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fandomhighdorms2007-11-19 06:08 pm
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The Basement [Monday evening]
Pam had turned off her cell phone to avoid calls from Roy about their sons beating up someone else, or from Angela about how Michael had started another fire out of missing Ryan. She had more important things to do today.
So she waited in the basement near the pool, holding a few tiny bottles in her right hand.
[for Jim omg.]
So she waited in the basement near the pool, holding a few tiny bottles in her right hand.
[for Jim omg.]

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Someone being her eldest son, yes.
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He bent over to get a closer look. He didn't mean for that to bring him quite this close to Pam, but he wasn't going to complain about it.
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Wow. Kind of hard to ignore the closeness now.
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He gently put a hand on her back. For balance. Really.
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"Unless you have a better idea?"
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It was actually a terrible idea, but it was the only one in his mind at the moment.
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Pam didn't hear that right. There was just no way. Not after all this time, or all their history, or...everything.
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There were too many questions she could ask, and it was so complicated in so many ways.
Right now, she didn't care.
"So do it."
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It was wrong, he knew that even before he did it. He didn't care, though. He wouldn't care until later.
For now, he was just going to enjoy the kiss.
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And with that first millisecond, it all came crashing back.
She didn't think about Roy or Karen. She didn't think about the kids, or the company.
Though she did briefly focus for a moment long enough to think that maybe Toby would make her fill out another HR form.
But then that was gone, and there was only the kiss. Pam Beesly Anderson was thirty-six years old and making out with her high school boyfriend.
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Her foot slipped, and she grabbed onto his arm out of instinct.
Oops.
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It was all different. They felt different. But it was still Jim, and still familiar.
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And now they weren't kids anymore.
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No, they probably wouldn't be.
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Jim wanted to at least say goodbye. He couldn't bring himself to do it, though. Instead he just waved as he headed back to the stairs.
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