pam?" He grins into his coffee and shakes his head. "That's a depressing thought. Was I actually encouraging that? I take it back, this whole art internship was a horrible idea."
"Uh-huh," she replies, smiling and spooning some mixed berry flavored yogurt into her mouth. She laughs at the grin on his face with a spoon in between her lips.
4. Pam likes to think a lot about what her life would have been life now if she hadn't done all the things she had in college, starting with following through and getting an actual art degree, not to mention the thought of how entirely different her life would be had she not broken up with Roy. She teaches high school art and sometimes it's so overwhelming but she absolutely loves it. If she wasn't doing this, she thinks she might be engaged to Roy and in some dead end job, but luckily she doesn't have to deal with that.
She just has to deal with calling their paper provider because of some freak accident with the kiln and their paper nearly burning up her classroom. It's ironic that she's calling to get even more clearly dangerous paper.
"I'm just trying to find the serial number for you," she says into the mouth piece of the phone. She's talking to some guy named Jim Halpert.
She can almost hear the smile on the other side of the phone and she nearly drops the phone. "Your students go through a lot of paper, huh?" The male voice asks.
She shakes her head, smiling back and looking through receipt slips for the paper order. "Actually, it's a weird story."
"Yeah?" he asks.
"The kiln started the fire, I suppose it had a grudge against your paper."
"Wow, so you're feeding it more?"
"Oh yeah," Pam says, "or I'm just attempting to burn down the school."
"You're a rebel, Mrs. Beesly. Are you sure you're not some fourteen year old prank ordering paper?"
"Miss," she corrects, grinning. "And do you get a lot of fourteen year olds that prank order paper supply?"
"You'd be surprised," he laughs.
"I'm suddenly so glad I don't have your job."
"Burn," Jim replies and laughs, but he doesn't sound offended.
She rolls her eyes amused, "You're so offended. So, what's it like being a sales manager?"
"Surprisingly entertaining."
"See, now I'm just totally bummed I'm not a secretary or something," Pam replies, pulling out the slip. "Ah, here it is," she announces. "JR-3D4570, the deadliest paper there is."
"You know," Jim starts, "some people here would take that as a come on."
"Are you flirting with me?" Pam asks, amused.
He laughs. "God, no. You could be seventy or something for all I know."
"First I was fourteen and now I'm seventy. I feel talented."
"You could be a guy."
"There's only one way to know for sure."
Jim laughs harder and she loves the sound. "You're already proposing taking off your pants? Maybe I should have been a sex phone operator."
"Now I just think you're a guy."
"You know, it's odd to deliver the paper in person, right?" he asks and she feels the smile spreading on her face.
"That's okay," she says. "I'll consider it an apology in person for the dispute between the kiln and your paper."
5. "I, um," Pam starts, looking wide eyed at Michael Scott half way through the interview. "I'm not sure this is the place for me."
6. Pam pulls her sleeves over her wrists, preventing the pencil shading from staining her palms. She glances back up at the football field from the bleachers and then back at her piece of paper. There are lines that form images of objects that are supposed to be real, but she's not really that good at this.
She glances up as someone blocks the light from the sun and in her way is Roy Anderson who's a complete jock and just one of those guys on the football team.
"Hey, you're that art chick, right?" he asks.
And she kind of nods, reluctantly and unsure. The pencil and the pad of paper should be obvious. "Pam," she says softly, looking back at the lines of the page.
"I, uh," Roy starts again and Pam has to look up from her paper to him again. She wonders why he's still talking to her. "I really like your art. It's the prettiest art I've seen."
"I'm a lesbian," she replies, deadpanned.
7. "Let's just have two kids. I think two is a good number," Mrs. Beesly commented. "Besides, any more and we'd have a real handful."
8. Dialing her access code into the phone at her desk, she cradles the phone between her cheek and her shoulder waiting for the pick up click.
"Treble this is Receptionist," her eyes flash between Dwight and Angela and then back to the note in code on her desk. Jim is leaving for Stamford. She can still feel his lips on hers and this was definitely not part of the job. "We have a situation," Pam says. "The Tuna is being packaged in another branch. How should I proceed?"
A voice clears on the other line. "No, worries Receptionist," Andy, her partnered spy, says. "I'll deal with the fallout. Keep your position. He'll be back."
She sighs in relief.
