A/N: I'm so sorry this took for-freaking-ever.. But I hope you can forgive me because I can assure you that this chapter is CUTE&FLUFFY!!!! So this chapter is supposed to give you guys a little more insight on how John and Bianca were like back in high school. So yeah.. If there is anyone who is still reading this.. Please...READ ON and enjoy!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 19: My Favorite Part

Knock knock knock. "Hey, John, wake up!"

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Knock knock knock. "Come on, Cena! Let's go!"

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Knock knock knock. "CENA!!!"

Bianca's head reluctantly lifted from John's chest as she blindly glared in the direction of the noise. She glanced at the clock and whined. Even at 5 o'clock in the morning, she couldn't catch a break from the overgrown, meat-headed Legend Killer. Burying her face into John's chest once again, Bianca reached down for the covers and threw it over her head, as if to block out the ruckus…But it didn't help.

Knock knock knock. "Ceeennnaaaa…"

Bianca felt John's arm tighten around her waist, indicating that he had waken up. "Make him go away," she whimpered.

She felt John's arm run up and down her back soothingly. "Can't," he whispered hoarsely. "I gotta go to the gym." He shifted slightly to remove himself from Bianca, but the latter threw her leg over him.

"Don't go," she pleaded sleepily. "Stay here with me."

John chuckled softly, kissing Bianca's forehead. "Sorry, Binx, I have to go," he said, attempting to move again.

Bianca lifted her head from his chest and pouted at him in the dark. "Can't you go later? It's too early. Who goes to the gym at 5 in the morning?"

"I have to go now, before it gets crowded," John reasoned. Even in the dark, he could tell Bianca was pouting. This time, as he attempted to move, Bianca did nothing to stop him. John stood up and stretched before turning to face the bed. Reaching for the covers, he adjusted them so that Bianca would be comfortable without him.

Bianca reached for John's pillow and held it against her chest as she watched John rummage around the bathroom and the bedroom to get ready for the gym. Her eyes fluttered as she attempted to stay awake.

Fully clothed and ready to go, John sat at the edge of the bed, where Bianca had dozed off once again. He placed a hand against the side of her face, and her eyes slowly opened to gaze up at him. "I'll be back before you wake up."

"Promise?" Bianca asked in a small voice.

John leaned down to kiss her softly. "I promise," he assured her. "Go back to sleep, baby."

Bianca only nodded before closing her eyes and snuggling into the pillow.

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"It's about damn time," Randy complained as John stepped out into the hallway. "Took you long enough."

"Shut it," John shot back, adjusting his duffel bag as the two men headed towards the elevator. "Let's just hurry and get this over with. I promised Binx I'd be back before she wakes up."

At this, Randy snorted. "Why does it matter? Does sleeping beauty need her prince to wake her up with a kiss?" He said the last part mockingly as he made kissing noises.

"No," John replied defensively. "You wouldn't understand.."

"Try me," Randy challenged with a raised eyebrow.

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*Flashback*

As much as Bianca loved going to school, she loved the weekends even more. "I'm so excited. This is going to be so fun," she giggled with glee as she threw numerous articles of clothes into a nearby duffel bag.

"Binx," John started, as he lay in his usual spot on Bianca's bed, tossing the football that he always carried around, "you're just sleeping over for the weekend. It's not like we're going on a trip or anything," he teased as he continued to watch his best friend over-pack. "If you forget something, you can just walk back here and get it."

"I know," Bianca acknowledged, walking back and forth from her dresser to her duffel bag, which lay next to John on her bed, "but I'd rather be over prepared than under-prepared. What if something happens?"

John snorted. "Like what?" He challenged.

At this, Bianca stopped in her tracks, placed her hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Like if it rains and your brothers decide to have another mud wrestling battle royale."

"Oh yeah," John caught the football and held it to his chest, a dreamy look on his face. "That was fun. You can't tell me you didn't have fun, Bianca."

"I did have fun," she admitted, "until I realized I didn't have any change of clothes and my parents weren't home yet, so I was locked out of my house," she ranted quickly. John opened his mouth to say something but Bianca continued on, wagging a finger at him. "And no, Johnny, I didn't want to break into my house or borrow any of your clothes. They're too big for me anyway," this time, it was Bianca's turn to snort.

John made a face at her in response. "I still can't believe you won. You're lucky I got Dan and Matt out of the way for you. But did you really have to elbow me in the stomach that hard?" John reminisced.

Bianca stuck her tongue out at him. "You're a sore loser, loser."

"I was going easy on you," John smirked.

"Whatever," Bianca denied. "You're just jealous that I am the mud wrestling champion of the universe." She pointed at the poorly-made cardboard championship belt resting on her bookshelf before flexing her invisible muscles to try to intimidate him.

