Jim x Dwight-- Jim confesses his love to Dwight

Hatching a Plan

"Hey Michael" Pam said, making her way into her boss's office. "Hello Pamela, what can I do for you today?" Michael asked, tipping an imaginary hat and talking in a fake British accent. Pam sighed, before speaking; "Dwight had a sudden sales meeting he had to go to and he left during lunch, but he left some important paperwork so he asked me to drop it off for him. So can I go?" Pam asked. Michael looked at her with a confused expression. "He asked you?" Michael asked, but then shook his head. "Sure go ahead, but tell him next time to tell me when he has to go on a sales call." Pam nodded and made her way out of his office, "thanks Michael, I will" she said, but she really had no intention of doing so. She quickly gathered her stuff and grabbed random pieces of paper from Dwight's desk, so that her lie seemed believable. 

As she got into her car, she took her phone out of her purse. "Dwight, come on, pick up" she said, starting to get exasperated. The call went to voicemail, so she dialed again over and over. After the fifth attempt she realized it was fruitless, so she pulled out of the lot and made her way to Schrute Farms. That had to be where he was right? 

Pam's intuition was right, as she pulled in she saw Dwight's cherry red car glinting in the sun. Pam quickly made her way out of the car, rushing up to the front door. "Dwight" she called out, reaching up to knock on the door. "I know what happened, please let me in" she pleaded, hoping that Dwight would actually let her in. 

Dwight made his way to the front door at a slow pace. "Hey Pam" he said, his voice was monotone and his face lacked any emotion. "Oh Dwight" Pam said, frowning as she saw her friend in such pain. She reached over to hug him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. He slouched down to hug her, burying his face into her shoulder. She could feel his tears before she heard the sob leave his mouth. "It's okay" she said, raking her hands through his hair. 

They stood there for a while, until Dwight's tears started to seize and his breathing returned to normal. "I'm sorry for getting your sweater all dirty" Dwight said, looking up to see the wet patch on her shoulder. Pam let out a smile "It's okay, I'll wash it when I get home." Dwight nodded, before gesturing her to come inside his house. "I really like your house, it's beautiful" Pam said, admiring the homeliness of his house. Dwight softly smiled at this, but didn't go into a full history lesson of his farm. He just didn't feel like it. 

They made their way to the couch, Dwight sullenly leading the way and sitting down. The two sat in silence, before Pam shifted her body to face him. "Jim told me you called him and told him you missed him" Pam quietly told him. Dwight sat there motionless, staring into space before speaking. "Did he tell you I hung up?" he asked, his voice sour. "Yes" Pam said, nodding. Dwight shut his eyes closed, his face contorted in a painful expression. Pam took his hand, holding it gently. "He's not mad at you Dwight. If you called again, he'd pick up" she told him, slightly fibbing. She knew Jim was kind of angry about Dwight saying "I miss you" and then hanging up, but she knew he would get over it soon. 

Dwight looked up at her hopefully, "yeah?, you think he would?" he asked. Pam nodded with a smile, "of course he would Dwight. He loves you." Dwight nodded and smiled his first genuinely happy smile since lunch. "I think I love him too" Dwight said. He seemed scared to say this, but also weirdly comfortable with the fact. "Dwight! that's so exciting" Pam said, her jaw hanging open in surprise, grabbing his forearms in excitement. Dwight held onto her, smiling back at her. "Don't tell him though, I don't think i'm ready yet" he told her, a serious expression returning to his face. "Of course I won't, don't worry Dwight" Pam reassured him. 

The two spent the rest of the evening planning the best way for Dwight to tell Jim his feelings. Pam looked out and saw how dark it had gotten. "Oh, I better get going" Pam said, getting up and grabbing her purse. Dwight led her to the front door. "Thanks for everything" Dwight said, rubbing the back of his head. "You don't have to do any of this, but you are and I really appreciate it" he told her. "Of course Dwight, you're my friend" she told him, a smile on her face. The two briefly hugged and Pam waved goodbye as she climbed into her car. Dwight smiled as he watched her leave. Today wasn't absolute shit, he thought. He finally admitted his feelings and got closer with Pam, two huge steps for him to take and he was glad he did. With that he made his way inside. He would need a good night of rest for what he had planned for tomorrow.