Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)

A/N: This is the longest moment I have ever written. Ten pages in Word doc. Again, this is in Sarah's pov. Some of you may be mad at her after Power of Six. I rewrote this so many times it's not even funny. Enjoy and review! Also, thank you for all your reviews, favorites and alerts. Oh, and iplaythefish, I made the avatar we were talking about! Check it out on my profile. =)

Homecoming pt. 2

They've been here for a week now. John, Sam, Logan, Six and Christ lived in the tiny house for one week. I glanced at my calendar, counting the little boxes that represent days. No one else beside Mark knows John is back. We've kept it a guarded secret, knowing that hell would break out if they found him, the terrorist who blew up Paradise High School and ran off in the night. FBI would be all over this place. I sighed and rummaged through closet for a blouse that matched my jeans. A familiar honk from Mark's car woke me up from my musing.

"Ooh, guess who's here?" My little brother sang as he poked his head into my room. His dirty blond mess of a hair fell over his eyes as he grinned at me. The little dimples appeared on his cheek as he flashed his pearly whites. "Marky here for Sarah!" He screamed, announcing it to the world and making kissy faces towards me. I glared at him before groping my nightstand for anything to throw at him.

"Get out of my room, Corey!" I screamed, tossing my hair brush at him. He closed the door, barely dodging the comb. Through the closed door, I could still hear his giggles and he just started singing 'Sarah and Mark sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!' at the top of his lungs. Little twerp, I thought as I took off my shirt and pulled the blouse over. Grabbing my bag, I bolted down the stairs. "Bye Mom!" I yelled as I opened the door and ran out, greeted by the sight of Mark's sensible truck. He gave me a familiar smile as I slide in.

"Bad morning?" He asked as he slowly backed up, watching for incoming traffic.

"How did you know?" I asked a bit stun that Mark could still read me after our messy breakup. He gave me a sly smile before reaching over to brush a strand of my hair out of my blue eyes. I tried to hide a shiver as his knuckles accidently grazed my cheek softly. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears.

"Well, let's see. Your hair has knots, your blouse is on backwards and I think there's a trace of yogurt on your lips." He gently caressed my lower lip with his thumb, wiping the bit of yogurt he was talking about away. He licked his thumb in unknowingly alluring way. The action drew my attention to his kissable lips. "Mmm… strawberry." He hummed in a husky voice and gave me a painfully familiar look that never failed to cause my heartbeat to speed up.

I shouldn't be attractive to Mark anymore. But I am. He's not a hard boy to like after he stopped being a jerk and back to being that hometown boy I fell for. After John left, I was devastated. It was like my world just stopped, ceased moving at all. Mark helped a bit, making the pain hurt less and help take my mind off of John not being beside me. He was much nicer now. Emily even noticed the changes in his friends. The football guys didn't have their horrible leader to follow. Everyone in town noticed how much time we've spent together. A few girls even approached me and commented about it.

"Sarah!" They'll scream as they corner me in the hallway. "Are you and Mark dating again? You're so lucky! He's so hot and caring and – " By then, I've tuned them out and watch Mark help a freshmen with directions or a teacher with books. And there was his smile. A real smile that I've hasn't seen in a long time. I never know how to handle those comments since I was still technically together with John. I'll usually smile and sigh, not really confirming or denying their assumptions.

"Thanks…" I whispered, quickly wiping my mouth for any more traces of yogurt. "Keep your eyes on the road. No peeking." I ordered with a fake mad tone.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Mark replied chuckling and keeping his brown eyes on the road. I took this time to peek at his profile. Strong chin with a bit of stubble he didn't shave off this morning. His dark brown hair was crop close in a military similar haircut that gave him a clean look. I smiled as I noticed his smile, a small content one which he didn't show often unless around his younger sister and maybe me. Stop it, I ordered myself as I finally turned my shirt around and ran my fingers through my knotted blonde hair.

"How's community college?" I asked, suddenly needed to fill the unbearable silence.

"You know. School is school." Mark answered nonchalantly. He was enrolled in a local community college this summer with hopes of transferring to a university in a year or so. He's growing into a man everyone in Paradise could be proud of. I smiled sadly. It felt like everyone was moving forward and I was left behind watching them, waiting for John to return. "Hey, what's wrong Sarah?" I looked up, surprised by his voice that was laced with concern and worry. His warm familiar brown eyes bore into my eyes and he just knew. He just knew and I'm not surprised. The car gently pulled to the side and we sat there; Mark watching and waiting for me to respond.

