A/N: Yes, I know.. It took me forever to post this chapter and it's not even that long.. Sorry!! Well, here's what's been up... I'm back in Cali for my 2nd year of college and my schedule is quite hectic. But I have been working on this during my free time. But of course, school work must come before everything else. This is so random, but I have this class entitled Writing for the Media. It's a 3-hour class, but it's pretty cool. So our first assignment was to write a 350-word autobiography about anything in our life. So you know what I wrote about? I wrote about the time I got to meet John Cena. Hahaha. And I gotta tell ya, it was really hard to keep it at 350 words coz there was so much more that I wanted to say. But anyway, I'm done ranting. Here's the next chapter. I figured I'd throw in another flashback scene... Just so you can get a better idea of how Bianca and John were like way back when. 'Na mean? Hopefully I can get the next chapter up soon; I can't make any promises though... But anyway.. Here ya go!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 10: I Could Get Used to This

John pushed his cap further onto his head as if to hide himself in the hustle and bustle of the Seattle airport. According to the TV screen on the wall, Bianca's flight had landed not too long ago. Now all John had to do was wait for Bianca to come walking out of the lobby and towards the luggage carousel that he was standing near.

John straightened up when people started to fill the area, and he searched around for a familiar face. Soon, all the people from Bianca's flight were there and the carousel started to move as luggage after luggage appeared from the tunnel. John looked around and frowned; no Bianca. And now he was starting to worry; what if she missed her flight? What if she changed her mind? What if, what if, what if.. If something came up, she'd have told him, right?

There was a small tug on the back of his shirt, and John automatically grinned as he turned around, ready to pull Bianca into a much needed hug. "Hey, you're John Cena!" John's grin disappeared and looked on in confusion at the small child before him. "Mom! Dad! I told you it was him!" The little boy yelled across the room to his parents, and everyone around him started to turn and stare, finally recognizing the wrestler. John sheepishly grinned and waved at the people nearby. The little boy looked up at John with eager eyes. "Can I please take a picture with you?"

John smiled and nodded. "Sure," he agreed and posed with the boy as his parents took a picture. The family thanked him before walking away. Soon, more people stepped up to him for pictures and autographs, and a small crowd was starting to form around him. As he signed autographs, John continued to look around for Bianca, but still no luck. It took a good fifteen minutes before the crowd slowly dissipated, and still no Bianca. John hoped that he hadn't missed her while fans had bombarded him. People were already starting to leave and there were only a few more waiting at the luggage carousel. John was starting to genuinely worry.

"Oh my gosh, it's John Cena!" A group of teenaged girls hurried up to him and he forced a smile onto his face as they asked for pictures and autographs as well. He watched as they happily bounced away before looking around the room again. Where was she?

"Can I take a picture with you too?" John heard a voice behind him say, and this time he turned around, grinning ear to ear.

"How about I do you one better and take you to my hotel room," he smirked before laughing and flashing a genuine smile. He opened his arms to receive Bianca in a hug.

"You're such a dork, Johnny," Bianca teased as she attempted to wrap her arms around his bulky frame. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting," she apologized as John took hold of her luggage and started rolling it towards the parking lot.

"Nah, it's all good," he reassured her. "You're here now; that's all that matters," he said, gazing at her caringly.

Bianca smiled up at John. "You're right."

"So what hotel are we at?" Bianca asked as John drove onto the freeway.

"Marriott," John simply answered. "Vinny-Mac always books us in five-star hotels."

"So what's our room like?" Bianca had to ask. She couldn't remember the last time she stayed at a hotel; let alone a five-star one.

"It's a suite, so there's a living room with a TV, and there's the bedroom with a bed and a TV, a dresser, and a balcony," John explained.

Hold up. "Just one bed?" Bianca timidly asked.

"Yeah," John quickly glanced over to Bianca. "I can get a double instead if you want," he offered hastily.

"No," Bianca quickly answered, "it's fine." She turned to smile at John as proof. "It'll be just like our sleepovers, right?"

John grinned at her and nodded. "Right."

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Flashback

"Are you done yet?"

"Almost."

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"…. Now?"

"No!" Bianca exasperatedly turned in her seat at her desk and raised an eyebrow at John. "I'm not going to finish this paper if you keep talking to me!" Although she scolded him, she was still grinning.

