A/N: I know the last one was really short that's why I'm writing you more than one Melissa, I hope that's OKAY and I hope that you like them.
Do You Wish it Was Me
Cody Runnels tossed in his bed. He needed to sleep he had a big day ahead of him. He had an important morning with foreign buyers and he needed to be rested in order to impress them.
He hadn't been sleeping well as of late. The raven haired man turned to face the window and looked out at the sunrise. He wondered if she was happy with him.
He loved everything about her. He loved her beautiful blue eyes, her perfectly white smile, the way she put her hand on her hip and flipped her hair over her shoulder when she posed for a picture. She was perfection in his eyes.
He couldn't believe that someone could love Barbie more than he did. He would do anything for the blonde.
He slid out of his bed and went to take a hot shower as his mind continued to mull over memories of the blonde.
They had met at the University of Miami, he was studying business and international studies and she was majoring in Broadcast journalism. They had met in a class on media in foreign nations and they had hit it off right away.
It had been a whirlwind romance and when he had proposed he was almost certain she would say yes. The blonde had asked for some time to think about it and he had obliged.
Then she had returned home for a Christmas party with her family and her best friend since childhood, Ted Dibiase, had proposed. The blonde, standing in a room filled with family and friends, who swore up and down that the two would end up together, had said yes.
Now he wondered if she ever thought of him. He wondered if the passion was there for them, if they were so hopelessly in love that they felt incomplete without each other.
Cody felt incomplete without Barbie.
He wondered if she ever felt disappointed when she woke up and found herself staring into Ted's face instead of his own.
He liked to think that some part of Kelly missed him.
He knew that if he had a chance to speak to the blonde again the one and only thing he would ask would be: Do you ever wish it was me?
A/N: There's number two, hope you liked it. There's one more...