"I'm fine." The lie was so easy it literally slipped through my mouth. But Mark knew me for too long. He knew in a heartbeat I was lying. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Warmth spread from the light touch on my shoulder throughout my whole body, calming me. "How much has change, Mark?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of the warmth he was providing and onto something else, anything else. This chapter with Mark should've been closed a long time ago. But right now, every part of my being is screaming at me to open the book again and let Mark in. This time things will be better. We've grown up; at least I know Mark has. But what about me?

"Sarah, you may have felt that the world has stop turning but the rest of us hasn't. Yes, Sarah. A lot has changed since that day. I'm sorry for what happened last year. I was jealous of John for getting together with you. I was immature and a jerk. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I want to make amends with those guys. I want to make amends with you." He reached out and took my hand, looking deep into my eyes. "I know this won't change the past but I really am sorry. About the fall fair incident, the house fire, everything." Just looking into his eyes, I knew how sorry he is.

"I know." I whispered, squeezing his hand. "Let's go. Sam and John would love to hear an apology like that." Mark groaned, shook his head and smiled at me before releasing my hand. The warmth was gone almost instantly and I found myself wishing he didn't let go. I shouldn't be craving for it. The car fell silent after Mark's heartfelt apology. A comfortable silence but my head was churning with conflicting emotions for different boys. Feelings for John have weakened over the months and the feelings for Mark have reemerged. Maybe because of our close proximity, familiarity because of history and knowing for certain Mark won't disappear in a day or a week.

"Hello Ms. Hart. Mr. James." Christ greeted us sternly as we stepped into the shaded home. He was seated in front of the monitors like usual, eyes combing the news for anything interesting or alarming. He always greeted us like this every day. My guess is to keep the distance between us. He has no attachments to Mark and I and I guess he would like to keep it that way. They were going to leave inevitable. Mark nodded his head as greeting and started some small chat with the older man. I glanced around the messy living room where John and Logan slept for the past week. Six was given John's old room and Sam took the guest. Christ reluctantly took Henri's room. I remember a few days ago the look on John's face when he glanced into the room where his father or father figure once slept. It was heartbreaking and no one spoke to him the entire night, leaving him alone with his thoughts and memories. "The four of them are in the back, training. Six is most likely beating the crap out of the guys." He chuckled at the last part and tipped the ashes from his cigarette into a tray.

"Thanks," Mark said as he held the door open from me. Christ shockingly smiled back at him before turning his emerald eyes to the monitor. He has a nice smile. True to Christ's word, we were welcomed by the sight of Logan soaring through the air and hitting the ground with a hard thump, courtesy of the girl on the other side of the field. A smug smile graced Six's striking face as Logan groaned and gradually stood up. John and Sam both had their backs to us as they watched their friend stagger over to them. "God, that looked painful." I jumped as his breath brushed my face before nodding my head.

"Fuck… that hurts." Logan cursed as he rubbed his back. "Thanks for going easy on me, Six." He shoots her a dagger full glare which she shrugged off nonchalantly. Her black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail which grazed her slender neck whenever she turned her head. She wore a black wife beater paired with some athletic shorts and jogging shoes. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her arms and legs with bits of dirt clinging to her. She looked like a goddess of fitness and health.

The guys were also dressed in minimum amount of clothing too. John and Logan were both shirtless, showing off their sun-kissed body with lean muscles. Sam wore a t-shirt probably a bit embarrassed by his lack of natural muscles or sculpted body. Logan limped over and slapped John's arm before collapsing on the wooden deck, groaning out of pain. "John, tag you're it. You go and let Six beat you up. I'll supervise."

"From the floor? Lazy bum." John replied as he stepped over his friend and smiled at the girl. Six was doing a few stretches, stared back with sparkling hazel eyes. "Are you done playing with the boys?" He asked as she switched her right leg for her left. Her eyes traced the length of his body before smiling and moving into a fighting pose.