John, who was lazily stretched out on Bianca's bed, idly tossing a football, lifted his head from off of the pillow and sheepishly grinned at her. "I thought we were hanging out today?"

"We are hanging out today," Bianca told him matter-of-factly. "After I finish this paper."

"Are you done yet?" John asked again.

"No, John, I'm not done yet," Bianca turned around in her seat and started to type away at her computer. "Just let me finish this sentence and then we're good to go." John waited for about a minute before hearing Bianca press one more key. "There!" She said as she powered down her computer.

"Finally!" John sighed as he slid off of Bianca's bed. He slung his backpack over one shoulder, then hurried over to Bianca. He grinned mischievously at her as he bent forward and easily lifted her over his other shoulder.

Bianca squeaked in surprise as she was lifted off of the ground. "Johnny, what are you doing?"

"Heh," John smirked. "I forgot to tell you; Mom and dad wanted you over for dinner," he said as he started down the stairs.

"You can put me down, you know," Bianca said as John locked the front door behind them and headed across the street. "I can walk there."

"I know," John said casually. "But you might run away." He tightened his hold on her as he made it to his house. He opened the door and headed straight into the kitchen where his parents were fixing dinner. "Delivery," he called out.

John Sr and Carol both turned at the sound of their second son's voice. "John Felix Anthony Cena, you put Bianca down right this minute," Carol scolded.

"Yeah John Felix Anthony Cena," Bianca copied. "You put me down right now." John grinned sheepishly at his mother before setting Bianca down. "Thank you," she said, as she dusted herself off. "Would you like help, Mrs. Cena?"

"No, honey," Carol reassured. "You just sit down with John there. Dinner will be served soon."

"Alright," Bianca nodded as she took her place next to John at the dinner table.

"So Johnny boy," John Sr started from his place at the kitchen sink. "How's football coming along? Are you captain of the team yet?"

The young teenager chuckled at his father. "I'm not captain yet, dad," he said. "But coach says I've been doing real good this year, so the spot is mine next year when I become a senior."

"Are you sure you're going to pass this year?" Bianca joked, and she stuck her tongue out at John when he playfully glared at her.

"Of course I'm going to pass," John said with confidence. "Look who you're talking to," he smirked at her.

Bianca raised an eyebrow at him and stared. They were only juniors in high school but John was already a very busy person. Aside from their numerous advanced classes together and his football practice, John was also aspiring to be a body builder. At first she thought it was funny; John, who was once thin and lanky, suddenly sported bulging muscles and a new hair-do once he became a regular at Hard Nock's Gym. She snorted at him and shook her head.

"So Bianca, anything new with you?" Carol asked at her place by the stove. "Did you try out for the cheerleading team perhaps?"

John started laughing at the horrified face that Bianca made. "Come on, ma," he casually said. "You know that's not Bianca's thing."

Carol giggled at the both of them. "Yes, well, I was just checking. No harm in that," she defended. "So Bianca, are you still on the yearbook committee?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Bianca eagerly replied with great pride. "I'm a secondary editor this year, and if I do well, I'm going to be the chief editor for next year's staff."

"Well, that sounds exciting," Carol commented and Bianca nodded vigorously. "I'm sure that the both of you will do very well this year as long as you both stick together." John and Bianca turned to each other and grinned.

Once dinner had started, the rest of John's brothers joined them at the dinner table. Dinner was loud and entertaining as usual and Bianca felt right at home with them as always.

"Ugh, I'm stuffed!" Bianca patted her belly as she flopped down onto John's bed. "Dude, you need to tell your mom to stop cooking good food. I'm going to get fat," she laughed as she started to poke at her stomach.

"Whatever, Binx," John rolled his eyes at her as he launched himself at her and started to poke at her tummy as well.

Bianca yelped in surprise as he started to tickle and poke at her. "Ahahaha…. John!.. Oh my gosh, stop! I can't breathe… My tummy hurts!" She said between laughs.

Bianca's laughter made John laugh in return, and they were both red in the face once John slowed down his tickling to a stop. "You're too funny," he told her as he got off the bed. He slid his shirt off, unaware of Bianca's timid stare. "I'm gonna take a shower," he told her as he threw the shirt back and headed towards his bathroom.

