A/N: Hey guys. Once again, I gotta give a huge THANKS to all of you who review. It is greatly appreciated.

Anyways, midterms just finished, thank God. And so for one of my midterm assignments, I had to write a 1,000-word feature story. And guess what I wrote about? ... John Cena.... Hahaha. Yeah, call me crazy, obsessed, whatever. It ended up being 6 pages; about 1,650 words. I hope I get a good grade... Anyway, so since midterms are over with, I finally found time to update. Yay! Enjoy!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 14: Please Don't Leave

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John didn't care that he was half naked and drunk; he stumbled out of that hotel room in just his boxers. He had to find Bianca. He hoped that she hadn't gone too far, but he knew that in his drunken state, he wouldn't be able to find her alone. He needed help and sought out the only people who could.

It was past midnight, but John knocked on that particular door relentlessly. It was wrenched open, and Adam glared at John through sleepy eyes.

"What the hell, Cena," Adam groaned. He had just started to doze off when he heard all of that pounding on the door. Hadn't he just seen John fifteen minutes ago? He frowned at the frantic look on his friend's face and the frown deepened when John started to ramble about losing something.

"Slow down, buddy," Adam said, raising a finger. "What'd you lose?" He was confused. Couldn't John wake him up at a more decent time?

"Bianca!" John practically yelled. "I lost Bianca! We got into a fight earlier today, and I said some things and now she's gone!" It looked like John was about to cry. "Please, you have to help me find her. She doesn't have anywhere to go-"

"Way to wake up the building, John," John looked past Adam to see Amy half asleep, heading towards them.

Nodding towards his girlfriend, Adam patted her butt gently before turning around and heading back to bed. Amy could help John; she was good at that kind of stuff.

"Amy," John started, turning his attention to the red-headed diva. "Bianca's gone. You gotta help me find her…Please."

Amy leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She looked him up and down and snorted when she realized John was in just his boxers. "You really couldn't wait, huh," she shook her head at him, smiling slightly. "Bianca's fine. Don't worry about her."

John's eyes lit up with hope. "You've seen her? Where is she? What'd she say?"

Amy said nothing as she retreated into the room, John following after her. She led him towards the sofa and motioned her hands towards it. "Ta-da," she said quietly.

John peeked over the back of the sofa to see Bianca sleeping peacefully on it. He let out a breath that he didn't even know he held and sighed in relief. He stood there silently, just thinking about how scared he was that she walked out. He felt his whole body relax immediately.

"I'm surprised she didn't wake up from all of that ruckus you were making earlier," Amy whispered. "I saw her walking down the hallway with all her luggage, so I asked where she was going. She just told me she had to leave, but I persuaded her to at least spend the night here."

"Thanks," John said gratefully. If Amy hadn't intervened, who knows where Bianca would be now?

"She seemed really depressed when I brought her back from the arena," Amy started. "What happened?" She turned to John curiously.

John simply shrugged. "We got into a fight in the locker room."

Amy only nodded, not wanting to push the subject further. "Well, champ, you should get some rest," she said, patting John on the arm and escorting him to the door.

"Thanks, Amy," John said again as he stepped out. "I don't know what I'd do if Bianca really did leave."

"No problemo," Amy replied, smiling softly. "Go to sleep. You and Bianca can work things out in the morning."

John nodded and bid Amy good night before heading back to his own room. Although it was uncomfortable to sleep by himself (for he had gotten so used to being snuggled up next to Bianca), the fact that Bianca was just down the hall was enough for him to drift off into a decent slumber.

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Bianca woke up to pain in her neck. Clutching the side of her neck, she sat up and winced at the stiffness. Damn sofa. Twisting her head to the left, then to the right, she let out a satisfied moan as she felt her neck pop loudly.

"Ooh, that was a good one," Bianca turned her head to the sound of the voice and saw Amy enter the room with two mugs of steaming liquid. She handed one to Bianca, who smiled thankfully at her. "So how'd you sleep?"

"As good as anyone who sleeps on a couch," Bianca slightly kidded, still rubbing the back of her neck. "But thanks for letting me stay here, Amy," Bianca said with a sad smile.

"Sure thing," Amy nodded. "So what are you gonna do now?"

Bianca shrugged. John didn't want her there, but she didn't have a home. What was she going to do? "Fly back to Cali."

"Why?" Amy frowned, setting her mug down on the coffee table and taking a seat across from the brunette.

"I can't stay. I did something really bad, and now John doesn't want me here," Bianca explained shortly.

