"Gatorade me, bitch!" - Dukey, probably

Chapter 1

It was the first day back from winter break. Walter White sat at his desk, trying to prepare his lesson plan in order to distract himself. "How many months was it? Six, at the most. Half a year until you kick the bucket." Those thoughts constantly replayed in his head. The lung cancer put a limit on his life.

"Mr. White?"

Walter looked up. One of his students, Johnny, had knocked at the door. "The lab report is due on Wednesday, right?"

Silence.

"Uh, Mi-"

"Y-yes," Walter said, remembering where he was. "Due Wednesday."
Johnny smiled, gave a thumbs up, and took a seat.

"Can I help you?" Walter asked.

"Nah, I'm just waiting until class starts. And since I'm in your first period, I thought 'why not', ya know?"

Walter said nothing. He looked over his lesson plans. He did not want to continue the conversation, especially when he can't think straight.

"During winter break, my sisters Mary and Susan made a teleporter that took me to the Bahamas. Me and Dukey had a blast. Sure, we had to beat a few bad guys, but the day was saved! We also had pork chops for dinner that night, too!"

"Test, I don't want to hear your nonsense stor-" White remembered that Johnny's sisters were award-winning geniuses. The invention actually sounded plausible. "I mean, how, err, where did your sisters make that teleporter?"

Johnny seemed a little nervous, like maybe he was saying things that he shouldn't. Maybe from fear of sounding crazy, but Mr. White had actually believed his story. He could actually tell him the shenanigans his sisters put him through.

"In our house. Actually, the attic. My sisters don't really hide the fact they have a lab to our family, but they won't let me in there."

Walter liked where this was going. He had actually been coming up with a plan to make crystal meth in order to pay for hospital bills. Jesse Pinkman was originally going to be his partner, but if he could just pull around a few heartstrings, he could get access to a full lab easily.

"Now Johnny, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news," Walter said, "but you actually failed the last test."

"Uh, but I'm sure that-"

"I'm actually pretty concerned for your grades in this class. Now, would me giving you private tutoring lessons at your house sound like a crazy idea?"

Actually, pretty crazy, Johnny thought. But if his grades were really as bad as Mr. White was implying, he might as well take the free tutoring. "Yeah, sure!"

"Excellent. Would your sisters be fine with us using their lab for the experiments?"