A/N: I'm baaack.. Super long delay, I know. College; you understand. As usual, thank you all so very much for actually reading this story and reviewing. I'll admit, I'm somewhat dwindling on the inspiration, but it's getting better. Anyway, I figured I'd post a chapter before I go on my Thanksgiving holiday- you guys deserve it. By the way, is anyone else SUPER DEE DUPERLY GLAD that RANDY ORTON is back? And JOHN CENA is coming back today!! Yeah, definitely a good time to update. Haha. Okie dokie... ENJOY!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 15: This is War

John Cena sat quietly as he sipped on the cup of coffee that was needed to get him through the day. He jumped slightly when the cell phone on the table started to ring loudly. He looked at it in annoyance before glancing at the open bedroom door expectantly. He knew Bianca could hear her phone ringing, but just like yesterday, and the day before that, she chose to ignore it. Letting out a frustrated growl, John set his coffee down on the table. "Bianca!"

"Yes?" Bianca's head poked out of the bedroom door timidly.

"Aren't you going to answer this?" It wasn't a question, but rather a demand as John held the cell phone up with the tips of his fingers as it continued to ring.

"No?" Bianca answered cautiously.

"Why not?" John questioned, raising his voice over the offending ring. "You can't ignore them forever, you know."

"But I can try," Bianca sang before disappearing into the bedroom.

John set the phone down and turned away from it with disgust as he got off the couch and stalked towards the bedroom. "Binx, if you don't answer that phone, your parents are gonna think I kidnapped you or something," John told her, pointing out into the living room. "Could you just please answer it?" He pleaded.

"No," Bianca replied defiantly.

"Binx," he warned, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you don't answer it, I will."

Bianca glared at him. "You better not," she threatened, before her face broke into a grin at the newfound silence. "Hah, it stopped ringing."

John listened to the silence and shrugged. "Whatever," he sighed. He'd have to wait until next time.

But then it happened again. The room was filled with the loud sounds of Bianca's ring tone, and John grinned devilishly at her.

"Don't you dare, John Cena," Bianca threatened, but it was too late. John bolted into the living room with a childish giggle and reached for the phone. "Johnny, no! I don't wanna talk to them," she pleaded, but John had already put the phone to his ears.

"Hello? Mr. Evans?" John smirked at Bianca and waved his hand in front of his face tauntingly in a you-can't-see-me fashion.

Bianca stomped her foot and flicked him off in return, leaning against the doorframe and monitoring her fiancé.

"Yeah, we're doing just fine..." John said over the phone, keeping a cautious eye on Bianca. "She's in the shower right now..." John raised an eyebrow at Bianca, who mouthed a sarcastic 'thank you' to him. He grinned smugly in return. "I can take a message if you want... Sure thing, I'll let her know... okay, sir, you take care..." John said his goodbye before hanging up and dropping the phone onto the couch. "You are in so much trouble, young lady," John teased.

Bianca pouted. "You didn't have to answer, you know. I would have called them eventually."

"Yeah right," John rolled his eyes, not believing a word she said. "They're worried about you," he said seriously. "Apparently, they think you're on vacation and you were supposed to be back a while ago. You need to talk to them and tell them what's up," he said with concern.

"I can't talk to them, Johnny," Bianca shook her head. "They're going to kill me if they find out about my job."

"Then don't tell them about your job," John answered simply. "Make something up," he casually suggested.

"You want me to lie to my parents?" Bianca raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn't as if she hadn't lied to them before, but John didn't need to know that.

"Well, you lied to me," John trailed off.

"Don't." Bianca sternly replied. They didn't need to bring that up again.

"Sorry," John apologized and sighed heavily. "But seriously," he started, walking up to her and resting his hands on her waist, "you need to talk to them. Soon."

"I will," Bianca nodded. "I promise." The only problem was, what lie was she going to tell her parents this time?

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Bianca sat back on the couch in leisure, her laptop resting on her lap and the TV blaring in front of her. While John was away at a meeting, she got to stay back and relax. She stretched out, propping her legs on the coffee table and leaning her head back into the couch as she watched music videos play on MTV.

She couldn't fight the sleepy feeling that overcame her. John had been gone for quite some time now, and Bianca was just waiting for him to burst through the door at any second.

Just as Bianca was about to doze off, loud music started to play and startled her awake again. However, it was not coming from the TV, but rather, the coffee table. Bianca stared at her cell, contemplating on what to do. She knew it was her parents, but did she really want to talk to them now?

You need to talk to them. Soon. Bianca grumbled to herself, as John's words repeated. For once, she didn't want to disappoint him, and for once, she didn't want to lie to him again. Making up her mind, Bianca reached over to the coffee table and brought her cell phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She answered almost timidly.

"Wow, Bianca. I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon," Larry Evans joked on the other end of the line.

"Sorry, daddy," Bianca apologized. "But you know how it is. I've been busy."

"Having too much fun?" Larry asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Yeah," Bianca trailed off. "You know how it is. It's crazy how much traveling we do in one week. The days are just blending together."

"Is that right," Larry nodded. "Speaking of traveling," he started, "when do you plan to travel back home? You haven't forgotten about home have you?"

Bianca grimaced, noticing the slight edge in her father's voice. She knew he would have brought it up eventually. That's what he called for after all. "I'll be home soon," she answered finally. "I promise."

"Soon," Larry repeated, and by the tone of his voice, Bianca knew he didn't believe her. "How soon?"