9. "I'm in love with you too," Pam says one day over a mug of coffee, her voice caught in her throat straining for a full minute before she's able to say the words to him. Her heart feels like it's pounding out of her chest and she knows it's not going to lead them anywhere good, but she gets it. For once she really gets where Jim was.
Jim seems stunned that she's actually come out with the words and he stares at her for a minute. "I'm with Karen, Pam," he says.
She nods and looks into her cup, her cheeks feeling hot. "I-I know, Jim."
He puts his mug down by the sink and Pam still won't look at him, afraid of what might come by meeting his eyes. Closing the space between them, he kisses her forehead firmly and leaves the break room.
They never really did have the timing right.
10. "Man, that was a great party," Roy says, too loudly in the back seat as Jim drives the car. Karen and she are in the back and Karen is trying to fix the position of her crown - After all she just won Stamford's Beauty Pageant.
"Now that we're done high school we can do that every night, right, man?" Roy punches Jim's arm, spilling his bottle of whiskey into Jim lap.
"Great, dude, great," Jim says, looking down to wipe the mess. Pam is just glad they're graduates.
They hit something. No, from the look on the dent of the bumper it's someone that they hit.
"Is this a fisherman boot?" Pam asks, timidly, lightly tapping it with her foot. Sure enough, a few feet down the road is the owner of said boot - dead. It's not like she really encourages it, but what else are they going to do? She and Karen watch Roy and Jim dispose of the body in the lake.
A year later, she gets a letter and in bright red lettering it reads, "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER."
Fuck, this can't go well.
Muse: Pam Beesly
Fandom: The Office
Word Count: 1956
1. June 10th, she marries Roy. Kevin and his band play only songs by The Police at her wedding and everything goes exactly as she planned. Except the days before, ever since Casino Night, having repeated dreams about Jim walking in and protesting as the minister says Speak now or forever hold your peace.
He doesn't actually do that. Jim is off on his vacation and it's weird that she thinks he should be here at the ceremony, right? With the events of Casino Night and how he kissed her, it's a good thing that he's not, but god, she really wants him here with her. Best friends should be present at weddings, even if you're not marrying them.
2. She wasn't sure what made her talk to Jan in the first place about that open secretarial position in Stamford. It's not in Scranton and Michael is just going to show some face like a pouty disgruntle child. not to mention Jim and Roy, but she needs a change in scenery.
She's had the same exact thing every single day for the last three days and she just needs a change.
3. The graphic design internship in New York is the best thing that ever happened to her. Pam isn't sure what really got into her, telling Roy that she didn't think it was a dumb idea and driving down each weekend to take these classes, but she's starting to like what Jim refers to as the "Fancy New Beesly."
It makes her feel proud as if she could do anything.
"Maybe," she tells Jim, "one day, I won't even be here at Dunder-Mifflin. You'd have to go back to being a solo artist for Punk'd-ing Dwight."
"Is Punk'd-ing an actual word, Pam?" He grins into his coffee and shakes his head. "That's a depressing thought. Was I actually encouraging that? I take it back, this whole art internship was a horrible idea."
"Uh-huh," she replies, smiling and spooning some mixed berry flavored yogurt into her mouth. She laughs at the grin on his face with a spoon in between her lips.
4. Pam likes to think a lot about what her life would have been life now if she hadn't done all the things she had in college, starting with following through and getting an actual art degree, not to mention the thought of how entirely different her life would be had she not broken up with Roy. She teaches high school art and sometimes it's so overwhelming but she absolutely loves it. If she wasn't doing this, she thinks she might be engaged to Roy and in some dead end job, but luckily she doesn't have to deal with that.
She just has to deal with calling their paper provider because of some freak accident with the kiln and their paper nearly burning up her classroom. It's ironic that she's calling to get even more clearly dangerous paper.
"I'm just trying to find the serial number for you," she says into the mouth piece of the phone. She's talking to some guy named Jim Halpert.
She can almost hear the smile on the other side of the phone and she nearly drops the phone. "Your students go through a lot of paper, huh?" The male voice asks.
She shakes her head, smiling back and looking through receipt slips for the paper order. "Actually, it's a weird story."
"Yeah?" he asks.
"The kiln started the fire, I suppose it had a grudge against your paper."
"Wow, so you're feeding it more?"
"Oh yeah," Pam says, "or I'm just attempting to burn down the school."
"You're a rebel, Mrs. Beesly. Are you sure you're not some fourteen year old prank ordering paper?"
