Your boyfriend Jesse was... Well to establish the general things, was a player. And you were extremely lucky that he loved you enough to settle down and not sleep around (His own words) but despite his weird promises, you both loved eachother a lot. He never expected someone to love him as much as you did.

Of course, you knew he was a cooker, smoker and seller, since that was kind of an impossible thing to hide from your lover, but he also didn't wanna be lying to you, and it was also a part of him.

Recently, he had gotten a new business partner. He said it was unexpected, and well... He was right, because you never expected it to be your guys highschool chemistry teacher. But Mr. White also didn't expect 2 polar opposites in his class to be dating. Jesse was hesitant at first and he would come home complaining about him and Mr. White fighting.

On their first cook, Jesse was convinced of how good he was, and went to try and sell it, then getting beaten and threatened because it was so clear. Jesse loved to blab his mouth and told Krazy 8 and Emilio about everything with Mr. White. Their second cook, Jesse arrived with 8 and Emilio, ending up with them attacking Jesse and holding Mr. White at gunpoint to make him cook for them, causing him to make phosphine gas and poison them.

They had murdered the 2 men, and after driving the RV back to Jesse's, he reluctantly told you what happened. Later, one of the guys ended up waking up and Walter was put on duty of killing him. Jesse was put on duty of dissolving Emilio's body.

You and Jesse got in his car and listened to music on the way to the hardware store together, and when you got there, Jesse called Walter and they started fighting again. You had walked off to look around the rest of the store and maybe grab some things you and Jesse needed. When walking back to where Jesse said he'd be you didn't see him anywhere, before turning down an aisle you saw Jesse sitting in a bucket.

"Babe, what are you doing...?"

He looked up at you, his eyes widening as he tried to get out quickly, falling over and almost smacking his head on the shelf as the bucket fell on him.