Rebellion - Jesse Pinkman

Six - Motels, Ho(e)tels

Becca's POV.

Lana Del Rey - Video Game

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Jesse comes out of the front door, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and in his hand in a drawstring bag. I get out my phone and dial the cab. "What did they say?"

"They understood," he answers. I nod.

"You know, you don't have to come with me," I say. "Stay in your nice, warm bed," I call the cab.

"I will be in a nice warm bed, as long as I'm with you, I'm fine." He says. The phone rings two times before they answer. I tell them the address and they say they'll be there as soon as they can. I hang up and turn to Jesse.

"They'll be here soon," I say, clutching my bag. "I think I'll buy a used car so we don't have to depend on Badger to give us rides.

"Woah," Jesse laughs. "With what money?"

I look at the ground. I'll just tell him. "My boss," I pause, looking back up at him. "He sorta felt the need to give me the money my parents took from me. I already checked, it's in my account."

His jaw drops. "How much?" I sigh, shaking my head. "How much?"

"Twenty-nine grand," I answer.

"Yo! Twenty-nine hundred?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Thousand," I put both arms on his shoulders. "If you tell anyone, including Brandon and Pete, I will end you. Understand?"

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Moments later, the cab arrives. We get into the back, putting our things on the floorboard. "Where to?" The driver asks, looking at me, then Jesse.

"The nearest motel," I answer. The car ride was very quiet, but not awkward. We just kind of sat there, looking out of the windows. Finally, the driver pulls into an old parking lot in front of what looks to be an abandoned motel, yet there are junkie-looking people standing outside. I hand him a twenty-dollar bill and get out of the car.

"Don't you want your change?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Keep driving like you do." He smiles, driving off onto the busy road. I clutch my bag, looking around before spotting the office. We begin walking toward it as Jesse locks his hand with mine. We walk into the office, making a dinging noise as the door opened. A tall man appeared at the desk, smiling weakly.

"Hi, what can I do for you tonight?" He asks.

"One room, please," I request.

He nods, grabbing a notebook and sliding it toward us. I take a pen, scribbling my name and the date on an empty line. "How long will you be staying?"

"Maybe a few days?" I answer. "I'm really not sure yet."

"Alright, well, it'll be a hundred and fifty for four nights." I nod, fishing in my bag for the wallet.

"Do you take Visa?" I ask, opening the wallet and slipping out my card. He nods. I hand him the card and he quickly slides it through the machine before handing it back to me. I take it, put it back into my wallet, and zipped my bag. When I look back up, he hands me a key. I take the key, nodding to the man, and walk out of the office door.

I look at the room number: 6.

I show Jesse the key and we walked together to room 6, which was to the right of the office.

Before we can even get to the door, an older woman comes up to Jesse and smiles, revealing her fucked up crack teeth. "Hey, sugar," she smiles.

"Uh," is all he managed to say.

"Come on, I'll let you get it free, in fact, I'll pay you,"

"Yo, no thanks lady, I'm good,"

"Oh," she gives me a filthy look. "You busy screwin' little scrawny over there?"

I unlock the door, finding a smoke-filled room. Jesse shuts the door behind him, setting his things on the floor beside the door.

I walk through, examining the room. There was a TV, a king-size bed, two nightstands, and a dresser. I open one door to see a decently-sized closet and the other door to see a decently-sized bathroom. It had everything in it.

"Jesse?" I say, walking back into the main room. He looks up at me. "I'm gonna take a shower."

He nods. I go to my bag, grabbing an oversized shirt, black short shorts, and a pair of underwear. I also grab my shampoo, conditioner, hairbrush, and face wash, taking everything into the bathroom and closing the door. I take a shower, taking in the hot water. When I get out, I get dressed and walk out, seeing Jesse enjoying the TV. He looks at me as I exit the bathroom. "I always thought you were most beautiful like this," he smiles.

"Yeah, yeah," I scoff. "Whatever." I sit on the opposite side of the bed as he stares at me. "What?" I look over at him.

"I love you," he says. It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but this time, you could hear that he meant it the most. He starts leaning over, as do I, until our lips touch.

I scoot over and sit on his lap, kissing even more passionately, which at this point is just a really intense make-out session. But it had never happened before.

About five minutes in, his attention moves to my neck. "Whatever you do," I laugh. "Just don't give me a hickey." I could feel his smile. He looks up at me, smiling more. "What is it?" I lean up to his ear, kissing his cheek, then the side of his mouth.

"You're so beautiful," he says. I smirk. We spend a few seconds looking at each other smiling, but start randomly laughing.

We kiss again and his fingers grazed the bottom hem of my shirt before pulling it up. "Jesse," I mumble, but he didn't hear me. "Jess,"

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I want you, I do," I put my hands on his shoulders. "I don't want our first time to be in some dirty motel, I want it to be kinda special."

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EHHHHHHH

xoxo.

-H.