"Sure, show me where a real man is." She countered just before John charged forward, dodging his half-hearted attempt. It felt weird watching them fight. Fighting was always something barbaric and dangerous to me. It shouldn't look like scripted dance but John and Six made it so. They moved fluidly and in tune with each other. Every punch or kick was met with a well timed dodge or block. Their punches connected but no visual damage was done. The distance between the two fast and agile bodies slowly diminished. Six's face was inches away from John when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Neither was bothered by their close proximity. Six had a teasing smile which John returned easily before she broke out of his grip and they started circling each other once more.

"Hey Sam," Mark asked as he leaned against the rail. Sam turned away from the fight and glanced up with curious brown eyes. I think he would have re-think taking a sip of his water if he predicted Mark's next words. "Are Six and Logan together?" The boy turned into a human fountain, spitting water which Mark barely dodged. His eyes grew into the size of my mother's good china and froze like a statue. Logan burst out laughing, rolling on the wooden deck, clenching his sides in pain. I wouldn't blame Mark for thinking they were together. Logan and Six were painfully comfortable with each other. Half the time, they seem more like a couple than John and I. I frown at the last thought, slowly processing my idea.

"Oh god no!" Sam shouted, wiping his mouth of any excess water. He glanced over to the fight, making sure neither Loric heard our discussion. "I mean John would be pissed. He's not saying anything but I think there something going – I mean, there is nothing going on between them." Sam finished as he noticed me behind Mark. "Sarah, there is – "

"Mark, you are a freaking riot!" Logan interrupted, finally sitting up and not gasping for breaths. Bernie appeared, attracted by Logan's outburst, wagging his beagle tail happily. Logan reached out to rub his butt and continued speaking. "Six would most likely rip my balls off if I look at her the wrong way. I'll like to reproduce in the near future. But I'll admit she is a fine specimen of a Loric female." His gray eyes eyed the fight before turning to me and gave me a smile that made my inside churn. I really hope he can't sense my conflicting feelings from before. "Anyways, she already likes someone else." Someone else? Who? The question was on the tip of my tongue.

"Whoa!" We all looked up just in time to see Six successfully throw John over her shoulder and twisted his arm into a painful lock. He struggled but broke it and retaliated with a swift back kick. But the girl skillfully dodged it by jumping and using John's shoulder as leverage. John didn't stop there though. He took her arm, stopping her in mid-jump, and threw her to the ground. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as all the air left her lungs. John moved quickly, pinning her arms over her head and legs trapping hers down. She had a fierce expression on her face as she tried to get up but John abused his superior weight and strength, holding her down. Six wasn't going to give up; twisting her turning her body violently but John kept her down. "Uncle?" He asked, leaning in close so their lips nearly brushed.

"Bite me." She spitted back before closing her eyes and took a relaxing breath. John watched confused but kept a firm grip. Six opened her eyes and lean her head up, just brushing John's lips. My heart dropped and John's too because he released her wrists in shock. Six took that lapse and effectively kneed his side. They tumbled in the dirt, each trying to gain the upper hand and John wasn't victorious this time. She pinned him, using her whole body. Arms held above his head and her legs firmly pinning him down, John was trap. "Uncle?" She asked innocently. John struggled but Six's grip was too tight for him.

"Shit… uncle," John admitted. Six smiled in triumph and released his arms. John pounced then, grabbing her around the stomach and tackling her to the ground. She screamed in frustration as John pinned her for the second time and kept a safe distance away from her lips. "Cheater, that's not going to work a second time." He teased, eyes maybe dipping to a darker blue. Six opened her mouth, ready to retaliate.

"Hey! Stop flirting you two!" Logan shouted as he threw an open water bottle towards them. John turned and stopped the bottle but it already drenched to two teens. "There, that should cool you off!" John rolled off Six, shaking his head to get the drops out of his face. Six's tee was wet also, clenching to her body showing off subtle curves and dips. She glared at Logan who smiled back. "That's for the beating earlier, Six. Also, Christ needs to see you ASAP." She frowned and slowly stood up, grabbing a towel from Sam and gave us a friendly wave.

"Mark, Sarah, how long have you been here?" John asked as he ran his hand through his drenched blond hair. He looked good standing there in the bright sun like he was made to be bathed with light. Bits of dirt and grass clenched to his sweat covered body. His athletic shorts rode low on his hips. A tired but energetic spark was in his blue eyes.

