I started watching the Lying Game really late but I really enjoy the series and decided to write this fanfic. I would like to say all rights go to ABC Family for the creation of The Lying Game and this work is purely fiction. Any real adresses or events used are used fictionly for entertainment purposes only.

Jogging down Fremont Street, a tall young woman with wavy mahogany colored hair dusting her shoulders, with small curves but there was something admirable about the long, graceful limbs with their smooth muscles. She exuded a subtle, very feminine power in her movements as she stretched while waiting for the bottle of water she had stopped by a local food truck for.

Handing the man five dollars she muttered a quick 'thanks' before gulping down the tepid liquid gratefully. She contemplated how to continue her jog, on one hand there was no need to hurry, it wasn't as if she in a hurry to be alone with the creep she called a foster brother. But in the other the southern Californian sun was beating down on her was not the most ideal objective either, especially when the sidewalk was burning like coal and making the soles of her sneakers soft and sticky.

"Dammnit!" She cursed glancing at her diamond-studded platinum watch which her twin Sutton had oh-so kindly gifted her with over a month ago. She was supposed to be on web-cam at three o'clock sharp and it was two fifty-four.

Unconsciously her feet were already heading to the rugged street of Balzar Avenue. When she reached the house she didn't even bother ringing the brass button that didn't even work properly. She twisted the door knob. As she suspected, it opened, and the heavy wood panel swung inwards with a heavy clang as it made contact with the wall around it which was already dented with one too many incidents. Clarice and Travis were idiots, they never locked the door which made them vulnerable to a robbery but she didn't care, this house meant nothing to her and everything in it held nothing of value.

Shutting the door, she ventured down the hall until she reached her room at the end. She paused, wiping her slick forehead with her arm. But the heat proved to be too much and inch by inch she peeled off her shirt, revealing a tight stomach and a shapely chest clad in lace. She bunched it up and used it to wipe the sweat from her face and chest, then tucked it into her back pocket, completely oblivious to her audience which leered at her.

"Hey sis," She felt herself flinch before she rolled her eyes in annoyance. But sadly, he thought it would be smart to keep talking. "Good run?"

"I'm not your sister and I don't see how that's any of your concern." She retorted plastering an innocent look on her face.

"Fine foster sister. I like that better anyway, so many more possibilities." He wiggled his brows caddishly at her. She felt herself snort at that, did he really think there was any possible way she would let his slimy hands in her pants or even on her skin in the first place. He leaned into the bars of her window, "You're a challenge. The more you resist, the more riveting you become. Why not let my name roll off that tongue of yours? That might make you more compelling. Come on, say the name you'll be moaning eventually."

She felt a wave of disgust roll over her at just how insistent Travis was. He wouldn't take no for an answer. "Unlikely, perv now do you mind?' It wasn't a question however Travis being his obnoxious self had to answer. "Only if you close the-" He was cut off by her sliding the plastic slide which covered her window into place and her shutting the blinds.

Turning to shut her bedroom door she cursed Clarice for not allowing her to have a lock in her door. Raking her fingers through her hair, her computer began ringing at the request for video chat in that exact moment. Letting all thoughts or concerns of her pervy foster brother wash away, she felt herself smile as she plopped down in the chair at her desk for school work.

Opening it up, her smile widened at the sight displayed before her on the screen. Her twin sister Sutton stood at her mohagony dresser, re-arranging her jewelry box and perfumes. "Hey there, stranger," She teased.

Sutton turned her head and smiled back upon seeing her twin yet rolled her eyes at the greeting. "Oh shut up Ems. You're just jealous because I'm the pretty one." She poked fun Emma. Emma laughed sarcastically, "We have the same face dumbass. And for the record, I had this face first, you stole it."

Sutton crawled onto the bed, feigning a pout as she looked at the screen. Emma shook her head, "Not the face. Do not give me the face," Emma warned as Sutton stuck her bottom lip out and batted her lashes while twirling a strand of caramel hair around her index finger.

"Fuck me I can't say anything insulting to you with that face on!" Emma groaned, throwing her head back.

Sutton giggled at Emma's distress, "Well I would since you're as sexy as me but firstly that's incest and I don't feel as if that would be a fun time to explain. And second I don't swing that way."

This time Emma was the one to pout playfully, "Damn why you gotta crush my hopes and dreams like that? Your loss anyway babe, I could've given you the experience of a lifetime." She shrugged in mock bitterness. Sutton chuckled, shaking her head with a smile.

"Okay. All jokes aside how was Paris?" Emma asked her twin though she could already imagine how it had gone, she had gone to the capital of France for god sake! Sutton smiled at the fond memories, "Same old, same old. Hot boys, delicious snacks and the best theaters I've ever been in. How was your summer babe?"

"Pretty normal at least for me. I've only had to throw my shoe at the troll I live with by the name of Travis once a week to keep him out of my room." Emma shrugged, Sutton shook her head. Emma deserved a better life than she had, she was supposed to be with Sutton and not just through a screen but she wanted more. She wanted to be able to hug her twin, talk to her face to face, make memories together, get into trouble so they could later laugh at.

"Emma I want you to come live with me." Sutton whispered into the screen. Emma chewed her bottom lip nervously at the request. They had already discussed why it was too dangerous for Emma to just take off to Phoenix randomly and there was no doubt in order to get more money in Clarice would come looking for her.

"Sutton..." "I know what we talked about Emma but I'm done with you not having the best life you can possibly have. And I want a chance to really get to know you. To hug you, really talk face to face not through a computer screen, make memories and get into trouble together. I want that for us, so why don't you?!"

"It's all I've ever wanted since that day you found me four years ago." Emma said quietly, "Then it's settled. Be in Phoenix tomorrow or I'm coming to get you." Emma was silent, looking anywhere other than her computer screen. This life. It was all she had ever known, all she had ever had but of course she had wondered if there was something better for her. And then that something better had found her and now she was being offered something greater than what she had.

But would she amount to what Sutton's expectations of her would be? Would she still want her around if she knew her face to face?

She tried to shift her shoulders and winced.

"What's up?" Sutton asked idly, noting with some concern the grimace of pain on her twin's face. "Nothing," Emma claimed at first, but a cautious testing showed her that she might be mistaken. "I think I just pulled a muscle in my back," she grumbled. "Guess I overstretched a little."

Sutton was having none of that, "Get that checked. I wanna know if you're hurt or not or so help me Emma I will track you down and drag you to a hos-"

As soon as she heard her door opening she pressed the button to end their chat when Travis poked his head in the doorway. "Who ya talking too?" "Lexi, school project." Emma answered coldly. She had told Travis to keep out of her room. "Why so tense sis? Need your big strong brother to work out a kink for you?"

Emma rolled her eyes at his mediocre attempt to touch her. "You wish now out of my room." She shut the door right on his face. Was going to Phoenix... to Sutton her best option?