"What'd you do? Kiss another guy? Cheat on him?" Amy asked curiously.

"No, I would never do that," Bianca quickly defended. "I just did something stupid, and he's mad at me for it."

Amy simply nodded. "You should go talk to him and work things out," she suggested. "Whatever it was that you did, I'm sure he'll forgive you."

"I don't think he'd want to see me," Bianca replied, lowering her head sadly.

"Trust me," Amy started. "He does." Bianca stared up at her quizzically and waited for the redhead to continue. "You really didn't hear anything last night, huh."

"I'm a heavy sleeper," Bianca said cautiously. What was Amy going on about?

"So you didn't hear the excessive pounding or yelling last night?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bianca frowned and shook her head. "No. Did something happen?"

At this, Amy chuckled lightly. "Oh, you don't even know," she grinned, thinking about the previous night. "John came banging on the door, in all his drunken, half-naked glory, way past midnight rambling about something. He was looking for you; he thought you really left," she shook her head in amusement. "He was seriously about to cry. It was kinda cute."

"Oh," was all Bianca could say. But was that really enough to get her to stay? John was drunk; he could have easily forgotten that he was angry with her. Bianca didn't know what to do.

"Look," Amy started, placing a comforting hand on Bianca's shoulder, "I can't force you to stay if you really intend on leaving. But if you're really gonna go, at least say bye to John."

Bianca nodded slowly. "Okay, I will. Thanks for everything, Amy," she said, pulling the diva into a hug. It was then that Bianca had made up her mind.

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The contents of John's stomach emptied out into the toilet bowl with a sickening splat as he threw up. Never again, he cursed himself as he reached up to flush the toilet. Never again was John Cena going to drink… Yeah right.

It was times like this that had John wishing he had his mommy—or at least someone who would take care of him. He closed his eyes, trying to fight off the hangover.

"You okay?" John felt a hand run circles over his bare back and he visibly relaxed.

Opening his eyes, John groggily turned to face Bianca, who was kneeling next to him in concern. "Binxie," he whimpered, immediately squinting his eyes at the brightly lit room.

"How much did you have to drink last night?" Bianca worriedly frowned.

"I don't remember," John quickly said, turning back towards the toilet and throwing up again. Bianca winced painfully at the sound, slowly running her hand over his back to soothe him.

"Ugh," John groaned, as he started dry heaving. He wished Bianca didn't see him like this. He was usually a smart drinker, but he was so angry the night before, that he was careless.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" Bianca offered.

"Just water…" John whispered hoarsely. "Lots and lots of water…"

"Okay," Bianca nodded. John heard her get up, and Bianca came back a moment later with a large glass of water. "Here," she nudged John with the glass, which he took and guzzled down quickly. "Hey, slow down," she cautioned and turned her head away as John vomited violently into the toilet again.

"Shit," John shuddered, tears forming in his eyes from the burning in his throat and stomach. He sighed heavily as he stayed put.

All Bianca could do was sit next to him for support. After a good fifteen minutes, Bianca watched as John slowly flushed the toilet and scooted away from it. He finished the rest of the water in the glass, this time taking his sweet time to savor the liquid. He set the glass down and let out a sigh.

"Are you done?" Bianca asked, observing her fiancé.

John looked at her wearily and nodded. Bianca stood up and helped John to stand as well. Before Bianca could lead him anywhere, John pulled her tightly against him. "I'm so sorry, Binx," he said, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Bianca pulled away slightly and shook her head, giving him a small smile. Now wasn't the time for apologies. "Come on," she grabbed him by the hand and slowly led him into the bedroom. "You need to sleep this hangover off." She watched John slowly climb into the bed.

John let out a sigh of relief as he lay on his stomach, his body stretched out across the mattress. He felt the bed sink and turned his head to see Bianca sitting next to him, resting her back against the headboard. Silently, John scooted over and wrapped an arm around Bianca's waist, resting his head in her lap. "Please don't leave," he mumbled quietly, and he dozed off before Bianca could answer.

Bianca smiled down at him, continuously running her fingers lightly over his scalp as he slept.

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John had been sleeping soundly for a few hours now, and Bianca silently removed herself from the bed, careful not to wake him. She was confident that he'd be okay by himself, and with that in thought, she slipped out the door.

Bianca hurried down the hallway but was stopped short at the sound of her name. "Bianca!"

She turned around curiously and smiled brightly, advancing towards the person. "Hi Sam! What are you doing here?"

Samantha Speno embraced Bianca in a friendly hug. "I'm here to see Randy, duh!" She giggled, pulling away. "Where are you going? And where's John?" She looked around for the WWE champion.

