A/N: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!! So I totally jinxed myself the last time. Hahaha. Just when I say that updating shouldn't be a problem, what happens? Writer's Block! Ugh, so this chapter has been a bitch to write. I hope it's decent. If not, the story will get better in time. Hahaha. I have it all planned out in my head.. Kinda.. Well anyways, enjoy..

Disclaimer: ... is still the same...

Pinky Promise

Chapter 6: Skeptical

"And this is my locker room," John motioned at the heavy metal door in front of them. After meeting everyone in catering, he decided to give Bianca a tour of the rest of the backstage area, and his locker room was the last stop. He turned the handle and opened the door, letting Bianca in first, before closing the door behind him.

"This is cool," Bianca commented as she circled the locker room before making her way back to John. She sat on one of the benches and watched as John dug through his duffel bag, pulling out a white Chain Gang t-shirt. Bianca's eyes widened when John casually took his shirt off. She could feel herself blushing, not knowing whether or not to turn away. John had taken his shirt off in front of her many times before whenever they would wrestle, play football, and whiffle ball with his siblings, and she had seen him in skimpy thongs during his bodybuilding competitions, but she hadn't blushed then. Why now? Bianca couldn't answer that. She forced herself to look away just as John slipped on his white Chain Gang shirt. "So," she started, trying to rid herself of the awkward feelings. She noticed another duffel bag in the room. "Who else is in here?"

"Randy Orton," John answered as he took a seat next to Bianca to lace up his new pair of white Reeboks. "He's a cool guy. I've known him since my days at OVW."

Bianca smiled lightly. "I know." She remembered watching a few OVW matches on TV featuring Randy Orton versus the Prototype. "You've both come a long way from then. I'm proud of you, John," John smiled appreciatively at her, laying a hand over hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

There was a knock on the door before it swung open to reveal the man that they were just talking about. Both John and Bianca snapped their attention towards the door. "Oops," Randy said jokingly as he stood in the doorway and covered his eyes with his hands. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he trailed off.

"Nah," John said quickly. Randy removed his hands from his eyes and smirked at the couple. John stood up, Bianca following. "Bianca, this is Randy Orton," he introduced as he led her towards the Legend Killer. "Randy, this is Bianca Evans, my fiancée." Bianca stuck her hand out for Randy to shake.

"Fiancée?" Randy stared down at the dark-haired woman inquisitively. Intimidated, Bianca slowly let her hand back down to her side. "I didn't even know you had a girlfriend," he focused his question towards John. Something suspicious was going on. Randy and John were boys, and Randy was always the first to know when John found a new girl. But suddenly, John had a fiancée? It just didn't make sense, and Randy wasn't buying it.

"Yeah, well," John casually started, "we wanted to keep things on a down low, 'na mean?" Bianca snorted; she always found it funny how John could switch on his ghetto talk. John grinned down at her sheepishly.

Randy raised an eyebrow as he watched the couple. Down low, huh? Randy and his girlfriend Sam's relationship was on a down low; even still, John and his other close friends knew about her. "So," Randy started to rummage through his duffel bag. "How long have you guys been together?" He glanced at Bianca challengingly.

Bianca hesitated. "A while," she replied softly. Randy gave her a hard stare and Bianca looked up at John for help.

"How long has it been now," John started, nudging Bianca on the arm. "A few years?"

Bianca laughed weakly. "That long already? Gee, seems like just yesterday, when you first asked me to be your girlfriend," she continued to feed fire to the lie. She looked to Randy and gave him her sweetest, fakest smile yet.

"A few years, huh," Randy nodded, still inquisitive. "Funny; didn't you and Liz break up just a few years ago?" Oh yeah, Randy was on to them.

Bianca stared up at John wide-eyed. John had to think of something, fast. "Yeah, but Bianca was there to pick up the pieces," John gazed down at Bianca lovingly and gave her a wink that Randy did not see. "Isn't that right, Binx?" Bianca gave a strained smile and nodded, clinging onto John's arm for comfort.

"So how'd you guys meet?" Randy still was skeptical. How could John hide his girlfriend from his friends for three years? It just wasn't possible. He needed to keep asking questions; there was bound to be a slip-up somewhere.

"We grew up together in the New," John answered. "Been best friends since we were babies."

Randy smirked. "Well, isn't that cute." Picking up a water bottle, Randy headed towards the door. "Sam's in town," Randy said as he turned around to face John. "I'm sure she'd love to go on a double-date."

"Sure," John said, and looked at Bianca expectantly. She simply nodded in reply and the couple turned to Randy and smiled.

Randy nodded in return before exiting the locker room, leaving John and Bianca alone once again.

