A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews on the previous chapter! You guys are so awesome. But anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you'll keep reading..

Disclaimer: Same as before- I. Don't. Own. John. Cena.

Pinky Promise

Chapter 4: Win-Win Situation

Bianca could not sit still; she was just too excited for the show later that night. It was RAW for crying out loud. Backstage! She had paced around her condo, from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the balcony. She was trying to waste time, but time was just going so damn slow.

"What to do, what to do." She still had some hours before John would be picking her up (he had insisted that he drive her to the arena). Bianca continued to pace, waiting for an idea to pop into her head; and soon, one did. Silently leaving her condo, she made her way down the stairs to where the mailboxes were. Using the key to open her box, Bianca found that she had a stack of mail waiting for her.

Bianca waited to get back to her condo before taking a look at her mail. Rent, electricity bill, water bill, phone bill.. The usual. But there was another envelope. "Ka-ching!" Bianca cheered as she realized what the last envelope held. She ripped it open excitedly and pulled out her paycheck. Her face fell, however, when she noticed that she was being paid half of what she normally made. And her face faltered even more when she realized that there was something else in that envelope. "A pink slip? They fired me?" She looked on in disbelief as she read the words on the paper. "Fuck!" She hissed in frustration as she crumpled the pink slip and slid down to sit on the sofa.

Yes, Bianca hated that job, but she needed it. It was her only source of money, and now it was gone. Now what was she going to do? She only had enough money to pay for the pending bills, but then what? Eventually, she would have to give up her condo. Then where would she live? On the streets? She couldn't go back to her parents' place; they would never let her live this down. What was she going to do?

"Let's get married." She heard John's voice echo in her mind, but she shook her head at it. No; she couldn't. She wouldn't marry him. But John had money. He had a home. And like he had told her ten years ago, they would get to live together, and it would be fun.

Bianca had sat there for what seemed like forever, trying to weigh the pros and cons. So far, the pros of marrying John outweighed the cons by a long run, but for all the wrong reasons. But she really didn't have a choice; she was jobless and only had enough money to pay off the bills. She needed this, regardless of how guilty she felt.

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By the time John came around to pick her up, Bianca had tried to forget about her predicament and forced a smile on her face. "Hey John," she greeted as normally as she could as she closed the door behind her.

"Hey," John smiled at her, but his smile disappeared when he noticed how strained Bianca looked. "You okay, Binx?" He asked as they made their way out of the building and into the parking lot.

"Yeah, of course," Bianca smiled reassuringly. "I'm just nervous is all," she explained. "I mean, it's RAW. I get to see you work. How cool is that?"

"Yeah, that is pretty cool," John joked around and gave Bianca a prideful smile as they got into his rental. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed out towards the Staples Center for the show.

There was an uncomfortable silence as John drove on the freeway. It would take a good 45 minutes to get to the arena. "Are you sure you're okay?" He chanced a glance at Bianca, only to find her leaning her head against the window, staring out at nothing in particular.

"Mmhmm," she answered dully, not moving from her position. As much as she tried to put it in the back of her mind, she could not stop thinking about what would happen to her now that she was out of a job.

John could tell straight away that something was up. Bianca never acted like this unless something was really bothering her. "Come on, Binx," he coaxed. "Talk to me. Tell me what's on your mind."

It took a while before Bianca responded. It's now or never, she thought to herself before letting out a sigh. "Johnny, can I ask you something?" She finally shifted her body and turned her head to face him. John simply nodded, not taking his eyes off of the road. "Why do you want to marry me? Besides the pinky promise?" She said the last part before John could get his two cents in. Bianca watched John carefully, noticing the small smile that was starting to form on his lips.

"I bought a house in Tampa, you know," John started. "But I haven't been there in weeks."

Bianca stared at him oddly. What did that have to do with anything? "Um.. okay?"

John's smile widened slightly. "You want to know why?" He took a moment to glance at her, seeing her nod slowly in reply. "Because no one is there waiting for me."

"So you want to marry me so I could watch your house while you're away," Bianca stated more than asked. "If that's the case, then why don't you just hire me as a housekeeper instead?" At least that way, she'd be making money, right?

John couldn't help but chuckle. "No, that's not it." Bianca looked on in confusion. "Remember back in high school, when you would always wait for me to finish football practice?"

"Yeah," Bianca said hesitantly. What did football practice have to do with marriage? She really didn't know where John was going with all this.

"I miss that," he simply explained. "I miss having you wait for me so we could go home together. That's why I want to marry you; so that I have someone to come home to." John turned to look at Bianca and gave her a genuine smile, "so that I can come home to you. Just like the old days."

Bianca couldn't help the small smile that formed on her own lips. "Oh." It was typical of John to be sweet like that, and she'd be lying if she said that she didn't miss the high school days where she would wait for John. "Anything else?" She asked eagerly.

"Other than the fact that I've missed you terribly these last ten years," John began, "no, I can't really think of anything else." He turned to give Bianca a wide grin.

Bianca smiled in return and slowly turned her head back to gaze out the window. They fell into another silence that was much more comfortable than before. So John wanted someone to come home to, and Bianca needed a home to stay in; it was a win-win situation after all, and Bianca was starting not to feel so bad.

"So Binx, can I ask you something?" John asked and waited for Bianca's acknowledgement before continuing. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Yes," Bianca answered straight away. Her suddenness surprised John slightly, and he couldn't help but to anticipate her upcoming words.

"And?" He urged on as he forced himself to keep his eyes on the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, dying to hear her answer.

"And," Bianca continued, "I really miss our high school days too. It'll be fun to live together again. I'd love to be the one that you come home to."

"So is that a yes?" John's eyes widened with excitement.

Bianca chuckled. "Yes."

"So you'll marry me?" John had to ask again, in case he wasn't hearing properly.

"Yes," Bianca repeated as her smile got bigger.

"Really?!" John eagerly looked at her to see if he could catch any hint of a lie on her face, and he found none.

"Yes, John Cena," Bianca laughed heartily. "I'll marry you."

John was truly elated and said nothing as he took the nearest ramp off the freeway.

"Where are we going? The arena is that way," Bianca asked confused as she pointed back towards the freeway.

"We're gonna go get you your engagement ring," he looked back at her and grinned excitedly. He knew just the place to go.

Bianca's eyes widened. "Are you serious!?"

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