Living the Vida Loca P.4
• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)
(Here’s part one.)
(Here’s part two.)
(Here’s part three.)
(Here’s part five.)
(Here’s the epilogue.)
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Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.
Notes — We've had a Jesse chapter, a Walt chapter, a Saul chapter, and now I give you a bit of a Mike chapter.
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The point of no return.
One evening, while you're walking your neighbour's dog, two men try to kill you.
They leave you with a black eye, a purple cheek, and a red lip, crying next to a dumpster.
All you can think about is how you let the dog run away into the night.
You shuffle to the nearest bus stop, bleeding, and call out Gizmo's name the whole way.
You huddle on the metal bench.
When you find yourself staring at your contacts list, you hesitate.
The white phone light illuminates your wet face.
Jesse has tried to call you fourteen times in the last five minutes.
His unanswered text messages haunt your phone like little ghosts.
Where r u???
come home rigjt now
man i'm sorry ok
come home
i made toast n eggs for dinner
scrambled
pls
ill make waffles if u want
we can watxh tinkerbell
or whatevr
i wont be mad pls just come home
dinners getting cold
please
hello??
A five minute gap.
Get ur ass back in this fking house rn i'm not plauing
Your thumb hovers over the call button.
One last message from Jesse; ur in so much trouble. come home.
You don't even realise you've called Jimmy until his sleepy voice picks up on the other line.
The emergency room is weirdly busy at this hour. For some reason, you imagined it slowing down sometimes.
In the lobby, wearing eye bags but looking more awake than ever, Jimmy calls Walt while he rubs your back.
Then, Walt must call Jesse.
Then, Jesse tries calling you.
A single text appears after you don't pick up; im on my way baby ok
Jimmy walks you through everything that's going to happen once the police arrive, in an attempt to make it all a little less scary.
The nurses stitch up your cheek.
They give you a lollipop that you don't eat.
When two officers come in with tiny notepads and big badges to talk about the assault, Jimmy does all the talking.
All you have to do is nod at random intervals to confirm he's got the story right.
Which he does.
( When you first gave him a detailed recount, he went pale and lost his words. You've never seen him like that before. )
For the sake of yours, Jesse's, Walt's and Jimmy's safety, you agree to leave out the part where the two men claimed Gus Fring's associate sent them.
( Jimmy, who's Gus Fring? )
( Don't ask, sweetie, okay? We'll sort it out. Let me go grab some more tissues. )
The fact they were willing to put police eyes on them for this made you cry harder.
When you're released, you see Jesse waiting for you both on a curb in the parking lot, jittering like crazy.
He runs up to you and hugs you like it's his last chance.
He says he's sorry.
Sorry for everything.
He's sorry for being a shitty dad-brother, he's sorry for yelling, and fighting, and slamming doors on late nights.
He's sorry for coming home at midnight, not saying a word, and then leaving before breakfast.
He's sorry for not killing Derrick when he had the chance; sorry for not doing it sooner.
He's sorry for dragging you into this.
He's sorry for not being there.
And he's sorry that, out of everyone back at that skatepark, you ended up with him.
You hug Jesse back.
Jimmy coughs wetly and tells you guys to break it up, I'm getting misty-eyed over here.
They take you to a 24-hour diner.
It's 11PM.
You cuddle into Jesse's side and eat a big, pink, puffy Krispy Kreme donut.
He wipes away your tears.
Then, Walter finally shows up, apologizing for taking so long. He's out of breath and he has a revolver in his pants line.
He orders a lemon curd donut with cookie crumble on top and eats it with a quaint smile on his face.
Jimmy asks him if he's just happy to be here, or if that's a fucking loaded magnum under his jacket.
Walt explains that he may or may not have taken a midnight stroll.
It may or may not have taken place in a particular neighbourhood.
He may or may not have...
Well, let's not get into all that jazz right now.
He uses a napkin to wipe a speckle of blood off his palm, and stuffs it in his breast pocket.