The shirt landed directly on Bianca's face and she immediately ripped it away from herself. "Eww John! You stink!" She yelled out, grinning. She closed her eyes as she rested against John's pillows, the sound of running water slowly lulling her to sleep.

Half an hour later, John came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. He was surprised to see Bianca there, sound asleep. Quietly slipping on a clean pair of boxers, he headed over to the bed. "Binxie?" He whispered. He didn't mind that Bianca was sleeping on his bed; they'd had many sleepovers there before. What he did mind was the fact that she was sprawled out, and there was no room for him. He'd move her, but she looked so peaceful, that he just couldn't.

"I'm not sleeping," Bianca said softly, eyes still closed. She slowly fluttered her brown eyes open to meet with the blue orbs of John's.

John simply nodded. "Scoot over," he commanded lightly and slid into the bed just as Bianca moved to give him room. He turned the TV on to late night cartoons; one of their favorite things to watch when they had nothing better to do. "You tired?" He asked as he sat up in bed, his back resting against the headboard.

"Just a lil bit," Bianca yawned, her eyes getting droopy even though she fought to keep them open to watch the cartoons. She rested her head against his rib and wrapped an arm around his waist.

John smiled down at her as he gently removed loose strands of hair from Bianca's face. It didn't take long before Bianca was fast asleep, and John couldn't help but think of how comfortable and right it felt to be with her like this.

End Flashback
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"Welcome to my world," John told Bianca as they pulled up to the Marriott in Seattle. John handed the valet the keys to the rental while a bellhop grabbed Bianca's luggage out of the trunk. John tipped them both before leading Bianca into the main lobby of the hotel.

"Wow, this place is nice," Bianca stared around the luxurious lobby in awe. "Do all the hotels that you stay at look like this?"

John grinned and nodded proudly. "Wait til you see our room," he smirked at her, and he led her towards the elevator.

Their suite was on the 25th floor; the very top of the building. The couple made their way down an elegantly decorated lobby before stopping in front of a white door. Sliding the cardkey into the slot, John waited for the light to flash green before opening the door. "After you, Binx," he motioned with his free arm for her to step forward.

Bianca slowly yet eagerly walked into the suite. The living room was very spacious with a large, cushioned sofa. Across from it, propped on the wall was a large flat screen TV complete with surround sound speakers. From the living room, Bianca then made her way into the bathroom, John following close behind. There was a huge porcelain bathtub, and beside it was a separate shower with glass panels and a glass door. The sink was also made of porcelain.

Bianca opened the connecting door that led from the bathroom to the bedroom. The bellhop had already delivered her luggage, and Bianca could see John's clothes and other apparel lying here and there. The bed was a king-size, definitely too big for just one person to sleep on. Across from it was another flat screen TV propped onto the wall. The last stop was the balcony; Bianca slid open the glass door and stepped out into the cool night air. Resting her arms against the railing, she heard the glass door slide shut, and she turned to smile at John. "I could get used to this," she told him.

"And I definitely could get used to this," John replied, pulling her close to him and resting his chin on her head. "I'm so glad you're here, Binx."

Bianca leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him. "Me too, Johnny… Me too." The couple stayed that way in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Bianca slowly pulled away and gazed up at John.

"You tired?" John asked her, noticing the sleepy look in her eyes. Bianca replied with a slight yawn and a nod. "We should go to sleep then. We got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow." John placed a hand on the small of her back and slowly led her back into the bedroom.

Bianca dug through her luggage for clothes and headed into the bathroom to change. By the time she came out dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts, John was already settled into the bed, watching late-night cartoons on the TV. John smiled at her from where he was propped against the pillows and patted the space next to him. Bianca silently made her way to the bed and John wrapped an arm around her as she settled against him, resting her head on his bare chest.

Every so often, Bianca could hear John chuckle at the TV and feel the vibrations coming from his chest; something that slowly lulled her to sleep. By the time the show was over, John gazed down at Bianca only to find her sleeping soundly against him. John gazed down lovingly at her sleeping form and carefully moved so they he could lie comfortably against her. Shutting off the TV, John placed a gentle kiss on Bianca's forehead before switching off the bedside lamp and closing his eyes. Things would definitely get better now that Bianca was there with him.

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