So, Breaking Bad is the best show I have ever seen, hands down. The actors are just... phenomenal. So naturally I would write a story for the show since I love it so much! It'll be short, but it's pretty much practice because I would like to start writing more for this fandom.
I do not own Breaking Bad.
Walter laid his face into his palms, letting the darkness envelop over his eyes. Everything around him had gone to complete hell, and even though he was a logical man, he felt as though he had no idea how to take a hold of his own life and turn it around.
Stepping out of his light green Pontiac Aztec, (that car had been through hell and back, just like Walt. They fit perfectly together,) Walter looked up, studying the worn down RV in Jesse's drive way. How had he stumbled into this lifestyle? He used to be such a normal man, a regular old high school Chemistry teacher. Well, that was to say the least. He was, in face, very overqualified for the job. Jesse knows this too.
"Yo, Mr. White!"
Walter snapped out of his dazed moment, reaching up and pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. Jesse was standing in front of him, his over sized clothes hanging loosely off his skinny body as he leaned to the side, his bright eyes staring up at his older partner.
Standing back a little, Walter gained himself, looking down at the ground quickly then back up at the younger man. "Ready to cook or what?"
The desert climate bore down onto Walter's bald head, the sun hot and threatening as he stripped off his shirt and khakis, hanging them on the mirror on the outside of the RV. Jesse was tugging his knit beanie down off of his scraggly blonde hair, rolling his eyes as Mr. White got down to his tighty whities. "Jesus Mr. White how homo could you possibly be?"
It was Walter's turn to roll his eyes.
When the pair got inside the RV it was cool; an amazing relief compared to the heat outside. As Walter grabbed his gas mask, handing one to Jesse, he looked over their set up, which really, wasn't all that bad for a mobile meth lab.
This, all this...chemistry...this was the only thing that could possibly make Walter smile nowadays. The resounding noise of the beakers clanking together, the sound of the chemicals bubbling and brewing in the glassware, this was what Walter loved. Eyes looking down at a particular task he was working on, the Chemistry teacher let a deep string of coughs leave his throat, the musky taste of blood dotting his tongue. He had learned to ignore it because right now, this was as happy as he was going to get.
Glancing over to Jesse, Walter gave another weak smile behind the filters of his gas mask, watching as the young man poured a chemical powder into a metallic bowl, mixing it with another deadly liquid.
"Mr. White, this batch is gonna be da bomb!" Pinkman's blue eyes flashed over to his former high school teacher, excitement and a sense of self-achievement gleaming on the small part of his face that was showing. This was another thing that made Walter strangely satisfied. Happy.