🍬candy cats🍬 (pamgela lol)

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(I wanted to write abt jim oke)

Jim groggily woke up from his blue bed. The surroundings of a very childish room held him, as he almost fell out of the bed, into a pile pf dirty clothes. I gotta pick those up some day... Jim was quite the slob, and only cleaned when someone was coming over, or the landlord was doing inspections again. His roommate wasn't too much better either.

Jim dragged himself to eat breakfast and all that jazz. He hated going to work. It felt like he was trapped there. Sure it wasn't hard or that bad, but being a paper salesman doesn't sound too great. Most the people at the office had jobs they felt like was a trap. Micheal tried to help, but the type of difference he made wasn't ideal.

Riding to work, Jim finally felt somewhat alive. The weekday ride with the wind in his face made him feel free, until he came up to the office park where he was sentenced to sell paper.

"Hey Pam." Jim waved at Pam.
"Hiya, Jim!"

Pam was the only light of the office. He could joke with her, prank Dwight and talk. He wanted to talk about his feelings about the office and his life, but he didn't want to bring down one of his friends. It sort of feels like the one person keeping you sane on a small island, except you don't want to tell them your address in case they remember and kill you, I mean if you ever got out alive. That was how Jim saw it. It also felt like all that defined him was pranks and being tall, since he didn't tall about his feelings and aspirations a lot.

It's been awhile since Dwight has been messed around with. It's time for Jim to plan.

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"Ey, Pam." A familiar voice reached out to Pam from the entrance door.
"Oh... Roy... what are you doing here-"
"Where's Jim?"
"Why?"

Roy ran up to Jim, a fist raised and homing in on his face.

Psshhhhhshshsg
Dwight had sprayed his eyes with the pepper spray he has hidden under his desk.
"Haha, and you all-" Dwight was cut off by his own eyes stinging from the pepper spray spreading in the air.

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"I'm sorry Jim, I'm sorry I should've just never dated him-" Pam was in tears, partly because of the pepper spray but also from the shock and guilt.
"Pam. It's alright. It's not your fault. We're not dating, we haven't dated. He's just all riled up." Jim placed a hand on Pam's shoulder. They were in the chilly break room, in front of the vendor machine.
"Alright, but... I still feel really guilty."
"Hey it's okay, I know it's a sucky situation for you and such but I reassure you your guilt is unneeded. I mean, we'll probably laugh at it soon, Shrute's already laughing, heh." Jim leant on the plastic chair, sipping pepsi.
"Thanks Jim. I'll try not to let it happen again, I've heard they've fired Roy."
"See? It's all getting cleared up already."
"Yeah."

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Jim jogged back to his desk for a sales call, leaving Pam alone. Pam bought a muesli bar from the vending machine, and sat, empty.

"Pammy?"
"Hey, Ange."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... do you like ice cream?"
"On the occasion I will indulge."
"Does this evening sound like an occasion?"
"Definitely so."
"Awesome."
"Such colloquial language." (quick AN; i learnt the word colloquial from someone rad named angela lmao, seems fitting to be put there) Pam laughed at Angela pointing out that, and Angela crossed her arms and turned away, hiding a smile.
"Oh whatever, you should be getting back to work." Angela hastily said, circling around.
"You too."
"Me too." Pammy and Noelle went back to the best set of jobs ever.

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"Greetings, Pamela." Angela Martins was on her tippie toes over the border again.
"Oh, hi!"
"May I have a candy cat please?"
"Mhm. Pass or chuck?"
"... chuck." Pam threw the lolly over, and Angela dived backwards. A crash was heard, and Pam shot up, scrambling to the accounting corner.

"You need a hand?" Angela opened her eyes to see Pam's hand reach out. She grabbed it, and it softer than her hair. She helped her up, and held on to her hand a little longer than she should have.

"... Angela?"
"I'm fine. It was a bad throw."
"Angela I'm sorry I just-"
"Don't be. Let me get back to work." Before Pam left, she gave her a glance that meant I'm alright, and you have nothing to worry about. In a nice and reassuring way. Pam saw and shuffled back to her seat, head hung low, hoping her and Angela's fragile friendship hasn't broken yet.

I get Jim hurt and now this? I'm... I'm terrible... Pam was doing great at holding back this wave of tears, as she made lines and lines and just lines in her notebook. She felt number than ever.

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5:00 PM. Pam exhaled in relief. Then tensed up again. This is the moment where she finds out whether Angela is still keen or not. She slowly milled down the stairs, hands in pocket and eyes coldly focused on the steps.

"Pammy."
"A-Ange- I'm sorry for the horrible throw, I just always mess things-"
"You don't need to be sorry, Pammy. And if you do, then I accept your apology. You accepted mine." Pam had a trembling smile on her face, then sobbed into Angela's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. Angela smelt the vanilla smelling shampoo, and then embraced her back.

"Your hair smells dandy... how about I take you to the car and clean you up then go get that weird ice cream you wanted?" Pam nodded, and the two were under the twinkling stars, arms on shoulders, heading to Angela's car.

"Ah I'm just so sick of messing everything up- I've hurt Jim, I've hurt you... what else might I do?? A-and I'm trying to be more c-confident and this is all happening- ah I'm so sorry for dumping this all on you-"

Angela tried to be rational about things. "Pammy, without you the office would be even more dastardly chaotic. And I've been with Roy too, he's just a rough jerk. You didn't hurt me anyways, I was just dazed for a bit, and you helped me up which made things better." Angela put her hand on Pam's.
"Y-you've been with Roy?" Pam almost laughed. It was so random! (quick AN: theres actual hints to this in a a webisode)
"We don't talk about that. It was few years back anyways, don't worry. That was a mistake. My only other mistake was one accounting error. That is all." Pam couldn't contain herself and let out a snicker. She found Angela's perfectionist attitude funny.
"Heheh, anyways, thank you. Jim reassured me he was fine and it really means a lot knowing you're fine too." Angela did her little smile. Pam smiled back, bigger.

"Anyways, Pam, don't worry about your car. You can stay at mine, in the spare bedroom. You've been through a lot today."
"Uh, yeh that's cool."
"Now, off to this mall."

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