The Office | Jim and Pam Oneshots

436 Days

I remember the first time you kissed me.

It wasn't a declaration of love or a super romantic thing, maybe it should've been because I know you like those things and I always told myself i'd do anything for you, but it really was just a simple kiss on my 436th day.

We laid in my bed fully clothed shortly after you broke up with Roy. And I wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful under the dark light shown through my window.

But I didn't.

Instead we just laid on my worn out covers and you laughed at me when you found my comic books and that old lego set I refused to get rid of.

"Such a dork."

And I probably should've been offended, or pretended to be offended, but I just smiled because I recently found out that you were the only thing worth smiling for.

I let you look through my CD's of old rock bands and I remember you laughed as you looked through each case. You made fun of my music taste, when really I should've made fun of yours because you have a weird obsession with Brittney Spears's downfall.

You said, "Burn me a mix." It was a simple request, but it made me fall in love with you that much more.

I wondered if you were a professional thief, because by then you had stolen my heart so many times.

You said something about Michael that made me chuckle, "He keeps comparing himself to McDreamy."

"I guess that makes Dwight McSteamy."

You laughed and I wanted to close my eyes and just swallow your giggles. But my mind kept thinking about my desk.

Because at work I scratched in tally marks into my desk to mark the days I've been stuck in this dead end job. And I had made it 436 days before you kissed me. I lived 436 days without knowing what you tasted like.

I had then thought about making a move. But you kept staring at me and I simply could not function. I really just couldn't move.

So I let my lips move instead, "I think about kissing you sometimes." You did nothing but smile that Beesly smile and turned your head to face my ceilings.

I probably should've kept my mouth shut but instead I said, "I thought about kissing you yesterday and I thought about kissing you today."

You smiled and closed your eyes but all I could think was, 'I can't do 437 days.'

So when you looked back at me under the glow of the moon and my dirty shades I said, "I'll probably think about kissing you tomorrow."

You didn't react. I just remember closing my eyes because I thought I had scared you off.

But then you kissed me. And it was midnight and we were tired but you didn't stop kissing me. And I could not breathe because you were so soft and so good and so so perfect. So goddamn perfect.

You kissed me.

And suddenly 436 days hadn't seemed like a lot.