The sound of the doorbell startled me awake. It's 4 o'clock in the morning who on Earth could be here wanting to talk to me. Lydia had her date tonight so I know it isn't her. I pondered silently to myself as I slowly ascended myself down the stairs to answer the door. To my surprise when I opened it slightly, Lydia stood with teary eyes. Her black mascara was all over her face, her dress was ripped, to be honest she looked like a creature straight out of a horror movie. Hurt filled her eyes form the beginning all the way to the end. I didn't know what else to do besides hold her tightly as the tears ceased to pour out of her precious baby blue eyes. For only the second time tonight she looked me straight in the eyes and asked a question that caused more pain to an extent that death would easier than to face. "Why am I never good enough Codes?", she whispered to me quietly while we were laying in bed. "I don't know Bubbles. But you'll always be good enough for me." That brought a small smile to her face. She was probably remembering the day we first met. I saw her running down the hall towards the girls bathroom. She was crying her eyes out! I, being one of the many guys in the 8th grade with a crush on her, decided to go see what was wrong with her. This was my big chance to maybe win her heart over. When, I got to the bathrooms, she was sitting outside the girls bathroom with her head in her hands sniffling. As quietly as I could, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her slightly. "Why me? Why do I always get MY heart broken? Why am I never good enough?" That hit me hard, right in the heart. It was as if a bullet pierce me. We had been best friends ever since and we were totally inseperable. "Cody and Lydia", "Lydia and Cody". We were actually voted cutest couple all four of our high school years. People knew that we weren't together, together, but we were like long lost siblings. That brought us to where we were now. I began wrestling straight out of school and she had her own bakery down the street from my house. While I was busy following in my fathers footsteps, she was busy baking cupcakes and making wedding cakes that every little girl dreamed about. All the time that I wasn't on the road with the WWE was spent with Lydia. Some days we were in the bakery getting all the orders fulfilled, others we were hanging at my house watching movies or swimming. She moved a little, which brought me out of my thoughts and back to the present. "Where are you going?", I asked as she crawled out of bed to stand. "To the bathroom, would you like to go?" Sometimes she was a upright smartalec, but I learneed that, that was just another reason to love her. "No thanks.", I replied laughing a little. When she came back, she crawled into my arms and I held her tightly. "You know I never thought that a stupid little boy with a crush like everyone else in the seventh grade, could end up to be one of the guys I loved the most.", she told me. "I never thought that a little girl with plently of guys to choose from would love me as much as you do." I kissed her cheek and she snuggled her head into the crook of my neck. If only she knew how much I truly loved her.