Rebellion - Jesse Pinkman

Thirteen - Appointment

Becca's POV

It was around lunchtime the next day that I made my way to my parent's house to pick dad up. I had wondered why he'd had a doctor's appointment. Better safe to go with him than not, I suppose. He never asked me to tag along for things like this. I pulled into the driveway to see dad was already ready and got into the car once I had stopped.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hey, so how are you?" I returned.

"Good, and you?"

"Great."

The drive was silent. But it was nice. There wasn't really much traffic. Everything was just... quiet; peaceful.

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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Stage four lung cancer? My eyes welled a little, but I had decided not to cry. I couldn't. Dad was just kind of in a trance. I put my arm on his shoulder and I couldn't help it. A tear fell from my eye.

He snapped out of it and looked over at me. The doctor continued to talk about treatment. The truth was, I didn't know how we were going to pay for it. There was no way.

Once we got back out to the car, I just kind of sat there. He looked over at me. "Listen, everything's gonna be fine-"

"Are you doing treatments?" I asked. "Because if you are, I- I can help."

"I- I don't know, yet, but I don't want you to tell anyone. Not your mother, not Junior, not Hank or Marie,"

I rolled my eyes slightly before nodding. "Okay, so when are you going to tell them?" No answer. I started the car and drove him back home.

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I walked in with him and put on a happy front. I was okay. Nothing was wrong. Dad wasn't sick.

"B-Becca!" Junior exclaimed. He was now sixteen, and almost all grown up. He was treated better than I was at his age, but it was okay. I only wanted the best for him, and I still do. Also, he doesn't get into trouble like I did.

"Hey, kiddo," I smiled. He was sitting at the table doing homework. I came up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder before walking into the kitchen. "Hey." I smiled at mom, who was washing her hands.

"Oh, hi!" she smiled. I stayed for another hour before leaving and going to Jesse's.

Just like old times.

I mean, could I really trust him? I felt like I could, but I couldn't let what happened go. I wanted him, more than anyone. He was the only one I could think about. I tried dating other people after what happened, but it was no use. I couldn't feel anything when I was with them. I was numb to everything. I was numb before I saw him in that bar, and everything came rushing back.

I learned that it was with him that I truly felt alive. I felt compassion and lust and love and emotion.

I pulled into the driveway and got out before knocking on the door. He opened it and let me in. I walked into the living room to see Badger and Pete. Their eyes grew wide, as if they were surprised to find me here. "Hey guys," I smiled weakly.

"Yo, Becs," Brandon said. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, ya know, just don't have anything better to do." I joked. They nodded. I turned my attention to the coffee table, which had weed on it. I sat in the chair and pulled my knees up and to the side, trying to get comfortable. Remnants of smoke filled the air, and for a moment, it felt like we were seventeen again.

We all talked about nonsense. Just like we always did.

Jesse sat down next to me and rolled a blunt. He lit it and took two puffs before passing it to me. We both took turns while Pete and Badger both had bowls.

Jesse threw his arm around me at one point, and I didn't even notice. Until I did notice, of course, then I leaned against him. Badger and Pete went home hours later, just when the sun was setting.

"I should get going too," I said. But I was high as hell.

"No, you should stay," he offered. "You've been smoking. It's not safe."

"Jess, I'm fine-"

"Becca. Stay."

"If you insist," I sat back against his arm. He kissed my forehead. "Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"I trust you," I said randomly. "I mean, I shouldn't. But you're the only one. You're the only guy I can ever think about. And sometimes I fucking hate you for it, but I love you more than I hate you."

"You can trust me," he said quietly. "I swear to you. I don't wanna lose you again."

I turned my head and looked up at him. He looked down at me and leaned in and kissed me. "You never did tell me about your job."

He shifted in the seat, still with his arm around me. "I- uh. I-it's not exactly... legal."

"Jesse," he looked over at me. I sat on his lap and looked him in the eye. "For me to trust you, you have to trust me. See, it's two-sided."

"I- um. I cook."

"You cook. Cook, like at a restaurant?"

"Meth."