Author's Note: Hey everyone. Lin here. So I was pleasantly surprised to see that people actually read, reviewed, and favorited this story. Especially since All We Are already has 5 chapters, and only 2 reviews :(. hint hint, nudge nudge (maybe you should go read and review that story too).. But anyway.. Thanks to those who took their time to review!! So now the pressure is on to write a good story for you all.

And here's some good news... In this chapter, you get to find out exactly what the pinky promise is!! Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own John Cena... Just a whole bunch of his mechandise...

Pinky Promise

Chapter 2: Promises

When John and Bianca left Starbucks, it was still early, and the two decided to spend the rest of the day back at Bianca's condo.

"Sorry," she apologized once they both stepped into the living room. "It's messy," she simply said as she tried to clear up what she could. She fixed the pillows on the sofa and organized the coffee table. "Have a seat," she tried to be a good host as she motioned for John to sit down.

As John sat on the sofa, he looked around the apartment. No matter how messy the apartment was, there was a feeling to it that made John feel at home. "Nice place," he called out to Bianca, who was in the kitchen fixing drinks.

"Thanks," Bianca replied once she returned, handing John a glass of water. She took a seat next to him and turned to face him. "It's not much, and it's a total mess, but I like it here."

"You ever think about going back to the New?" John asked as he gazed out the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. They sky was slowly turning orange as the sun was starting to set.

"All the time," Bianca answered honestly as she let her eyes follow where John was looking. "But I can't leave because my job is here," she smiled sadly. "But West Newbury will always be my home."

"We should visit," John suggested. "When I have a few days off, I could take you with me. We could stay at my dad's place. He'd love to see you. My brothers too."

Bianca smiled at the thought of Johnny Fabulous (John's dad) and the rest of the Cena siblings whom she all grew up with and considered her as family. "I'd really like that," she said dreamily.

Growing up, the Cena house was the place to be. Bianca was always lonely at home because her parents were always working, so she spent most of her days with the Cenas. Although John's mom, Carol, worked during the day, Johnny Fabulous did not. Most days were spent with Johnny Fabulous refereeing wrestling matches between his sons while Bianca videotaped them. There were also days where they would all play touch football and days where they would play whiffle ball. Every day of the week, there was something going on at the Cena house, and Bianca was always there to participate.

"Hey Binx?" Bianca's reminiscent thoughts were broken at the sound of John calling her name.

"Hm?"

"Remember that promise we made back at the beginning of senior year?" John asked suddenly.

"Which one?" They had made many promises back then. Promises to be best friends forever, promises to never forget each other, promises to wait for John to finish football practice, promises to help Bianca stay up to finish her projects that were due the next day. There were so many promises that they made, and none were ever broken.

"The pinky promise." Despite all of those, there was only one that was a pinky promise, and Bianca could remember it all so clearly...

flashback

Bianca sat at the bleachers, her knees drawn to her chest, as she silently cried while waiting for John to finish football practice. Since he was the captain, he had to stay a little later than the rest of the team.

"Binxie, what's wrong?" John approached her, still clad in his football attire, covered in mud and sweat. He placed a hand on Bianca's shoulder, and her tear-streaked face slowly rose to look at him with sad eyes.

"Brent.. He.. He broke up with me," Bianca said before burying her face in her arms and sobbing.

"So that's why he was avoiding me," John pondered. Brent was another football player who had been dating Bianca for a little over a year. John sighed as he sat next to his friend and started to gently rub circles into her back to soothe her. "You want me to beat him up for you?" He was serious; no one made Bianca cry and got away with it.

"No.. He's not worth it," he heard Bianca mumble through her tears.

John smiled. "Then he's not worth you crying over him," he reasoned. Bianca looked up at John, and he opened his arms to receive her in a much-needed hug.

"I really liked him, Johnny," Bianca said softly as she buried her face into his chest for comfort. The fact that he was still sweaty from practice was the last thing on her mind as she held onto him. "I don't get it.. Why would he leave me?"

"He's an idiot, Binx," John softly patted Bianca's hair. "I didn't like him anyway," he said, trying to make her feel better.

Bianca pulled away from him enough to look into his eyes. "If you didn't like him, then why didn't you say anything when we started going out?" She frowned. "You know your opinion means a lot to me."

John only shrugged. "If what I think really means that much to you, trust me," he said, a smirk forming on his face, "no guy would ever be good enough to be your boyfriend."

Bianca scoffed, although smiling slightly through her tears. "You really think that?" She asked, her gloom slowly dissipating. John silently replied with a salute. "Oh no," she said, rolling her eyes. "Then I'll be single forever." Bianca playfully shuddered.

"Yeah right.. Guys are gonna be all over you, Binx," John said softly, causing Bianca to stare at him oddly. "But I'll tell you what," he suddenly said, holding her hands in his own. "Ten years from now, if we're both single, I'm gonna marry you," the tone of his voice showed that he wasn't joking.

"What?" Bianca gawked at him in disbelief.

"Ten years," John started again. "Let's get married. Then we can show all those motherfuckers what they're missing out on," he grinned at her. "We're gonna have fun, Binx. We get to live together, and we can hang out all day. Ten years from now, Binx, I promise you. Let's get married," he softly tugged on her hands reassuringly.

It took a few seconds before a grin broke out on Bianca's face. Living with John didn't sound bad at all. Besides, they were best friends, and she couldn't imagine her life without him. It would be fun. "Promise?"

"Pinky promise," John held out his pinky finger, and soon, Bianca's own pinky was linked with his.

"Pinky promise," she repeated...

end flashback

"What about it?" Bianca replied, suddenly getting nervous as her throat started to dry up.

"It's been ten years, and we're both single," John implied, turning to look at Bianca. "Let's get married," he suggested as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Bianca looked at him incredulously. "You're crazy."

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Author's Note: So that's the 2nd chapter, and that's the pinky promise. So what do you think? Did you like it?

In the next chapter: Bianca's complete reaction to John's proposal, and quite possibly, her answer to it as well.

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