I don't own Pretty Little Liars. So, yeah.

Lying Isn't a Crime

The short, blonde girl's eyes widen. She quickly composes herself and smirks at her friends. She looks at each of her friends in turn. Wide eyes, one set hazel, one dark brown, one light brown, and one blue, stare back at her.

"Relax, guys," Ali says, laughing the threatening text off, "It's a joke. Watch," she holds her phone out to her friends and presses delete on the message, "Gone. Now you try."

"Ali, what if it isn't a joke?" the shortest girl of the group demands, hazel eyes filled with fear.

"Aria's right, Alison," the tall, thin brunette states, "We should tell one of our counselors. This could be some psychopath."

"Aria, Spencer, relax," Ali deadpans, "It's not like they straight out threatened us."

"It sounded pretty threatening to me," the only other blonde whispers, scared.

"The only thing threatening to you is carbs, Hanna," Alison snaps at her chubby friend who looks hurt at the outburst.

"Don't listen to her, Han," Spencer steps in, "You're perfect just the way you are."

"Be a friend and tell her the truth," Ali smirks, "Losing weight will be good for Hanna. And it's highly possible out here. Why so quiet, Em?"

"I…I just think that we shouldn't fight while we're here. We need to stick together. Especially with this person after us," the half-Asian girl speaks at last.

"You worry too much. All of you," Alison says sweetly to her posse, "We will all be fine."

"Hello, ladies," a tall man in his early twenties says, approaching the group of five, "My name is Ezra Fitz and I'll be your main counselor."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fitz," Alison greets the attractive man, taking charge as usual.

"Have you all found your cabins?" he asks. Alison, Hanna, Emily, and Spencer nod.

"I haven't," Aria tells him, gesturing to her bags, which are resting by her feet.

"In that case, you need to be escorted. Everyone has to meet in the mess hall in five minutes and if you're late without a chaperone, you could get in trouble. So, I'll take you where you need to go and I'll see you four later, in the mess hall," he informs the girls. He steps forward and takes one of Aria's two bags. Alison begins to walk toward the mess hall and the other three quickly follow as Aria lifts her second bag onto her shoulder.

Aria

"Name?" Ezra asks, "And cabin number, if you know it."

"Aria Montgomery," she states, smiling at the cute counselor, "I think I'm cabin four." The blue-eyed counselor consults his clipboard.

"You're right, cabin four," he tells his short companion and gestures in the direction they need to walk. As they walk, Aria notices how good he smells and how perfect his face is.

"Why are you a counselor? At a camp for delinquents, none the less," Aria blurts out, without thinking. Her voice took on a bitter note when she mentioned delinquents.

"I like helping people," he answers, obviously not finding the question at all strange, "Here we are, cabin four." He opens the door and stands back for Aria to go inside first. She places her bag on the free bed and smiles when she notices Spencer's luggage set on the other. Team Sparia gets to stick together.

"And you don't exactly look like a delinquent, so why are you here?" he boldly questions the young girl.

"My friends and I set off a stink bomb in this guy's garage," she explains, feeling as though she can trust him, "We didn't know anyone was inside and we didn't know it would cause a fire. The guy's step sister went blind because of it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"Pranks can cause pain, Aria," Ezra tells her, "No matter how harmless it might seem."

Alison

Grey-blue eyes scan the mess hall. Pink lips turn up into a twisted smirk, revealing pearly white teeth. A slight chuckle escapes her slender throat.

"Well, well, well, look who else is here, ladies," Ali says sweetly to three out of four best friends. Mocha, brown, and blue eyes peer across the room and a small gasp is heard.

"Holy cow, is that Toby Cavanaugh?" Spencer asks, eyes wide.

"Do you think that he sent the -" Emily starts to ask but is cut off by Alison.

"Nothing was sent by anyone, Em." The dark haired girl looks down at her lap after being scolded.

"Attention, everyone!" a tall man demands from the front of the room. All eyes turn towards him.

"Welcome to Camp Therapy," he says, loudly, "My name is Ian and I am the head counselor here. I'm sure you all know why you're here. All of you have done things that have gotten you into trouble. So much trouble that you have very few choices. This camp or jail, for most of you. Act up, and you get kicked out. Do what you're told and you get to go home with a clean slate. Any problems you have with each other are not my problem. Work it out.

You all have schedules and every counselor knows where all of you are supposed to be. We have pictures with the lists of names so if you're in the wrong place, we will know. Go explore and get a feel for the camp. We'll jump into everything tomorrow once everyone is settled."

Alison stands quickly and makes her way to the back of the room, where she spotted Aria at the beginning of Ian's speech. Hanna, Emily, and Spencer hurry after her as they see her grabs Aria's arm, dragging her outside. She doesn't stop until the five of them end up in the middle of the woods.

"We need to talk, now," she demands, harshly.

Toby

He glares at their backs as they leave the mess hall. It's all their fault. Theirs and Jenna's. They ruin everything. His life was going fine when it was just him and his dad. But then he had to go and marry Jenna's mother. Jenna's such a bitch. She'll do anything to get him in trouble. He storms out of the mess hall and through the woods. Once he finds a large oak tree, next to a stream, he throws himself to the ground. As he leans against the tree, his hard, blue eyes soften and fill with tears. He feels them slide down his face and closes his eyes, breathing in the earthy scent of the woods.

"To…Toby?" a soft, feminine voice asks. He turns around and sees his goddess. The girl he has secretly been in love with since the day he first saw her.

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