The sales team// J.H

0.6

"Hey," I mumbled, plopping down into my seat.

Jim smiled.

"Hey, fella." He greeted, reaching over to mess my hair up. I pushed my chair back and his arm ended up falling on his pencil cup and him poking himself.

I burst out laughing, spinning in my chair, but then quickly stopped, rushing to his aid since he winced.

I realized his arm was bleeding and quickly stood up, ushering him out of his chair. I grabbed a random piece of paper, putting pressure on it as I rushed him to the men's bathroom.

"Hey!"

I mumbled profanity's on the way there. Jim was just laughing.

"Why are you laughing, you moose? You could've popped a vain or something?" I asked, patting the sink. Jim hopped up onto the counter as I moved in between his legs to get the first aid kit.

"Just the fact that you love me." He said, holding the paper to his arm. I shot up, the kit almost falling out of my grip.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, removing the paper. Jim lifted his hand up, waving it around. I scolded him, forcing him to put it down.

"Only the fact you almost had a panic attack because I stabbed myself in the arm." He said, bursting out laughing again.

I blushed a little, I couldn't help it.

"Well, you're my best friend so, I kinda have to really care," I said. I looked up at him, with pleading eyes.

Jim nodded, chuckling a little. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, only taking half of it off.

"Slow down, we haven't even gone on our first date," Jim said, giggling.

I got a little distracted by the muscles forming on his arm, but then quickly realized Jim could've probably bled to death.

"How deep did it go?" I asked, examining the wound. Jim giggles a little before our heads shot to the side as the door swung open.

"That's what she said."

•••

Well, I ended up taking Jim to the hospital because surprisingly he was losing blood.

But they said he only needed a few stitches and no working hard for a week. And also, guess who had to be the babysitter? Yeah, me. Mark moved out of the state so that's great. hint the sarcasm. But it really actually kinda is great.

I parked in the driveway, sighing as I got down. Jim was drugged because they had put him to sleep for the stitches. I don't really know why because it was just 4 stitches.

So Jim was pretty drugged. I'd never been to Jim's house until the cookout but that was over... 2 months ago so I didn't know where the spare key was.

"Hey, Jim, where do you hide your spare key?" I asked Jim, picking up the mat. Since there was nothing there I moved over to the rocks, seeing if it was in a pill bottle under a rock or something.

Suddenly, I heard a loud crash behind me. I stood up straight, a little startled but then quickly ran towards Jim.

"Tada!"

Jim had punched his window, which of course made it break. I started yelling at him, Jim only looking at me with an amused face. Which, in fact, made me angrier.

"Jim, what the hell is wrong with you?! Now someone can break into your house and kill you in your sleep!" I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"Why do I feel like you would be the person to kill me in my sleep?" He asked, a fearful look on his face.

I giggled a little but then groaned. I can never be serious with this dude I swear.

"I'm calling Dwight. If anything, he'll know how to fix a broken window with his weird-ass." I pulled out my phone, dialing his number. At the second beep, he answered.

"Dwight k. Shrute. Assistant regional manager speaking." He said into the phone.

"Assistant to the regional manager." I corrected, annoying Dwight.

"What do you want, Sydnie?"

"Well, Kurt, Jim broke his window and we need you to come to fix it," I explained, keeping a close eye on Jim.

"Now, why should I help you?" He questioned, I could imagine him leaning back in his chair. With a determined look on this face.

"Because I know how to poison everything on your farm, including your beets. And I also know where it is." I lied, my voice sounding threating.

"How do I know that?" He questioned.

"I guess you'll just have to see," I said, squinting my eyes.

"Be there in 10."

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Dwight had ended up fixing the window, so here I was, tucking James Duncan Halpert, into bed.

"Okay dude, I gotta run back to home to take a quick shower. Then I'll come back. Okay?" I asked, stroking his hair. He nodded but then shook his head quickly.

"Noooo," He slurred, still shaking his head.

"Stay! I want someone to cuddle with." He whined, raising his hands.

"Okay, let me call Toby." I joked, running my finger through his hair one last time.

"Noo! I want you! I like you!" He said, his voice changing softer at the end.

My heart clenched. I swallowed the big lump in my throat as butterflies burst in my stomach.

I have a boyfriend !

No, he was drugged, he didn't mean it. He was drugged and was only saying shit.

"Okay honey," I whispered, I felt a mixture of anger, annoyance, happiness, crappiness, and pretty much everything in between.

God, the things this boy does to me.

I laid down next to Jim, inhaling his smell in the blankets. No, I wasn't being a creep, it was just a really, really, really strong smell.

"I like you." He whispered again. Throwing his large arms around my small frame. I almost choked as the feelings were pretty much stuffed in my throat. We love that.

•••

Welp! Hey! I thought this one was pretty dramatic so yeah. I guess you also have a little fluff right? Idk, l just write. Mkay. Ummm- BYE!

Sincerely, your weird author A.J (yes I'm a female)