jam oneshots | for the soul~

the first fight.

Jim and Pam experience their first fight as a couple. It's a little more harsh than either of them expect.

The first few weeks of a brand new relationship were always seemingly brilliant, or so Pam thought. She had never had the opportunity to find out, since the only other person she'd ever officially dated was Roy. However she did recall that first month or two during her adolescent years, and what a time it was. She constantly felt like she was floating above the ground, with every single possibility ahead of her exciting and inviting. Of course, the feeling diminished steadily, and her happiness began to feel like more of a chore. But even so, Pam had a recollection of what it felt like to be exhilarated by the idea of a whole new relationship with someone she liked, or, dare she even say, loved.

And Jim was no exception.

"Want some coffee?"

She perked her head up a little, surprised. Roy never offered to make her coffee, especially not first thing in the morning.

"Um, sure, thank you." He got to his feet and headed into his kitchen. She looked down at her feet, which were covered by her Pokémon socks (specifically Jigglypuff, who was her particular favourite). She felt ridiculously plain, sat in nothing but his oversized t-shirt and socks, her hair a frizzy mess. Then again, it wasn't like there was anything else to wear, since the overnight stay at Jim's had been rather unexpected after a pipe in her apartment building had burst quite spectacularly, flooding a lot of it. Not that she minded, but she had gone out in such a hurry that she'd forgotten to pack any overnight things. 'I'm such an idiot.'

Pam paused, before an idea came to her mind and she got up. She slowly went into Jim's kitchen, being careful to avoid the creaky floorboards that she more or less knew of by now, and wrapped her arms around him, making him jump. He let out a short, shaky laugh. "Don't sneak up on me like that, Beesly. What if I'd had the kettle in my hand?"

"Then we'd both be quite burnt and not very happy. But you weren't holding it, so no need to dwell on the 'what if's' of life..." she murmured philosophically, then reached up and squeezed his right cheek. He smirked a little. "Very interesting take on life there, Beesly. Nitzsche would be proud."

"Who?"

He turned his head to look at her. "You kidding?"

"Of course I am, silly. Now am I getting this coffee, or not?"

"Well maybe you would be, if you would stop squeezing my face."

"I could have squeezed a very different cheek of yours."

"Shameful, Beesly. I am disgusted."

"Judging by what happened last night, you're not as disgusted as you let on." She giggled. He clicked his tongue. "I can't believe you'd bring up the past like that."

"Wasn't that long ago! You'd know that better than anyone else, Mister." She lowered her voice at the last sentence, smirking. She leaned up on her tiptoes and began to lightly kiss his neck, which ultimately made him smile.

Roughly a year and a half ago, Pam would have been appalled by this act- she would have been engaged to Roy back then. Well, she would have pretended to have been appalled, and probably would secretly have wanted to do a lot more than just this. But there was that damn cheap ring on her finger that had been the only thing stopping Pam from giving in to her feelings. Similarly, Jim would have been appalled by this act too, just up until a few months ago (though embarrassed probably fit the bill more), since he had been seeing Karen,

But now there were no annoyingly frustrating distractions, no life-changing decisions to be made, such as who to spend the rest of their life with. It was just them, now. They were free to do what they wanted without having to fret about heartbreak and tears and loss.