𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ; the office imagines

lonely *:･ﾟ✧ jim halpert

*the gifs aren't working rn so bear with me lol ok*

song- f*ck, i'm lonely by lauv ft. anne-marie | put on repeat

jim's pov:

she was only a few feet away from me, and yet it seemed like she was farther away from me than that. 

i wanted to be closer to her at times. not in a friendly way, but more than a friendly way.

i was crazy about her.

it's the little things that matter, too. like the way she would answer the phone, type on the keyboard of her desktop computer, or even the way she'd half heartedly smile at me from her desk, which was only four feet away from mine.

i felt like i was going insane.

and she happened to be one of my best friends at the office, too. the two of us got through the long day together, like it was a battle we conquered in a way.

to tuning out or making fun of michael's delusional antics and even pulling mischievous pranks on dwight, i would say it was a fun battle to conquer every week day with her.

"dunder mifflin, this is y/n." she answered the phone.

her voice was sweet and her laugh was even sweeter. 

what am i thinking, right now? she's too perfect and-

"jimbo, my man! how's sales, brother?" michael appeared out of the blue.

i played off my daydreaming with a fake smile of ressurance.

"it's great, i guess."

"you guess?" dwight stopped typing to butt in our conversation. "a real man would be exactly sure, and not guess." he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"dwight, now is not a time for you to act like you're smart, because you're not." michael replied, rolling his eyes.

"but michael, i am smarter than jim. like come on, people! it's so obvious that a person with untamed hair and no desire to even work is not as smart as me."

"and exactly how did you come up with that?" i questioned him. i could hear a giggle coming from y/n, causing me to smile a bit.

"jim's right, only because he's ma right hand man and ma number two." michael said in a funny voice, which wasn't very surprising.

"i thought i was your number two? i am assistant regional manager."

"assistant to the regional manager, dwight," michael shook his head, walking back into his office and slamming the door shut behind him.

dwight gave me a sour look, and continued to type once again.

after awhile, i looked up from my computer screen and onto y/n, who was busy writing down "important" dates on the office calendar.

i waltzed right over to her desk, taking a jellybean out of its case.

"enjoying your jellybean, halpert?" she said without looking up from her writing.

"no, i got watermelon, and artificially flavored watermelon products are just plain out gross." i answered, a distasteful look now on my face.

"sucks to be you, huh? watermelon flavored candies are disgusting and i plan to stay far away near them."

"but what if it was the last resource on earth, and nothing else?"

y/n looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, and her face softened up as she put her pen down.

"so, what are you doing tonight?" i asked as i let my elbows rest on the counter of her receptionist desk.

"oh, i don't know. i'll probably just order chinese or something." her eyes fixated on the clock. we only had twenty minutes left before we can all go home.

"well, me and the guys were planning on getting drinks at poor richard's and i was wondering-"

"hey, babe." the last person i wanted to see walked in greeting y/n.

"hey roy." she grinned before she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

my heart sank every time their lips touched, because i wish that was me.

there was nothing i could do, but i would always love her the way she didn't love me.

and that's okay.

but, fuck am i lonely.