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I am currently writing this story with my friend who has gotten me into the show Lie to me, and she started this Fanfiction, so I am helping her. This is her screen name on here, so you can massage her and tell her how much you LOVE this story! booth'slittleanthropologist

Emily's POV

I had debated about actually going to Music Fest. Eli was going. He said he was going. Well, he said maybe, but deep down I knew he would go. Did I want to go and see him there? Yes, perhaps I did.

I admired my dress in the full length mirror. It was a dress I had picked out as soon as I knew Eli was going. It was midnight black, strapless with a sweetheart neckline and black taffeta over a pink skirt. I just knew he'd love it.

I sighed as I stood in front of my mirror, fogging up the glass. How would Eli think I looked? I mentally slapped myself. All I did was think about Eli anymore. I needed to just have fun tonight, not to run around thinking about Eli...

I stepped out of my dad's car, sky high black heels sinking gently into the dewy grass. "Stay away from Loker, love."

I rolled my eyes and made a move to shut the door, "Sure sure, Dad."

His eyes narrowed and I knew he was going to call me out on the lie when he simply said, "Be safe."

My hand grasped the door and slammed it shut. A wave from a man to my distant right that could have been Eli caught my attention. Instead of investigating I marched straight on towards the gate and I never looked back.

Well, that's a lie. I handed my ticket to the metal head at the gate and threw a haphazard glance over my shoulder. To my dismay, whoever had waved was gone. Eli or not, obviously this person didn't really care about getting my attention.

I stepped through the gate when a hesitant finger tapped my shoulder. I gasped and spun slowly around.

"Loker! I'm so happy you came!" My happiness was genuine but his eyes held none. His face had the look of someone who has recently had some sleepless nights.

"Em, please call me Eli. You spend way too much time around your dad." His lips smiled but the mirth never reached his cold eyes.

I stared, concerned, at him, "Well, he is my dad! Eli," We walked, stepping together, into the giant field, "are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in awhile."

His jaw was tight, "Are you saying I don't look good tonight, Em?" This time his lips couldn't even form the smile, a grimace was all he could produce.

"Oh, Eli! What's wrong?" We stood in the middle of a throng of people surging all around us. I never figured this many people would come to Music Fest.

He pulled me between two music booths where we could talk alone, "What happened the other day has really been bothering me."

My face fell and I took a deep breath, "Look, Eli. I'm sorry I kissed you. Obviously I assumed you liked me too and I was wrong in that assumption. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you or anything."

Eli looked away, "I think it's best this way."

I forced myself to smile at him, "I'm just glad I can always count on you to tell me the truth. I really like that about you, Eli. No one else I know is like that." I wished Eli and I would have a fairytale ending but I was pretty sure I still had a truthful friend in him.

Loker POV

Lying to Emily Lightman was going down as the most difficult and worst thing I have ever done in my life. I knew falling in love with her was wrong and had tried to distance myself but she had only come closer; chatting with me during work, sharing music, and that final straw, kissing me.

I knew she relied on me to always tell her the truth, but I had just lied to her. I just told her it was better if we didn't have any romantic attachment to each other when I was in love with her. I fell in love with someone who was practically half my age. This just wasn't right, but we can't help who the heart chooses, right?

I looked back at Emily and almost told her at that precise moment that I was in love with her, but I was saved by something terrible.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. "I have to go to the bathroom. Bye!" Her voice squeaked and she ran in the direction of the makeshift bathrooms.

"Wait! Emily! No, don't go!" My face fell into my hands. Oh, what have I done? She may never believe or like me again... Two passing girls glared at me. I threw up my hands to the sky and walked swiftly to the bathroom.

I pushed my way through the throbbing crowd one thought on my mind, I can't let her get away. I love her. I can't let her get away. Go... go... go...

The obviously one stall makeshift, plywood bathroom finally came into view. I felt as if this were a dream, like I couldn't run, like that weird dream feeling that you were running in molasses.

The line was five women deep but I bypassed them to the step. One woman protested, "Hello? This is a woman's bathroom and there is a line, mister!"

I ignored her, instead pressing my ear to the door, "Emily? Em, please come out. I really need to talk to you."

"Loker?" Her voice was hopeful. "Go away." She seemed to steel herself against her feelings and channel her anger against me.

"I'm not leaving until you come out."

She laughed, "Go and enjoy Music Fest, Loker."

I sighed, "Em, please." I took a deep breath, "I lied to you." It was almost as hard as saying I love you. I finally appreciated the gravity of the situation. Emily may never trust me again and I would lose her. "Emily, please!"

"You lied to me?" Her voice was thin and plaintive.

"Yes, oh Emily! I lied. I'm so sorry. I'd understand if you never trust me again, just please come talk to me."

"What did you lie about, Eli? When you told me that the kiss bothered you or that you didn't want to be with me?" There was no emotion in her voice, just plain robotics.

"The kiss did bother me, in a good way, I swear. Come out and I'll tell you everything." My heart broke for us and I attempted to salvage the mood with a little humor, "Emily, princess, you're holding up the line. Please just do your business and come out."

She laughed, a musical twinkle I had fallen in love with. "Oh, Eli. Don't make me fun of me." Finally, the door creaked open and Emily stepped out. Her hair was slightly messy and her smoky makeup was almost gone but she was still beautiful Emily. "I look terrible."

"Never." I smiled and took her by the hand, leading her between two booths yet again.

"Eli, what did you lie about? I have to know." Her big eyes implored me to tell the truth.

I ran my hand through my hair, "It would change everything, Em. The truth would change everything."

"Tell me. I don't care. I want to know what you lied about. I need to know, Eli. It's like oxygen. Truth is like oxygen." Her breathing was heavy and she gasped between every sentence.

"You really want to know?" I half-smiled, knowing that I was leading her along now.

"Eli..." The warning tones in her voice alerted me to Emily's patience running thin. "Tell me right now or I'm calling my dad and going home."

My stomach twisted in knots. We'd have to keep our relationship a secret, especially from her over protective dad. Suddenly I had a thought. This was not a good idea. "No, Emily. I just, I just can't tell you."

There were those tears again, twisting the knife in my chest deeper and deeper. Her mouth quivered, "You don't care about me at all! I hate you so much!"

Instinct took over and all rational thought flew out of the window, "Emily! I lied! I love you!"

Her beautiful brown eyes widened in shock, "Eli, no..."