I only got 1 review but a whole lot of Story Alerts. 1 thing I forgot to mention is that this is only a two shot. There will be a one shot sequel though. This was never meant to be a whole huge story where 1 girl is conflicted between two guys. Anyway I hope you liked this and I promise the 1 shot sequel will be out soon! WWE owns all and the Script owns the title. I own Jess. Enjoy!

1 year later…

Phil fixed his tie just as "Here Comes the Bride" began to play. He took a deep breath in just as the double doors to the church opened and she began to make her way down the aisle. God, did she look beautiful. She looked at him through her veil, tears already forming in her eyes, as she smiled at him. Phil was pretty sure he'd never felt more love for her than in that moment right there. In a few short minutes she was at the altar kissing her father on the cheek as he lifted her veil up. He turned grabbed her hand and placed in into Cena's.

Yup, she never came back.

She smiled at him as they laced their fingers together and approached the priest. By now Phil's smile had faded and he fought hard to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn't want to be here at all, but when she had asked him to be in the wedding party, he couldn't say no to her. Soon the priest started to speak and Phil couldn't help but think back to that night, when she left him.

Flashback

Phil stared up at the ceiling. Yes, he knew he was an insomniatic but this was ridiculous. He rolled over to take a glance at the clock which read 4:27. He just couldn't stop thinking about Jess and all that had gone down that day. He knew she'd be back, he was 110% certain that she'd knock on the door the second she wakes up run down here and jump in his arms. Then knowing her she's sit down and begin planning a huge wedding that he doesn't want but would let her have because he loves her and wants her to be happy. But even knowing this, his mind would not be at ease making sleep even harder than it should be.

He finally forced himself to shut his eyes and just think about her. He knew that she'd be next to him soon and they'd lie in each others arms in perfect bliss. Cena would be nothing but a memory. It was thoughts like these that finally lulled Phil to sleep.

Soon Phil awoke and jumped out of bed running to the door throwing it open and looking outside to see if she was waiting. He was only in his boxers but he didn't care who saw, especially her…hell, she'd seen him in less. When he realized she wasn't out there he went inside and took a shower and made himself look all nice. When she came back he figured he'd do a proper proposal so she can tell all her friends about how he got on one knee and all that. Hell, he even had a whole little speech ready that he knew would make her cry. He smiled to himself, he was finally going to get his girl back.

Before Phil knew it a couple of hours passed by and she still hadn't come. Something told him that she wasn't going to come at all, but he refused to give up hope. He was now sitting on the couch staring at the ring that sat on the table in front of him. He sat there for hours. Not moving at all, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep, hell he refused to go to the damn bathroom. Why wasn't she coming? Finally he reached for his phone. He texted her, got nothing back, he called her, he got her voicemail, he tried facetiming her, again didn't pick up. This was ridiculous! Phil finally sighed and went to his bedroom and stared at the ceiling.

She wasn't coming back, he knew that now for sure.

End of Flashback

Phil came out of his trance just in time to hear the priest pronounce John and Jess husband and wife. As they shared their first kiss, Phil swallowed the huge lump in his throat and forced a smile. Soon everyone followed John and Jess out of the church and headed to where the reception is being held.

The rest of the night went perfectly for Jess and John, they danced, they laughed, they ate, and they drank. The love between the two was clearly evident, you felt it in the air and when you looked at them looking at each other, it would probably make you sick. Towards the end of the night Jess went up and approached Phil.

"Dance with me?" she asked him, her eyes pleading with him to say yes. He looked at her his head screaming no, but his heart pleading with him to give into this fantasy he had of her being his again, and that this was their wedding.

"Of course." He said, standing and leading her out to the dance floor. He pulled her to him and they began to sway to the song playing in the background.

"I'm sorry." She said softly.

"Why?" he questioned.

"This could have been us." She said. He sighed.

"Are you happy?" he asked. She gave him a puzzled look. He gave her a look that he was waiting for her answer.

"Yes, I am happy." She answered.

"Do you love him?" he asked again. She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, of course I love him." He nodded.

"Then there is absolutely nothing to be sorry for." He said, she smiled.

"Now, I have a question for you." She said.

"Shoot."

"Do you love me?" she asked. He stared at her, committing the way she looked at that moment to his memory.

"Always."

So I hope you liked it! Like I said this was just a short little story that had popped into my head. Look out for the sequel which should be out soon! It's a little one shot, that I have to write or Punk will continue to haunt me. Thanks for reading!