A/N: I wrote this back in 2014 and always wanted to post it, but I knew it was terrible. So I've revised it, and decided that I'm not going to leave this fic trapped in my Gmail notes forever. It deserves a home. And maybe even people to love it, just like any other story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Breaking Bad, Need for Speed, McDonald's or any other brands I have mentioned. This is purely for amusement and I make no money from doing this!
It was just another boring day in Albuquerque. Jesse Pinkman was awaiting the return of his favorite TV show's first episode of the new season. Jesse's never really been much of a TV guy, but this show kept him busy, so he liked it. Loved it actually. So much so, that he'd decided to do a crazy thing... He invited Walt over for a marathon so he'd have someone to talk to about all the stupid decisions the characters always seem to make. But the strange thing about this was not that Jesse actually invited him - because Jesse's other friends are probably too stupid to understand what's going on and he's a pretty lonely guy - but it was the fact Walt actually agreed to it.
TIME SKIP
Walt and Jesse were making bacon-pancakes for their marathon when they heard a knock on Jesse's door. Immediately, Walt jumped out of the toaster oven and screamed, "I am the one who knocks!" and ran to the door. Jesse looked up from the skillet, where the still-sizzling mass of pancake batter resided and shrugged. Unfazed, he laughed and went back to the task at hand.
Walt was still running when a random man wearing a McDonald's uniform and apron walked in the door. Walt stopped dead in his tracks, giving the man a puzzled look. He recognized the skinny, dirty blonde young man to be the cashier from the McDonald's he purchased a Big Mac from earlier that day. But why was he in Jesse's house? How did he even get in here?! Surely Jesse doesn't just leave his door unlocked! So he asked, "Why are you here?" The man looked at Walt. Walt looked at him. It continued like this for several minutes.
Jesse, who was just now getting to the bacon of the bacon-pancakes, grew very concerned by the silence and decided to walk in his living room.
TO BE CONTINUED