"Miss," she corrects, grinning. "And do you get a lot of fourteen year olds that prank order paper supply?"
"You'd be surprised," he laughs.
"I'm suddenly so glad I don't have your job."
"Burn," Jim replies and laughs, but he doesn't sound offended.
She rolls her eyes amused, "You're so offended. So, what's it like being a sales manager?"
"Surprisingly entertaining."
"See, now I'm just totally bummed I'm not a secretary or something," Pam replies, pulling out the slip. "Ah, here it is," she announces. "JR-3D4570, the deadliest paper there is."
"You know," Jim starts, "some people here would take that as a come on."
"Are you flirting with me?" Pam asks, amused.
He laughs. "God, no. You could be seventy or something for all I know."
"First I was fourteen and now I'm seventy. I feel talented."
"You could be a guy."
"There's only one way to know for sure."
Jim laughs harder and she loves the sound. "You're already proposing taking off your pants? Maybe I should have been a sex phone operator."
"Now I just think you're a guy."
"You know, it's odd to deliver the paper in person, right?" he asks and she feels the smile spreading on her face.
"That's okay," she says. "I'll consider it an apology in person for the dispute between the kiln and your paper."
5. "I, um," Pam starts, looking wide eyed at Michael Scott half way through the interview. "I'm not sure this is the place for me."
6. Pam pulls her sleeves over her wrists, preventing the pencil shading from staining her palms. She glances back up at the football field from the bleachers and then back at her piece of paper. There are lines that form images of objects that are supposed to be real, but she's not really that good at this.
She glances up as someone blocks the light from the sun and in her way is Roy Anderson who's a complete jock and just one of those guys on the football team.
"Hey, you're that art chick, right?" he asks.
And she kind of nods, reluctantly and unsure. The pencil and the pad of paper should be obvious. "Pam," she says softly, looking back at the lines of the page.
"I, uh," Roy starts again and Pam has to look up from her paper to him again. She wonders why he's still talking to her. "I really like your art. It's the prettiest art I've seen."
"I'm a lesbian," she replies, deadpanned.
7. "Let's just have two kids. I think two is a good number," Mrs. Beesly commented. "Besides, any more and we'd have a real handful."
8. Dialing her access code into the phone at her desk, she cradles the phone between her cheek and her shoulder waiting for the pick up click.
"Treble this is Receptionist," her eyes flash between Dwight and Angela and then back to the note in code on her desk. Jim is leaving for Stamford. She can still feel his lips on hers and this was definitely not part of the job. "We have a situation," Pam says. "The Tuna is being packaged in another branch. How should I proceed?"
A voice clears on the other line. "No, worries Receptionist," Andy, her partnered spy, says. "I'll deal with the fallout. Keep your position. He'll be back."
She sighs in relief.
9. "I'm in love with you too," Pam says one day over a mug of coffee, her voice caught in her throat straining for a full minute before she's able to say the words to him. Her heart feels like it's pounding out of her chest and she knows it's not going to lead them anywhere good, but she gets it. For once she really gets where Jim was.
Jim seems stunned that she's actually come out with the words and he stares at her for a minute. "I'm with Karen, Pam," he says.
She nods and looks into her cup, her cheeks feeling hot. "I-I know, Jim."
He puts his mug down by the sink and Pam still won't look at him, afraid of what might come by meeting his eyes. Closing the space between them, he kisses her forehead firmly and leaves the break room.
They never really did have the timing right.
10. "Man, that was a great party," Roy says, too loudly in the back seat as Jim drives the car. Karen and she are in the back and Karen is trying to fix the position of her crown - After all she just won Stamford's Beauty Pageant.
"Now that we're done high school we can do that every night, right, man?" Roy punches Jim's arm, spilling his bottle of whiskey into Jim lap.
"Great, dude, great," Jim says, looking down to wipe the mess. Pam is just glad they're graduates.
They hit something. No, from the look on the dent of the bumper it's someone that they hit.
"Is this a fisherman boot?" Pam asks, timidly, lightly tapping it with her foot. Sure enough, a few feet down the road is the owner of said boot - dead. It's not like she really encourages it, but what else are they going to do? She and Karen watch Roy and Jim dispose of the body in the lake.
A year later, she gets a letter and in bright red lettering it reads, "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER."
Fuck, this can't go well.
Muse: Pam Beesly
Fandom: The Office
Word Count: 1956