"Long enough to see you get your ass kicked." Sam answered which prompted John to grab him in a headlock. The guys struggled, Sam trying to break it and John keeping him traps. They chuckled and laughed like teenage boys, like they should. "Ok! I surrender! Let go! Stupid Lorics and their superhuman strength." He cursed under his breath. Logan and John traded knowing smiles before entering the shady house.

"Are you sure, Christ?" The mood in the house was grave as we stepped in. Six sat in an uncomfortable chair beside Christ's spot in front of the monitor. Her hair was pulled loose now, cascading down her back. Christ took a drag from his cigarette and frowned at the monitors like it was the machine's fault for the girl's sad tone. He nodded his head once and then closed his eyes. "Is this really the only option?" She questioned, leaning forward and grabbed the older man's wrist. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. It felt like the room was holding its breath, waiting for whatever the man was going to say.

"There are multiple signs of a possible Loric being in Spain. John mentioned something like that before. I've checked and it may be true. We all can't go that much is obvious. If John set foot in an airport, red lights will immediately flash on. Same can be inferred with Sam. Logan and John still need to hone their legacies. Six – "

"I'm the only option." She finished in a dismissed tone. "My legacies give me the best chance to fight any Mogadorain scouts and if it gets too rough, I could just disappear. I've been on my own before. I understand how to survive by myself. I'm clearly the only and best option." Christ looks like he didn't want to agree with her but the argument is solid. She looks so strong, sitting there with an I'm-sure-of-myself smile and relax posture. Any traces of weariness from the sparring have vanished, leaving a battle ready girl full of confidence. "When's my flight?"

"No." I turned, and probably everyone else, to see John standing there with his arms crossed and a stern frown on his handsome face. He stepped pass Logan, Mark and me and faced Six with a harsh glare. "I'm not allowing you to go alone. I'm coming." With his arms crossed and jaw squared, John was a picture of authority. But Six wasn't the following type.

"Hell no!" She shouted standing up so John only had a few inches over here. The light bubbly mood has vanished leaving a tense astrosphere as the two teens glared at each other. "This could be our only chance." The same ferocious look sparked in her hazel eyes as she stared up defiantly into John's icy cold glare.

"So? If we split up, there's a chance we may never see each other again."

"Yes but there's a chance this boy or girl is in real trouble and needs serious backup! John, you're being unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" He repeated, angry and frustration evident in his voice. "You're the one who's unreasonable! This is a suicide mission, Six. You go over there and we can't help you. A whole ocean would separate us." His eyes soften as he glanced at her side, at where her scar is. "You're still injured." Six deflated slightly before glaring back at him.

"Yes, I am injured." She declared in an acidy tone. "That's a fact but it's also a fact that there are three more Loric teens that need our help. I'm going. You can't stop me." There was such a determination in her voice that makes anyone in the room realize Six is going to leave. John opened his mouth, ready to retaliate but the sharp sound of the chair scrapping the floor cut him off.

"Enough." Christ ordered and stepped between the fuming couple. Even with the human barrier, they still traded heated glares. "John, I hate this as much as you do but this is our only option. We need to make sure he or she is alive. Since the charm broke, we're in the dark about the others." John had a difficult expression on his face as he turned away from the two. Christ held a passport with some other documents. "This is your new identity and ticket. Your flight leaves tomorrow morning."

Six took the pile of papers and flipped open the blue book, scoffing at the name. "Maren Elizabeth? Really, Christ? Do I look like a Maren?" Christ smiled and ruffled her hair in an affectionate manner. John at this point was unable to stay in the room, stomped past us and headed through the back door without a second glance. Six's hazel eyes soften and she took a tentative step towards the door.

"No." Logan spoke as he held his arm out to stop her. His face was twisted in pain as he touched his forehead. Six opened her mouth, concern flooding her eyes at the boy's pain. "I'm fine, Six but I think it's better if you let him cool off. You'll just make him angrier. Sarah," I glanced up and was met with a soothing smile. "Can you check on him?" I nodded my head before heading to the door. Before reentering the unbearable summer heat, I glanced back to study everyone's expression. Logan and Six moved into the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones. Sam retired to his room to change. Christ lit another cigarette and frowned at himself. Mark stood beside him, glancing at what was on the screen. He looked up and offered an encouraging smile. That gave me the strength to open the door and face John.