"For now," John said lightly. "But you just wait for the next time it rains. I won't hold back, and that title," he pointed at said title then dramatically pointed at himself, "will be mine."

"Oh, it's on, Cena," Bianca accepted the challenge with confidence.

The two friends eyed each other before breaking down into a fit of laughs. "Aren't you done packing yet?" John demanded through his laughter.

"Okay, okay. I'm done!" Bianca assured, as her laughter died down. She shouldered her duffel bag just as John picked himself off the bed.

"Finally. Let's go." John followed Bianca down the stairs and out the front door as they made their way across the street and into the Cena house.

There was never a dull moment with the Cenas. Although they were disappointed to find that it wouldn't be raining that day (which meant there would be absolutely no mud wrestling rematches whatsoever), Bianca, John, and the rest of the Cena boys were out on their driveway, playing 3-on-3 basketball. They were called in just as Carol Cena had finished making dinner (which Bianca enjoyed every last bit of, as always), then Bianca joined the boys out in the living room to watch some professional wrestling on TV. Once wrestling was over and Carol Cena had finished washing the dishes, they all huddled around the coffee table for a game of Monopoly. After a couple of hours of gameplay, a unanimous decision was made to end the game when everyone realized that they weren't really progressing anywhere. Each person bid the others a good night before they all made their way up to their respective rooms.

John Cena sat comfortably on his bed, flipping through channels with the remote until he found something worth watching. His bathroom door opened, and Bianca stepped out. She flopped facedown onto the bed and sighed loudly in content. "I love weekends."

Although her voice was muffled, John understood her and smiled. "Me too."

Bianca lifted her head off the pillow to look at him, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Wanna know why?"

John nodded. "Why?"

And Bianca grinned. "Because I get to spend time with my most favorite people in the whole wide world.." She answered, snuggling into her pillow. "The Cenas." John, now completely unaware of the blaring TV, gazed down at Bianca lovingly as she continued to speak. "I always have so much fun with you all. I feel like a part of your family. I wish my family was like that.."

John smiled sadly at this. He knew Bianca absolutely adored her own parents, but they were so busy working that she hardly ever got to spend leisurely time with them. It didn't help that she was an only child either. It killed John to see how lonely and sad Bianca was at her own home, which is why he constantly invited her over. His family spoke of her with as much affection as she did them. His parents loved that she was intelligent, yet still laid back. His brothers loved that she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty with them in the yard. And John…he loved everything about her, even if he couldn't tell her that just yet.

"Wanna know what my favorite part is?" Bianca still had that sparkle in her eye that made John melt.

"What?" He asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"This," Bianca simply answered as she patted the space on the bed between them. "Every time I sleep here with you, I feel…" As Bianca hesitated, John could see that she was trying hard to find the right word. "…safe… Like when I wake up and you're the first thing I see—I like that. It's comforting. I don't feel lonely anymore, thanks to you," she smiled sleepily at him as her head slowly descended on the pillow once again. "You make me happy."

John couldn't help but to softly caress the side of Bianca's face, watching as her eyes fluttered close. "You make me happy too, Bianca," he made sure to say before she completely drifted off. "And just so you know," John added after a moment of silence, "that's my favorite part of the weekend too."

*End Flashback*

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If Randy rolled his eyes any more, they would surely be stuck to the back of his head. Try me.. He resisted the urge to groan and mentally kicked himself. Why did he have to open his big mouth? Now John wouldn't stop talking about Bianca and their little sleepovers back in high school. Even now, as they were in the elevator heading back to their rooms from the gym, John just wouldn't shut up.

Randy was actually thankful that, for once, his room was not on the same floor as John's. Even better, his room was one floor below John's, which meant that the Legend Killer would have an easier time escaping from the WWE Champ and his never ending reminiscing.

The elevator dinged and Randy sighed in relief. "Later, bro," he quickly said as he rushed out of the elevator even when the doors hadn't slid completely open.

John was too happy to even notice how oddly and rudely his friend had been acting. It didn't matter, because now he was standing in front of his room door: the only thing keeping him from the bed and Bianca.

He slid his card key into the slot and crept into the dark room. He left a trail of clothing as he headed towards the bedroom, and smiled when he saw Bianca sleeping peacefully, still clutching his pillow. Sliding into the bed, he removed the pillow from Bianca's arms and placed it under his head. Almost immediately, Bianca unconsciously shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and hugging him to her. John let out a satisfied sigh, feeling his body relax. It didn't take long for sleep to claim him.

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A/N: You all must be wondering.. Why so much fluffy stuff? Don't worry, the important stuff is coming up real soon.

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