"Umm," Bianca balanced the cell phone between her ear and her shoulder as she immediately started looking for flights online. "Very soon," she said, trying to buy time while she searched.

"Bianca, this vacation of yours has gone well over three weeks," Larry pointed out seriously. "Are you sure your bosses have allowed you this much time?"

"I'll explain everything when I come home," Bianca reassured, her eyes lighting up when she finally found a flight. "Tomorrow," she said, buying the flight right then and there.

"Tomorrow?" Larry repeated as if his ears had deceived him.

"Yes, tomorrow," Bianca confirmed. "My flight arrives at 6:30pm. And I was wondering," she trailed hesitantly. "Can I stay with you and mom when I get there? I promise I'll explain everything," she quickly added in.

"Sure, honey," Larry answered, although he wondered why Bianca needed to stay at their place. Not that he was complaining; maybe she missed them as much as they missed her. "Just give us a call, and we'll pick you up."

"Okay, daddy," Bianca nodded. She turned her head at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly when John walked in. "I'll see you soon. I love you, bye!" She said and hung up.

"Who was that?" John asked curiously.

"My dad," Bianca replied, setting her laptop and cell phone on the table before standing up.

"So you finally picked up, huh," he nodded approvingly before walking over and pulling Bianca into a hug. "I'm so proud of you," he joked, pretending to cry.

"Oh, shut up," Bianca rolled her eyes and playfully hit him in the arm. "But John, there's something you should know," she said as she pulled away slightly and stared up at him in all seriousness. "I'm going home tomorrow."

"You are?" John asked, almost sadly. "How long are you gonna be gone for?"

Bianca shrugged. "As long as it takes for me to tell them what's been going on."

"Are you gonna tell them the truth?" John asked, taking Bianca's hands into his own.

Bianca suppressed a scoff. The truth? John didn't even know the truth. "I don't know," she shrugged. "We'll see what happens when I get there."

John only nodded in reply. "Tomorrow, huh," he said suddenly. "We should do something before you leave, then."

"Like what?" Bianca tilted her head to the side as she gazed up questioningly at him.

John grinned down at her and patted his stomach. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

"Me too," Bianca grinned as well. "How about we try that restaurant on the first floor?" She suggested.

John nodded approvingly. "Sounds good, Binx. Lead the way."

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Dinner was nice as usual. But on the way back to the room, Bianca decided to bid her goodbyes to her friends. After leaving Amy and Adam's room, she headed straight for Randy's.

"What," Randy automatically opened the door once Bianca knocked on it.

Bianca eyed him with a frown, but she quickly hid it with a fake smile. "Hey Randy. Is Sam in there?"

"She's in the shower," Randy glanced behind him quickly before crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow at Bianca. "What do you want?"

Bianca scoffed at his attitude and crossed her arms over her chest as well. "I just wanted to say goodbye to Sam," she answered back with equal sassiness. "I'm leaving for L.A tomorrow."

At this, Randy's eyes brightened. So John kicked her out, he thought proudly to himself. He had to remember to give John a pat on the back and buy him a drink the next time he saw him. "Things not working out with you and John?" He asked, although his voice was nowhere near sympathetic.

"Quite the contrary, actually," Bianca smugly replied. "Not that it's any of your business," she shot Randy a hard look, "but I'm going home to see my parents."

Randy nodded, letting a smirk form over his face. "LA's a nice place," he started. "Lots to see."

Bianca noticed the look that Randy gave her and she matched it with a look of her own. "Yeah," she agreed. "Did you have fun at the LA Times?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Loads," Randy smirked. "It's a shame that you don't work there anymore."

Bianca couldn't help but to glare at him. "I haven't done anything to you. What the hell do you have against me?"

"A lot, actually," The Legend Killer replied casually before his face turned serious. "I know what you are and what you're after."

Bianca shook her head and frowned at him in confusion. "What?" She hissed. It sounded as if Randy had been watching too many movies.

Randy chuckled slightly then, but there was no amusement in his voice or his eyes. "You think I don't know what you're doing?" He challenged. When Bianca said nothing, he continued on. "You're using him," he flat out accused. "John's too dumb to see it now, but he'll figure it out eventually. You're only with him for his money."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Did you think of that all by yourself? Apparently you have your work cut out for you," she defied.

Randy glared at her. Was that a challenge?

"You don't know me," Bianca pointed to herself for emphasis. "You don't know our history," she said, referring to herself and John.

"I know that the only reason you're marrying him is because of some stupid pinky promise that you made back in high school," Randy stated tauntingly. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. "A pinky promise? Really? John's so caught up in it that it gives you the perfect opportunity to use him."

"If you're so sure that I'm using him," she said, using her fingers as quotation marks, "then why don't you just tell him then, hm? Unless you don't really have any proof and all you're running on are assumptions," she challenged.

Randy snorted. "Oh, you don't know what I have in my arsenal. If John doesn't figure it out, don't worry," he said with fake kindness as he patted her on the shoulder. "I'll make him see you for what you are."

Bianca stepped up to him and glared; she didn't care that Randy was much taller and more menacing than her. "John loves me," she stated matter-of-factly. "So you're going to have to try a lot harder than that to get rid of me," she told him sternly.

Randy straightened up and smirked down at her. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Bianca Evans," he warned with confidence. "This is war."

"Whatever," she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She plastered another fake smile onto her face. "Bye Randall," she said with false kindness. And with that, Bianca turned around and left.

If Randy wanted a war, she was going to fight… hard.

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A/N: So.. What do you think? Good? Bad? Yes? No?