"I'm gonna go grab some food for me and John before he wakes up. He had a really bad hangover this morning," Bianca explained.

"Ooh, can I join you?" Sam asked, and she clapped her hands excitedly when Bianca nodded in response.

After asking the usual questions one would ask a friend after not seeing them in so long, the two girls sat at a table in a Chinese Take-out place, waiting for their food to be ready.

"… I would have flew in earlier, but Randy was back in LA for some promos," Samantha explained. "Aside from that, I heard he got to tour the building for the LA Times. That's pretty cool," she said obliviously, repeating what her boyfriend had told her.

"Oh really?" Bianca asked, raising an eyebrow. "That is interesting."

"Yeah, he said he got to talk to one of the editors and everything," Sam continued.

Bianca forced a smile on her face and nodded. So this was all Randy's fault. Bianca made a mental note to have a little talk with the Legend Killer the next time she'd see him.

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John snuggled his face into the pillow and reached an arm out over the empty space on the bed. Huh? Immediately, John's head snapped up, causing him to wince slightly. Although he still felt groggy, he felt much, much better than that morning.

"Bianca?" he called out, but nothing. He looked around in confusion. How long was he asleep? And where was Bianca? He almost freaked out about her leaving him for real this time, but he caught glimpse of her luggage in the far corner of the room and relaxed. So she is still here.

Sliding out of bed, John stretched out and scrunched his face. He smelled like puke and he felt gross. The least he could do was take a shower before Bianca came back. And with that, he grabbed a clean towel from the rack and headed into the bathroom.

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"Bye, Sam! I'll see you later," Bianca called out before entering the hotel room. She set the food down on the coffee table before heading into the bedroom. The bed was empty and the shower was running. She nodded her head approvingly; so John felt better after all. That was a good thing. Bianca retreated back into the living area, where she sat on the sofa to think about what Sam had said.

So it was Randy who tipped John off about her losing her job. Bianca shook her head and scoffed. She knew Randy was up to no good. And to think that she was actually starting to get used to his arrogant ass.

Oh, she was going to talk to him, alright. And she was going to tell him exactly what was on her mind.

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When John left the bathroom, his nose immediately caught the sweet scent of Chinese take-out. "Food," he moaned as he followed his nose to the living room. His eyes widened at the variety of entrees that Bianca set out on the table.

"I figured you'd be hungry," Bianca said, smiling sheepishly at him.

John grinned at her, patting his stomach. "I'm starving," he told her, taking a seat next to her.

Bianca motioned for him to start, and they sat there eating quietly.

The silence had gone on for what seemed like forever, and John was starting to get antsy. Yes, they've eaten in silence before, but it was never awkward until now. He glanced over at Bianca, who was concentrating on her food, and wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to break the silence, but he didn't know how.

"I'm really sorry, Johnny," Bianca suddenly spoke. John stared at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to continue. "I shouldn't have lied to you."

"Why'd you lie anyway?" John asked calmly, not wanting to spark another argument.

"Because I didn't want you to worry about me," Bianca said truthfully. "And I didn't want you to be disappointed in me either."

John nodded his understanding. "I'm sorry too, Binx," he started. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just so angry that you kept this from me. I should have handled the situation better."

"Me too," Bianca admitted. She looked up at him timidly. "Are you still mad?"

The corner of John's mouth twitched in a slight smile. "A little," he confessed, nodding his head slightly.

"Oh," Bianca lowered her head. I guess I deserve that, she thought to herself.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want you here with me," John added quickly. "I freaked out last night, you know, because I thought you really left."

Bianca looked up at him sheepishly. "I know. Amy told me about it this morning. I'm really sorry, Johnny. I thought you wanted me to leave."

"That's not what I want at all," he emphasized. "I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me, Binx. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably go crazy," Bianca joked slightly, and John chuckled. She was joking, that was a good thing. "So are we okay now?" Bianca looked up hopefully at her fiancé.

"Yeah, we're okay," John nodded in agreement. "But hold up," he said, as he stood up and disappeared into the bedroom.

Bianca stared at John curiously when he came back. John grinned down at her and kneeled in front of her. Silently, he held up her engagement ring to her and slid it back onto her left ring finger. "There," he said in finality as he placed a soft kiss on her ring. He looked up at her affectionately. "No more lies?"

"No more lies," Bianca repeated in confirmation. Little did John know, that statement was a lie in itself.

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A/N: Next on Pinky Promise... Bianca confronts Randy... Dun dun dunnn