"So," Bianca started, awkwardly. "He's uhh.. pretty interesting," she said, trying to find the right words to use. In all honesty, Bianca thought Randy was quite intimidating. "Does he always ask so many questions?"

John chuckled at Bianca as he started to stretch in preparation for his match. "You'll get used to him. He's my best friend... aside from you, of course," John added the last part hastily, grinning at her.

Bianca playfully rolled her eyes at him, feeling much more comfortable than she had previously. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

After a few more minutes of stretching, a stagehand had informed John that his match would be in fifteen minutes. Grabbing his championship belt, John had led Bianca to the gorilla position to wait. Bianca propped herself up on a crate and glanced up at the flat screen TV before gazing down at John excitedly. "This is so cool," she squealed, taking in the whole experience. She reached a hand towards John's title, giving the diamond logo a spin. John chuckled at her childishness.

"Ready?" The couple turned to see Adam and Amy walking towards them. Bianca smiled as they acknowledged her. Unlike Randy, Adam and Amy seemed genuinely friendly towards her.

"Of course I'm ready," John smirked at them. "The champ is always ready." He hoisted the belt further up his shoulder in emphasis, and Bianca playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"You're up first, man," Adam told him, motioning his head towards the ramp.

John nodded before turning to face Bianca. "Wish me luck," he grinned at her coyly.

Bianca silently pulled John into a hug. "Good luck," she said softly, patting him on the back twice. John pulled away from her with a wide grin on his face.

"What, no kiss?" A teasing voice said. They all turned to see Randy making his way towards them. "Good luck, you two," he told John and Adam before reverting his attention back towards Bianca, raising an eyebrow at her in question.

"He won't get a kiss unless he wins," Bianca replied smartly, then turned back to John to playfully stick her tongue out at him.

"That's not fair," Adam chuckled. "Because I'm gonna kick his ass tonight," he smirked at them.

John jokingly waved his hand in front of his face in a you can't see me fashion, and Bianca laughed as she grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "Would you at least kiss my boo boos after the match?" John asked childishly, causing his friends to laugh at them.

Bianca snorted. "Maybe," she answered with a mischievous glint in her eyes. They heard his theme music playing throughout the arena, and Bianca stared up at John expectantly. "That's you," she sang, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Good luck, Johnny."

"Thanks," he grinned at her before pulling away. He waved at his other friends before making his way out onto the ramp. They watched on the flat screen TV as John hyped up the crowd as he headed into the ring.

"And that's us," Amy said as the chorus to Alter Bridge's Metalingus started to play. Bianca nodded and smiled at the couple and watched as they headed down the ramp hand-in-hand.

Bianca watched the flat screen in fascination as John and Adam locked up in the middle of the ring. It was amazing how they could fool around backstage, but once inside the ring, they were the Champ John Cena versus Edge and Lita, the rated-R couple; sworn enemies. Bianca noticed Randy standing somewhere near her, his gaze intent on the television screen as well. As intimidating as he was, Randy was still John's friend, and the least Bianca could do was make an effort in befriending him too, even if their first impressions weren't so great. "So, do you have a match tonight too?" She timidly asked.

Startled by her sudden inquisition, Randy turned to her and smirked. "Of course. Don't I always," he said haughtily. Randy decided that he didn't like Bianca. She was a nice girl and all, but he didn't trust her. A sudden engagement could only be the sign of a gold digger at work, and Randy wasn't about to let that happen to his best friend. But he would be subtle about it for now, until he could rat her out for sure.

Bianca could tell by the tone of Randy's voice that he wasn't too fond of her, but she didn't know why. Still, she continued to try to talk to him, if only for John's sake. "So who are you going up against tonight?" It was a stupid question to ask, especially since she watched RAW weekly and was up to date with the storylines.

"You should know," Randy answered back. "Don't you watch wrestling?" He challenged.

"Of course I do," Bianca shot back. "I was just asking," she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, and instead let out a soft "geez" that Randy hadn't picked up. She opted to ignore him as she reverted her attention back to John's match.

In the ring, John and Adam were trading blow for blow, and soon, John was gaining the upper hand. He was giving Adam clothesline after clothesline, and once Adam was lying still in the middle of the ring, John bent over him and waved his hand in front of his face while the crowd cheered, "you can't see me". He ran towards the ropes to gain momentum for the five-knuckle shuffle, but just as his back hit the ropes, Amy had tripped him from where she stood near the ring.

Furious, John turned around to glare at her and Amy started to taunt him. Just as John turned his attention back towards his opponent, Adam had launched himself at John, spearing him into a nearby turnbuckle. Adam proceeded to take aim at John's head as he threw fist after fist. John struggled to stand against him, but as soon as he did, he was throwing his own punches. John gave Adam a kick to the mid-section before bending over and picking him up in a fireman's carry. The crowd started to cheer in realization of what was to come, and the arena got louder once John executed the FU.

