Interlude I
"Let's stop pretending like we know what we're doing!"
I huff and catch a look at my appearance from the glare of the blank TV screen. I had flyaway hairs crowning my face, my mouth tugged back in an angry grimace, and still dirty from paintball.
The air between Jim and I had stiffened--it was a silent demand for me to speak, as I haven't so much as yelled at my angry roommate. I couldn't. I couldn't yell at my best friend, though he was so loud when he shouted.
I face him again and see he's shaking. Very slightly, head to toe, with a clenched jaw. I throw my hands up in defeat and sigh, staring him right in the eye, "What do you want, Jim?"
He hesitates and speaks very softly that I must stop and rethink what he said...
"I love you."
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The Scranton Branch
Fanfiction"I used to impress Michael with paper puns. Now...now it's just depressing knowing how much I know about paper." --- Jim Halpert is in love with the receptionist...and his roommate. But why would you risk losing a best friend when you could lose it...