From the deck, John wasn't difficult to locate. He was the only six feet guy who was flinging things around using only his mind. Bernie sat a safe distance away, panting and observing his human friend with worried beagle eyes. His trademark long tail wasn't wagging happily. John was muttering to himself about something. I honestly hope he's not wishing for a response from Bernie. Yes, Bernie is an amazing little dog but if he talks back, I might just faint.

"Bernie, don't ask that." John muttered after he calmed down. I was still a few feet away but fragments of their one-sided conversation filtered over. "And stop repeated it. It's not going to make it true." He glared at the dog who gave him a disapproving look; at least I think it's a disapproving look. "Bernie, she just… she just makes all my emotions run haywire. No wonder Logan's in physical pain." John was now resting beside Bernie with his back still facing me. I could almost imagine his expression; a serious one with bits of worries and concern lining his soulful blue eyes. Bernie nudged his hand and gave John a – if beagles could – serious expression. "Maybe… maybe I am in love with her." John confessed. A silence filled the air and my heart dropped the second time today. John then clenched his head and let out a scream of frustration. "This is insane! I can't. I can't love her. I can't love Six!"

"Love Six?" Those words left my mouth before I could stop them. John whirled around and stared at me with shocked eyes. I covered my mouth, cursing for the lack of control. "Um… hi?" My boyfriend just admitted to his pet dog and me (by pure accident) that he is in love with another girl and the first words out of my mouth was hi.

"Sarah…" Well, he seems more compose than I am.

"I wasn't supposes to hear that, was I?" I asked, finally regaining control of my mouth. John nodded his head as I slide beside Bernie, stroking his back. John awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my eye contact. We sat there in silence, trying to sort out of thoughts and feelings. John has the same problem as I am. We're both confused souls unsure of what we want. John changed so much in these few months apart. I can't deny it any longer. We're not the same people. We can never be the same because people are constantly changing. "John," I started figuring someone needs to start this. "When did you start loving Six?"

"I… I'll have to say a few months ago." John began, plucking at the dry grass absentmindedly. "We were in St. Louis during Mardi Gras, acting like normal teens at a huge party. It was one of the few times we could truly enjoy ourselves without worrying about Mogadorains or saving the world or problems in general. I guess I was wrong. Sam and I failed to notice a Mogadorain scout appearing beside us until it was almost too late. He nearly stabbed me in the back if it wasn't for Six. She shoved me out of the way and took a huge stab to the side." John leaned forward, keeping his head between his knees, gasping for breaths like the memory was physically painful. I reached over tentatively, wanting to ease the pain away but he turned and gave me a small smile before I could touch him. "We handled the scout easily and rushed her to Christ in time."

"Why didn't you use your special rock thingy?" I asked, fiddling with the bottom of my shirt. I remembered Six's scream from the school a few months ago. An intense scream followed by having the wound disappeared completely. It was like having an on demand miracle. I turned to John and his expression made my stomach churn. I couldn't imagine seeing someone I know get stab in front of me, let alone anyone close. John's face was pale, losing its healthy youthful glow and this was just the memory. Going though it must have been tough, ten times worse than remembering it.

"We couldn't." John answered when he finally found his voice. "To heal a wound, you'll need to go through double the original pain. This wound nearly killed her. Using the healing stone…" would kill her; I finished in my head when John couldn't. The wound may have closed up but Six wouldn't be here. "Sarah, when I saw her get stab, I couldn't breathe. It was like a fist closed around my lungs and forced all my air out. Of that night, all I could remember was her white dress stained red, my hands sticky with her blood, her breathless gasp for air and the sickening copper smell of blood clinging to everything." He stared at his clean hands but he was probably imagining crimson blood bathed hands and sweet copper smell evading his nose.

