Breaking Bad One Shot

You dug deeply into your lint filled pocket, your trembling hands struggled to grasp the screwed-up collection of notes that you had rammed in there only thirty minutes prior. A slither of light ran across the room but quickly disappeared as Jesse slipped through the chipboard covered door and pressed his back firmly against it. His chest rose and fell as he took ever deepening breaths of relief.

"I fucking hate coming to this part of town. Count yourself lucky I like your bitch ass, all my distributors are busy, so I had to come myself to make it in time." Of course, the meth was nice, but you had always felt that you and Jesse had a good relationship. He wasn't the worst to look at and there was more than a few times you'd been in a real bad spot and he was always there to help you out of it, even before you started using. "You really need to stop pulling this last-minute shit though." He stepped carefully over the debris ridden floor and dusted off the seat next to you before taking his place.

"I'm sorry. I had some douchebag come break in last night and take all my shit, including my crystal."

"Oh shit, for real?" He looked around but failed to see any difference in your place.

"This place is a shithole, I know. I still haven't cleaned up from the last time somebody broke in. Once I've called the police, I'll grab a broom, after I've finished up my assignments."

"Assignments? You're still doing that teaching crap?" Jesse flicked through the scattered paperwork on your now broken coffee table. "Right on!"

"Once I submit these I'll be all finished. And it's teaching assistant by the way, I won't be an actual teacher for a few more years. But if it gets me out of this place I don't care."

"You won't do either if you don't stop taking meth." His surprise took you and him aback. "I mean, like, how many teachers... teaching assistants do you know that smoke a bowl every night?"

"This... the meth thing isn't permanent. It's just for fun, I can stop whenever I want to, it isn't something I need." He held out the bag of the perfectly cut blue rocks and ran his fingers along the edges.

"Fine, you won't be needing these then?" He slipped them back into his pocket and headed towards the door.

"Jesse, wait!" He didn't stop and only turned once the door was open and the suns light was illuminating your shithole of an apartment.

"You've got a good future, better than the rest of the meth-heads, crack-heads and god knows what else that live in these slums. Don't fuck it up just because you're too busy getting high and feeling sorry for yourself." He flicked the small bag into your lap. "You can have this one for free because I feel bad about the break in. After that I'm limiting your supply."

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Written by Aaron.