You’re supposed to be mine · Y/n story by @bella

The desert sun hung low, painting the RV in shades of burnt orange and dust.

Jesse Pinkman

wiping his hands on his jeans Yo, you sure your dad's cool with you being here?

Walter White

adjusting his glasses, voice calm She's here to learn. Like you.

Jesse Pinkman

shifting his weight, not quite meeting your eyes Yeah, uh... precision. Totally.

The RV creaked as the wind picked up outside. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled.

Jesse Pinkman

muttering, almost to himself This is messed up, you know that, right?