A/N: Lookie! Lookie! I posted in less than a week!!! See, guys? I'm trying. Anyway, I hope you like this one coz it's kinda super fluffy.. Like, more fluffy than any other fluff I've ever written, I guess. But fluff is good right? Let me know what you think.. and ENJOY!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 17: Jealous?

One good thing about the club was that it was on the first floor of the hotel, which meant that it wouldn't take long for John Cena to escape to his hotel room. However, being the gentleman that he was, he forced himself to sit with the blonde girl for the past few hours, just listening to her talk away about god-knows-what.

Typical, he thought to himself as he forced a smile onto his face, causing Angela—the blonde—to swoon. He wanted to leave; what if Bianca called him again? Or what if she was waiting for him to call? It was a good excuse to leave, along with the fact that he had sat with the blonde for three whole hours. He had done his duty of being a gentleman.

Downing the rest of his beer, John set the bottle down onto the bar counter before standing up and stretching. He was well aware of the blonde's steady gaze on him, but he chose to ignore it. "Well, I'm gonna head up to my room," he said casually.

"Want some company?" The blonde batted her eyelashes and gave him a smile that was supposed to be seductive.

John resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The blonde spent majority of the time trying to flirt with him, but to no avail. Is she ever gonna get a fucking clue? And to think that John would have fell for that before Bianca came back into his life. He almost shuddered. "No thanks," he said as politely as he could.

"Oh come on," Angela continued to flirt. "It'll be fun…I promise." Again with the fluttering of the eyelashes.

John grimaced when she attached herself to his arm again. He would have pushed her off, told her to get lost, but he didn't hit girls, and he didn't want to embarrass her in front of the whole club. At that moment, John cursed himself for being so nice, and he had no choice but to walk out with the blonde on his arm.

"So what floor is your room on?" Angela asked eagerly as they exited the club and made their way to the lobby.

"Eighth," John answered promptly before turning to face the blonde and retrieving his arm from her clutches. "Look," he hesitated.

"Angela," the blonde flashed a smile.

"Angela," John repeated before continuing. "You seem like a nice girl," yeah right, "but I'm really not interested in whatever it is you planned on doing tonight."

"Why not?" Angela pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

John let a dreamy smile appear on his face. "Because I am engaged to the most amazing woman in the world, and I have been in love with her since the beginning of high school. She's all I can think about..." He continued his one-sided conversation about just how wonderful he thought Bianca was.

Angela took in John's expression and scrunched her face up in disgust. John Cena was like a love-sick puppy. She stomped her foot in the ground childishly, causing John to break out of his daydream. "I hope your fiancée knows what a damn lucky bitch she is." Angela sniffed once before turning on her heel and stalking away from John and back into the club.

John grinned at the blonde's retreating form. It was easy to get rid of her after all. However, that wasn't as much a reason to make John smile as was the sudden realization that hit him. Even after all these years apart, John Cena was still madly in love with Bianca Evans.

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Bianca settled into her bed comfortably as she gazed around her room. Her parents had left it the same since her days back in college. It was comforting, and very soothing. She sighed in content at the way things were going for her. Her parents supported her, and she would get to travel with John again soon.

Speaking of John… Bianca reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her cell phone, where it was charging. She punched in a number and nestled against her pillows as she heard the line ring.

John picked up right away. "Binxie," she heard John sigh in relief.

"Hey Johnny," she couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. "Miss me?" She playfully teased.

John moaned. "More than you know," he answered wholeheartedly.

Bianca smiled softly. "If it's as much as I miss you, then I think I might have an idea." She heard John chuckle softly, causing her to smile wider. "So what'd you do today?"

"Not much," Bianca could imagine John shrugging his shoulders as he said this. "Randy and I hit the club downstairs earlier."

"Oh?" Bianca quirked an eyebrow, her interest suddenly piqued. "And how was it?"

"It was a'ight," John's voice was casual, letting Bianca relax. "There was this one blonde girl, though… I don't know what the hell Randy was thinking when he decided to introduce her to me… He was probably just tryin' to mess with me, but she was all over me!"

Bianca frowned and suppressed a scoff. Of course Randy would try to pull some sort of stunt like that. "Oh," was all Bianca could say, and John immediately could tell that something was up.

"Hey, you alright?" John hesitantly asked after a while of silence.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bianca denied, an edge to her voice. But in truth, what John said had her feeling something she couldn't comprehend. Blonde girl…all over me… Bianca frowned. Of course it would be a blonde girl; John had a thing for blondes since he hit puberty. She could imagine John sitting at the bar, a typical blonde girl attached to his side. She didn't like it… She didn't like it one bit. And it was then that Bianca could identify the ugly feeling that she had suddenly felt.

