Author's Note: Heya everyone! Before I start, I just wanna thank you guys for all the great reviews you've given me for this fic...and I'm sorry if I haven't got around to replying to you. I do read ALL my reviews, but hardly have the time nowadays to actually sit and reply. I'm VERY grateful to everyone that's given me feedback and I'll try my hardest to respond more.

One more thing, someone asked me this and I think it's an important factor in my fic that I seem to have carelessly left out. lol. John has NOT yet become a wrestler in this story. This is set BEFORE he debuted as a wrestler. Just thought I'd mention that in case anyone else was confused. Now...on with the story...

CHAPTER SIX

Samantha picked up her cell phone and flipped it open. She just starred at the screen for a little while. She couldn't stop thinking that something didn't feel right. Why would her brother all of a sudden want her and John together after spending nearly two year trying to keep them apart? It didn't make any sense to her. She knew that Andrew was up to something, she just couldn't figure out what.

"Did you do it?" she heard a deep male voice ask from behind her.

Samantha turned her head to see Andrew standing in her bedroom doorway. She sighed and shook her head, "No, not yet."

"What are you waiting for?" Andrew asked, stepping further into the room. "You do want to see him again, right?"

"Of course I do..."

"Then call him." Andrew practically demanded.

"Why are you so eagar to get me and John back together?" Samantha frowned in confusion. "A week ago you hated his guts and were glad that we had broken up, now your going out of your way to get us back together. It seems a little suspicious to me."

Andrew sighed and moved closer to his sister. "Samantha, we've been over this. You're my baby sister and I don't want to see you so unhappy. I've realized that you're old enough to decide what you want for yourself, and if being with John makes you happy, then I'm okay with it."

Samantha gave him a curious look before looking down and saying, "I'm sorry, Andy, I know that your my brother and you're trying to look out for me. I should trust you..."

"I don't blame you for not trusting me, Sam, after all I've done to you. But this is my way of making a fresh start with you. You have to trust me on this one." Andrew laughed.

Samantha chuckled slightly and looked back at her cell. "Okay, I'll call him now."

"Good." Andrew smiled sweetly. "Tell him that you'll meet him in Central Park at 8 o'clock tonight, okay? I'll do the rest."

"Alright." Samantha nodded.

Andrew smiled at her again before leaving her to it.

Samantha scrolled down her speed dial numbers until she came to John. She pressed the call button and held the small phone to her ear. It rang a few times before that all to familiar voice answered.

"Yeah?" John said from the other end of the phone.

Samantha smiled just by hearing his voice. "That's a nice way to greet someone." she laughed. "Have you never heard of the word 'hello' before?"

"Sam? Is that you?" John asked, his voice perking up as he realized it was her.

"Of course it's me." she chuckled. "Don't you know my voice by now?"

"I just wasn't expecting you to call me." John said, still in shock that it was actually her. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine." Samantha assured him. "I just wanted to know if you were busy tonight."

"Erm...nope, I'm free." John said. "Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up with me later." Samantha suggested.

"You serious?"

"I wouldn't have said it otherwise." Samantha said, rolling her eyes. "So, do you want to?"

"Umm...yeah, of course I do." John replied. "What's this about though? I mean, do you wanna get back together or what?"

"Maybe..." Samantha replied. "We'll talk later, yeah?"

"Okay, where do you want me to meet yah?"

"Central Park, at 8, is that okay?"

"Of course." John said. Samantha could just tell that he was grinning by the tone of his voice. "I'll see you then."

"Okay, bye, John."

With that arranged Samantha hung up the phone and proceeded to get ready, even though it was only 6:30pm.

LATER THAT EVENING...

Samantha was sat in Andrew's car, as he drove her towards Central Park. Their father was out somewhere so Andrew had insisted on driving her, so that if David was home when she got back, Andrew could cover for her and say that she was with him. As they neared their destination, Samantha felt butterflies in her stomach. Half was excitement to be seeing John again, and half was fear of this all going wrong. She was terrified that this was all just one big game. But she was convinced that Andrew really had changed and wanted the best for her, so she decided to trust his judgement.

Andrew pulled up at the entrance of Central Parks and switched his car engine off.

"I'll come in with you." he said, undoing his seatbelt.

"You don't have to." Samantha insisted. "I've meet John here a thousand times, I'll be okay."

"Yeah, well, even so, I'd kinda actually like to apologize to John for how I've acted towards him over the years." Andrew said quietly. "But if you don't want me to come, I'll stay here and wait for you."

Samantha smiled softly at her brother, and undid her own seatbelt. "No, you can come. I'm sure John will appreciate your apology and accept it just like I did."

"Are you sure?" Andrew asked.

"Just come on before I change my mind." Samantha rolled her eyes and opened the car door, stepping out into the cold night air.

Andrew followed her into the park but suddenly stopped. Samantha turned around to face him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think you should do this." he suddenly said.

"What?" Samantha asked in suprise. "Why?"

"Let's just go home, yeah?" Andrew said, trying to take her arm and pull her off.

"No." Samantha said sternly, pulling her arm away from him. "This was your idea, Andy. You can't chicken out now. Go back and wait in the car if you want, I'm going to see John."

"Wait!" Andrew exclaimed. "Look, it's only quarter to seven, I doubt John's even here yet, let's wait in the car until it's eight, then you can go to him."

"I'm going now, Andy, and you're not going to stop me." Samantha stated as she turned and started to walk.

Andrew tried to stop her again, but she wouldn't listen, she just kept on walking. She'd come this far, she couldn't turn back now.

Samantha suddenly saw someone waiting at the far end of the park, with their back to her. She began to walk faster until she got close enough to speak.

"John?" Samantha asked curiously.

The man suddenly turned around and stepped into the light. Samantha's eyes widened with fear as she stopped dead in her tracks, her blood running cold with fear.

"What's the matter, Samantha, expecting someone else, were you?"

Samantha tried to speak but she couldn't seem to form the words. She just starred up at her father, who had an evil smirk plastered on his face. So it was a trick.