Jim and Walt talk about a man named Mike, while you and Jesse make paper swans together.
Walt hugs you for the first time ever when you all go your separate ways at 11:46PM.
Jesse lets you know that it's okay if you want to go home with Jimmy tonight.
You called him first, after all.
Jesse tugs on his beanie.
He does that when he's anxious.
You sniff and tell him shakily; No, you idiot. I'm going home with you.
Jimmy hugs you, pats you on the back, and tells you to come over any time you want.
He also promises you that if this goes to court, he's going to have those guys locked up for so long that their grandchildren will be serving life sentences in orange jumpsuits.
He hands you back the lollipop.
You fall asleep in the back of Jesse's car on the way home.
He puts his hoodie over you.
The radio is quiet.
It's cold tonight.
When you wake up sometime around 3AM, you're tucked into Jesse's bed and he's snoring next to you on top of the blankets.
Out of everyone at that skatepark, you're glad it was him.
The aftermath.
Here are all the reasons it does not, in fact, go to court.
The first man turns up missing on the news.
His name is Rico Perez, and you recognise his black goatee and marble-y eyes.
Jesse changes the channel quickly.
Eat your cereal, baby.
You get the feeling that Rico Perez is fizzing away in a Costco bucket somewhere.
That same day, Jesse and Walt install alarms and locks all over your house.
For about a week, you stay home from school.
Jesse calls you baby a lot more now, and sings you to sleep most nights.
He's conscious of not making any loud noises around you.
He keeps a gun on him, even if he's just frying bacon.
He plays videogames with you in your bed, and draws with you, and plays frisbee in the driveway.
He rents DVD upon DVD to watch on his laptop with you.
( They're all Tinkerbell. )
( You've both seen them like a hundred times. )
It feels like you're in witness protection.
The week goes slow.
The second man turns up dead on the news.
His name is Kennedy Adams, and you recognise his wonky teeth and bloated gums.
Jesse lets you watch this time, because Kennedy was the one that did most the damage.
There's a live video of his body bag being zipped up.
Jesse punches the air and shouts, yes bitch, like he's watching the Superbowl.
He has a very long phone call that night.
The aftermath of the aftermath.
Mike Ehrmantraut says you remind him of his granddaughter.
He's got two heavy eyes, a life's worth of scars all over his hands, and the patience of a Saint.
While the two men's deaths were pending, Mike had watched your house from 4PM to 7AM, every day, with a gun in the glovebox.
Apparently, it was him who killed the second guy.
Before one of his shifts, Mike skewered his neck on a police-standard bullet and then paid some shady officers to take the credit for it.
He sounded very bored when he told you the story.
Suffice to say, he fulfilled his duty.
The morning after his last shift watching your house, you find a little teddy bear with a pink bow on the welcome mat.
The note attached reads;
In the hopes you sleep a little easier.
You do.
The night light is still permanent.
Sudden noises still reduce you to hysterics in Jesse's arms.
You'll never visit that neighbourhood again.
Instead of sitting with the other kids, you spend breaks in Walt's classroom while he eats his chicken salad.
You avoid the alley next to Jimmy's building, and instead take up graffitiing his whiteboard with his dried-up markers.
Jesse holds your hand out in public all the time, now, and he bunks with you every night.
His texts don't go unanswered, and they look more like this, now;
miss u 2 see u l8er :)
im at walmart u want ramen??
call me ok we'll do the 4 7 8 breathing thing
yo that looks dope u like picasso n shit
mondays kicking the shiz out my ass
home in 10 :)
u having a good day bby?
yo com downstairs im puting mario cart on
love u
You don't dog-walk anymore.
You don't sing randomly in the kitchen.
You don't talk.
But you sleep a little easier.
When Gizmo is found by an old lady five miles from home, you sleep even better.
When Gus Fring turns up dead on the TV one month later, you sleep like a god damn baby.
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End Notes — I couldn't find a suitable place to squeeze this in, so I just implied it, but Walter killed Rico right before showing up at the diner. I imagine he wrapped him in a tarp or something and locked him in his trunk, ate his donut, and then he and Jesse liquified him the next day. Fun times!