John went for the pin, but the referee wasn't there. Amy was busy distracting him, and John let out a loud sigh of frustration as he got up and headed towards them to get the ref's attention. John didn't get very far, however, as Adam pulled him back and gave him a very hard knock to the head, sending him straight to the ground. Adam got on him and continued to punch to make sure that he stayed down before climbing up the nearest turnbuckle and jumping off it, landing directly onto John. Adam went for the cover, and by this time, the ref made his way over to them, slapping his hand down on the mat three times. The ref stood up and signaled for the bell to be rung; Adam had won the match.

Adam and Amy taunted John a little more before making their way back to the gorilla. "You guys were great out there," Bianca jumped off of the crate and headed towards them, smiling brightly.

"Just great?" Adam playfully raised an eyebrow at her and Amy punched him lightly in the arm, both grinning widely.

"Okay, awesome; you guys were awesome," Bianca sarcastically corrected herself. Just then, John had finally made his way back and Bianca rushed up to him. "Johnny! You were awesome too," she gazed at him with wide eyes. John just gave her a strained smile as he clutched onto his temple. "Are you alright?" She asked concerned. She removed John's hand from his face only to replace it with her own, her thumb running over a bump that was starting to form.

John winced lightly but nodded and smiled at her reassuringly. "I've had much worse, trust me. Let's head back to the locker room." He placed a hand on her lower back and led her away. "Bye guys," he smiled and waved at his friends as they walked away.

"Bye," Bianca waved at Amy and Adam, then turned her head to see Randy still standing there, watching the screen. She figured she could be nice one more time. "Good luck on your match, Randy," she called out.

Randy snorted and smirked, but never took his eyes off of the screen. "Thanks," he said shortly. It wasn't much of a reply, but it was enough to form a small smile on Bianca's face. If John could be friends with Randy, then Bianca could try too.

Once in the locker room, John headed directly to the shower stall, throwing his clothes off as they landed aimlessly on the ground. Bianca playfully rolled her eyes and sighed as she started to pick up after him. "You're still the same, John," she said to herself as she heard him start the shower. Folding his clothes, she neatly placed them atop his duffel bag and proceeded to sit on the bench closest to the TV that was situated in the corner of the room to watch the current match.

"Ooh," Bianca winced as she watched Randy fall victim to Shawn Michaels' Sweet Chin Music. But of course, Randy would find a way to cheat his way to victory, and sure enough, he did. By the time the ref had signaled for the bell to ring, John had finished his shower and walked back out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's happening now?" John asked Bianca, referring to the match.

Bianca turned around and opened her mouth to answer him, but her eyes widened in embarrassment at John's lack of clothes and she snapped her head back to the TV. "Randy just won," she answered quickly.

"Oh." John made his way over to his duffel bag and proceeded to change into his clothes right then and there. Bianca could hear him shuffling somewhere behind her, and she kept her face forward on the TV, not daring to move her head even just a bit.

"I'm done," she heard John chuckle and she slowly turned to see John fully clothed in another Chain Gang shirt and denim shorts. He sat next to her and they watched in comfortable silence until the end of the show. John stood up and stretched before smiling lazily at Bianca and extending a hand out to her. "Shall we?" Bianca smiled at him as she took his hand, and he effortlessly pulled her up and led her out of the locker room.

After saying their goodbyes to the other wrestlers and grabbing a small bite to eat, they realized how late it was getting and were headed back to Bianca's condo.

"Thank you for today, John," Bianca smiled appreciatively at him as they stood in front of her door. "I had a lot of fun."

"Me too," John grinned at her, flashing his dimples. "But hey, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Bianca was taken back by the sudden question, but took a moment to think. "I'm having lunch with my parents."

"Oh." Although John tried to hide his disappointment, it did not go unnoticed.

"Wanna come with?" Bianca asked, smiling knowingly at him.

John tried to stop a grin from forming on his face. "Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude," he trailed off, hiding his eagerness.

"You're not intruding," Bianca rolled her eyes at him. "It'll be fine," she told him reassuringly. "I'm sure they'd love to see you again. Besides," she raised her left hand and pointed at the engagement ring. "We kinda have a lot to talk about."

John grinned at her and nodded. "You're right. We do have a lot to talk about."

"So I'll see you tomorrow then?" Bianca raised her eyebrows at him hopefully and John chuckled.

"Yeah, definitely," he nodded. "Tomorrow." And he couldn't wait.

--

A/N: Review?

In the next chapter... Lunch with Bianca's parents... Dun dun dunnnn...