"Binx," John suddenly cooed. "Are you jealous?" He teased lightly with a chuckle.

Bianca pouted at John's remark because, as much as she hated to admit it, he was dead on. "Shut up, Cena." But that only made John chuckle more, causing the frown to deepen on Bianca's face. "I'm not jealous," she defended softly.

"Bianca," John started sincerely. "Nothing happened, okay?" He waited for Bianca to give him a sound of acknowledgement before continuing. "I care about you too much to do something stupid that'd hurt our relationship; you know that."

And John was right. "I know," Bianca confirmed.

"Besides," John slyly said. "I already told her that I was engaged to the most amazing woman in the world."

Bianca grinned slightly. "And then?"

"And then she told me to tell you what a 'damn lucky bitch' you are and then she stomped off," John laughed, and Bianca couldn't help but to join in as well.

"I see," Bianca said in amusement as the laughter died. "Johnny?" She asked solemnly.

"Hm?"

Bianca hesitated. "Just wanted you to know that…if you ever, you know…found someone that you like more than me… Tell me, okay? I'll understand… Just don't…cheat…on me…" Bianca was almost too embarrassed to say that, but it was something that John needed to know.

"Baby, I would never do that to you," John told her truthfully, and he wondered where all of this insecurity came from.

Bianca pulled the phone away slightly to stare at it in awe. Baby? John had never called her that before. "I know," Bianca put the phone back to her ear. "But in case it does happen…"

"Okay," John abruptly said, not liking how the conversation had strayed. He found it suitable for a change in subject. "So did you talk to your parents yet?"

And it worked; Bianca's thinking gears were now completely focused on the conversation that she had with her parents earlier. "Yeah."

"What'd you tell them?" John was curious to know.

Bianca answered hesitantly. "The truth… kinda…" At least what John thought was the truth. "I told them that I quit my job to take a break from working."

"So what did they say?"

John raised an eyebrow when Bianca snorted. "At first, my mom thought it was because I was pregnant!" She shook her head and laughed as the scene replayed in her mind.

"Oh man," John shook his head as well, running a hand over his scalp.

"Yeah," Bianca giggled. "I think my dad was about to head straight down to Phoenix to kick your ass, but don't worry, I got them to calm down before they could do anything irrational."

"Gee, thanks, Binx," John said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome," Bianca laughed once with the same sarcasm that John held. "I told them I quit my job so I could focus on planning our wedding."

"Sounds good," John nodded approvingly.

"You know," Bianca started. "It doesn't really have to be a lie."

And John understood fully. "I know," he nodded. "We can start planning this wedding as soon as you want to."

"Thanks, Johnny," Bianca smiled appreciatively, even though John couldn't see it.

"Of course, Binx," John said and they fell into a long, comfortable silence. "What are you thinking of right now?" John whispered softly.

Bianca snorted. "Do you really wanna know?" She didn't wait for John to respond before continuing. "I still can't believe my parents thought I was pregnant." She giggled softly. "I mean, it's gonna happen eventually…but not right now… You know?" It was then that Bianca actually really thought about her marriage to John. She wondered what the honeymoon would be like and blushed at the aspect of their first time together. She pondered over how many kids they would have and what they would look like. The more she thought about her future with John, the more eager she felt about it. Little did she know, John's thoughts were quite similar to hers.

"Yeah," John softly said. He thought about what the wedding would be like, how it would be like to finally have Bianca at home with him, and what it would be like once they started a family. He just knew his children would be beautiful. He smiled at those thoughts. He was going to spend the rest of his life with this woman, and he could hardly wait.

"So what are you thinking about?" Bianca asked, breaking John out of his daydream.

"You," he admitted, and Bianca almost melted. "I can't wait for you to come back to me."

"I know," Bianca sighed. "I'm gonna spend a few more days here, then I promise I'll be back."

"Okay," John nodded, but groaned once he caught glimpse of the time on the clock. "Baby, I have to go… It's past 2am and I have to get up in a few hours to prep for a promo."

"Okay," Bianca said, sad that their conversation had to end. "Good night, Johnny."

"Good night," John replied. "I love you, Bianca."

Bianca's heart fluttered at the three words. "I love you too, John," she replied before hanging up. A giddy feeling overcame her. Although they've said 'I love you' many times before, it never meant as much as it did now. Because now, Bianca Evans finally realized that she was in love with John Cena.

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