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the breakup
december 6
cameron looked up, slightly annoyed that people decided to sit at the table right next to her. she was the only one in the library at the moment, writing her final paper. it was her last one. after her class, her, val, and tim would be heading home for winter break.
she quickly looked away as she realized who the pair was; raegan williams and andie johnson. the two of them always liked cam’s insta posts only if gabe was in them, and they always commented on gabe’s posts. she brought it up once to gabe, but he assured her she had nothing to worry about. and she believed him, but it still hurt her to see.
cam just took a deep breath and she went back to her paper, ignoring them until they started to speak louder, which was when val dropped by the library.
“hey,” she whispered, considering library etiquette, her eyes widening when cam put a finger over her mouth. “geez, sorry.”
“no,” cam leaned closer to val as she whispered. “it’s the girls always in gabe’s comments. they’re talking about him.”
“hate to break it to you, but gabe has a bunch of girls in his comments. he’s cute and good at hockey.”
cam slouched in her seat and glared at the document in front of her. now, she was jealous and unproductive.
“yeah, i mean, he was telling me he was thinking of breaking up with her,” raegan said in a normal voice, catching cam and val’s attention. “he said he’s basically in with her brothers, so what was the point anymore since he got what he wanted.”
cam set her jaw as she felt the burning sensation behind her eyes. in her mind, she replayed everything cale had tried to burn into her brain before he was yelled at by all the women in his life. she was brought back to her first boyfriend, who only dated her to get in with a stanley cup champion.
he’s just using you. she couldn’t see sense, only that she should have known better.
cam blinked rapidly, refusing to allow herself to cry at the moment. her eyes darted to the time in the bottom right corner of her laptop. swallowing thickly; she closed it.
“i have to get to class,” she mumbled to her friend. “i’ll see you later.”
val watxhed in shock as cam walked away slowly. she stared at the two girls beside her, eyeing the open water bottle. scoffing to herself, she stood up and walked by the girls, accidentally bumping into the water bottle. she watched as the contents poured all over raegan.
“oh my god! i’m so sorry!” val gasped. “i didn’t mean to.”
raegan glared up at her, standing up in shock. “of course not,” she muttered out.
“i’ll get paper towels,” angie said, side eyeing val as she walked to the bathroom.
“sorry again,” val smiled sweetly and walked away, pretending she didn’t hear the ‘bitch’ that followed.
only an hour had passed since the moment in the library, and cam was finally able to catch gabe alone.
“hi, pretty girl,” gabe grinned as she closed the door. “how are you? missed you.”
cam had planned to go about the conversation with a level head, but hearing him say that brought back every negative emotion she felt listening to what raegan had to say.
she felt the stinging sensation again, and this time she didn’t try and force it to stop. she let it happen this time.
“how are you?” she snapped at him. “i don’t know, gabe, how are you?” she watched as his face contorted into confusion. “i trusted you. i told you i was afraid of dating another guy like you. i told you what my brother had to say about us. i told you about my ex. and for what? for you to lie about your intentions to my face? how could you?”
“whoa, whoa,” gabe shook his head. his heart was racing because he had no clue where this was coming from. he jumped from his bed and came to stand in front of her. he tried to take her hands in his own, but accepted it when she took steps away from him. “what are you talking about?”
“you wanting me to get to cale,” cam said flatly. “i overheard her telling her friend everything. even the part where you were gonna break up with me now that you’ve finally got cale’s trust,” she swallowed as she said. “well i’ll do you one last favor. i’m breaking up with you.”
“what?” gabe’s voice cracked. “baby, no,” he shook his head. they both snapped their heads to the door that swung open. will rushing in with ryan in toe, both slightly out of breath.
“i have a flight to catch,” cam said, not leaving any room for gabe to argue, pretending her heart didn’t shatter any more seeing gabe cry in front of her.
it’s his own fault.
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