"That wasn't the worst part." John continued, placing his hands beside him. There's more? His voice grew unnaturally distant. "Christ is or was a trained doctor. When we returned, he took her in immediately. Logan and I were forced to handle the Mogadorains which was easy. They kept our minds busy but afterwards, nothing. Christ wouldn't let us in. We were forced to wait outside with no idea of her condition. Waiting. The wait was terrible. In that time, I couldn't function, Sarah. I ran maybe a hundred memories through my head; things like her smile or laugh or sarcastic comment. And I realized I need her. I need to know she will be there beside me. I realized I might be in love with her." The way he said it, the last line, I knew he was in love with her too.

"John…"

"But I shouldn't!" He shouted, looking at me with pleading eyes. "I shouldn't be in love with her. I love you, Sarah and Loric's only fall in love once." I couldn't say the same to him because human's don't love once. We love multiple times with different people and maybe – in my case – at the same time. John lay down and stared at the limitless blue sky over us. "But loving her just feels so right and so easy. I shouldn't feel like this but I do."

"I know the feeling." Again, my mouth was running on auto-pilot. "John, I still love you. I still love that boy I met on the first day of school who had a beagle and a nervous shy smile." The memory was so fresh in my head. I tried to cling to it but a pair of warm brown eyes invaded it. "But, after a while, my heart started fluttering whenever Mark is near. Can you believe it? Mark, the jerky boy who bullied you and Sam." I lowered myself and stared into the sky, unable to look into John's eyes, which is ironic because they're both the same shade. My mouth continued on. "Mark, who's slowly, changed into the man who's nice and caring and a really great guy. I think that was the Mark who I fell in love with before." I turned to my side to face him. Those same blue eyes stared back.

"So where does that leave us?" He asked and I could see it. The same boy who loves me was still in the man in front of me. And there is probably the same girl who still loves him looking back but we're two different people now. He isn't John Smith, my home eco partner, my boyfriend and I'm not Sarah Hart, the camera obsessed home town girl, his girlfriend. We've drifted apart.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully because I'm afraid to step away from that role as his girlfriend into some unknown territory.

"Well, if I may interject,"

"Logan!" We both shouted before bolting up and turning to face the brown hair gray eyed boy. He stood there looking smug and clean in his jeans and flannel shirt.

"Hey guys, I thought you might want a shirt, John." He said before tossing a plain white shirt to him. I totally forgot he wasn't wearing one. "About your little problem," Logan started, tucking his hand into his pocket before slipping on a serious face. "Stop clinging to each other and let go. In that house, there are two people who want to be with you but are too understand and noble to do anything about it. So, sort out your shit soon please because Six is leaving in less than twenty-four hours. John, don't let your last words be angry." John and I faced each other, knowing we have to end this.

"Go," I encouraged, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'm breaking up with you, John. You're not good for my heart." He chuckled and leaned over to kiss my forehead before jogging off towards the house to get the girl. I waited for a painful snap of losing my love like what happen with Mark but none came.

"Good work, camera girl." Logan complimented before helping me up.

"Are you serious about Mark?" I asked, feeling the same feeling pool in my stomach. Uneasiness, anticipation, hope, fear, and so much more. Logan's lips curled into a smirk and nodded his head.

"I'm never wrong." He answered back and I smiled before propelling myself towards the house, needing to see him. My fingers closed around the knob just as it was pulled back, pulling me in to collide with a hard chest. Warm safe hands caught and steady me. I look up to see Mark's shock and warm eyes.

"Whoa Sarah, where's the rush?" He asked, setting me secure on the ground. "I just saw John rush by and now you? Where's the fire?" His eyes were twinkling with happiness and enjoyment and it looked good. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him a fraction closer. "Sarah?" He repeated confused.

"I was rushing…" I said, surrendering to his warmth. "I was rushing to do this." And the kiss was, with lack of better words, perfect.

A/N2: There we go! That came out completely different than I thought. I like Sarah and Mark. Not Sarah and John. Everyone has their happy ending! Sorry, it seems to turn into a Sarah/Mark moment with a bit of John/Six if you squint. Now, I'm taking a poll. Should I write a moment about Six's scar? I have an outline but John basically explained the bulk of the accident. Reviews and tell me if I should!

Oh here's Bernie's side of the conversation with John:

"Are you in love with Six?"
"You're in love with Six! You're in love with Six!"
"Then, why were you mad at her for leaving?"
"John, just admit it. You are in love with the girl."

Just insert Bernie's dialog between John's and it should make sense. I hope.