While Lyn was flying high, with her flirting and sweet gestures, Buffy was tense and calculated. Lyn barely took notice but she did find herself slightly troubled with her families behavior. However that took less than a moment as Matt seemed to be on his 'A' game and not only made Lyn feel special but included.

It was hard to pay attention to the world around her when her world was so damn happy.

Ros was putting in the bare minimum to just about everything. Stefan seemed worried, but not as worried as Bonnie.

Though she had tried to tell her friends she was fine, they both noticed her drawn in behavior. Bonnie tried to corner her several times during the day but hadn't gotten much more than she got into a fight with the equally distant Buffy.

Bonnie relayed it was a family thing to a worried Stefan and they both let it go.

After school Ros had volleyball practice where Stefan had football and Bonnie cheer. All in all the only one not doing anything after school that friday afternoon was a bored Lyn.

"Hey Lyn," she turned to see a smiling Jer.

"Hey Jer," she greeted, waving from her spot on the top tier of the bleachers. "You seem happy."

"I am!" he said happily jogging up to join her. "I feel really good about my test and can't thank you enough for that!"

"That's great!" she nearly preened, so very pleased she was able to help. "So how's Jenna."

"Oh," his mood soured a bit. "She's okay. She plans on taking off and letting my uncle John take over custody."

"Oh?" Lyn asked worry in her voice.

"Yeah, it's just really hard for her being here," he answered, showing maturity Lyn wasn't prepared for. "It's been too hard losing so many people here for her. Where as I have memories and ties here that weigh more than their deaths, she can only see the deaths."

"Wow," Lyn stated dumbly, "Are you okay?"

"For the most part," he answered, with a shrug. "Uncle John is kinda difficult but I understand why Aunt Jenna can't handle it."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

Jer shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I'm happy she is leaving, it's better for her."

"Well that's good than," Lyn said worried over the implications.

"Yeah," he answered, sitting down and looking out beside her. "Are you going to the game?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Cool," he answered, Lyn watched ahead of her but could see Jer shifting a bit. "I was wondering if you'd like to hang out during the game? Maybe go to a quick dinner at The Grill maybe play a game of pool?"

Lyn was shocked. The carpet pulled from underneath her Lyn turned to look at the boy. "Are you asking me on a date?"

He gave her a smile that was almost too much. It held more charm in it than a stupid sophomore should be able to hold.

He gave a chuckle and Lyn was nearing the point of absolute frustration at how unreal how charming this kid could be. "Yeah, yeah I am."

"I-uh," Lyn froze. "I am so sorry," she whispered, "I'm seeing someone."

"Oh?" he asked, hurt evident.

"Yeah," she responded suddenly feeling horrible. "I'm seeing Matty."

"Matt Donovan?" Lyn nodded, unsure on what to say, "He's a good guy." Jer said with a sigh, standing up and shooting her another unfair smile. "Thanks for the studying."

"Uh, yeah," was all Lyn could say, watching the boy go. "Huh." She sighed to herself, trying to understand what exactly happened there. She has never been the type of girl who had more than one attractive guy pursue her before. She didn't know anyone in real life that dealt with the impossibility of that.

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Ros did all in her power to keep everything internalized. It was apparent that others had noticed, but after hearing there was a family issue with Buffy, they let it go. She was a bit worried how fast Lynnie would snuff out what was what, but thankfully Lynnie was busy with very handsome mortal guys.

Ros was really hopeful that Lynnie would be successful in dating, especially since she herself failed so hard. That was what it kept relaying down to. Just about everything was another reason on how she didn't belong. How she just wasn't meant to be here.

Ros wanted to cry but was finding it more and more difficult. She kind of didn't actually care anymore. This all wasn't real, it was all a fantasy somehow merged all together and into one. It was crap.

So once again Ros was drifting into the negative disbelieving craziness that drove Lyn up the wall. The curly haired girl understood it, but her mind was a chaotic mess.

So after volleyball practice, Ros easily walked home. The sun was setting and if Ros wasn't home by the time the sun set, Damon would most likely get angry. But all together it was fine, she was going to do some research on souling of vampires and was going to see what she could do to help her cousin.

Maybe she could even soul her crush.

She easily made her way to the house and camped out in front of the computer, knowing everyone else in the house would be at the football game and possibly the party afterwards, leaving her free to experiment.

And truly, if the world was fake, wouldn't knowing that and manipulating that bring up endless possibilities?

So with that in mind, Ros began to search the web for ways and hints of souling a demonic entity.

Being that the next day was a Saturday, Ros didn't leave that computer till well after everyone else came home from the football game and subsequent party. With just the barest hint of a trail, Ros finally went to sleep.

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Lyn woke up to a barging Caroline into her room. With a groan Lyn rolled over and pulled the blankets onto her head. "Go away," Lyn let out a groan in irritation.

"Not uh," Care said, and Lyn could hear the smile on her face, "We gotta go shopping and get you something cute for your date tonight."

"It's too early," Lyn goraned.

"Yeah well your aunt said you gotta get up now anyways, she has something downstairs for you."

"I don't wanna," Lynnie said with a whine.

"Come on, your Aunt said you need to get up now."

Lynnie whined and sat up, "Fine!" She gave a huff a stretch pulling through her. "I gotta get dressed."

"Okay," Care responded with a smile, it was wrong how bright and bubbly she was. "I'm gonna go wake up your sister."

"Good luck," Lynnie called out with a smile, knowing Ros could very well be a monster.

"Oh I don't need it," Lyn could hear the smugness in her voice.

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"Get up princess!" Caroline barked, yanking the curly haired girls blankets off of her. "You and I need to chat," she said with a bit of snark in her voice.

Rosalind gave a groan, "Wha?"

"You see, you were suppose to be the bookie losery type, and yet you have two of the most attractive men in this city pinning after you."

Ros gave a huff and put her head in her hands. "No one is pinning after me."

"Yeah whatever, you still have two of the most hottest guys coming over for dinner and playing games with you."

"I have friends, Care," Ros said with a groan, "you know, what you're supposed to be; not ensuring I'm the bookie losery type."

She huffed, "You know what I meant!"

"What you meant was I was stealing all the hot guys and we both know I am not right to have my own hot guy."

She gave a miserable sigh, her uppity anger crashing down, "You could have your own hot guy, you just;" she sighed and sat down, "so you aren't seducing them?"

"Like I could!" Ros exclaimed, almost in a whining tone, doing her absolute to push Damon out of her mind. The man was just toying with her anyways. She rubbed her eyes and gave a heavy sigh, "so what's going on?"

"Your Aunt wants you to head downstairs," Caroline bounced on the bed some, "she has something for you and your sister."

"Oh," Ros gave a good stretch and rolled her head. "Kay, wanna pick out my outfit for the day?"

"Really?" She asked, confusion evident.

"Yeah, you know I don't care."

She snorted, "Sometimes it's like you're trying to put yourself up as a hippy."

Ros chuckled. "I like skirts. Are you going to pick something out or am I?"

"NO!" Care said jumping up, "I love dressing you up."

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"I think Caroline has a problem," Ros stated simply as she came down the stairs. She was dressed in a prep fall sort of look with tight jeans and beautiful pastel colors. Ros was feeling like she could really rock this outfit if she had cute brown booties to go with it. As it was she was stuck wearing plain brown flats.

"Be nice or I'll drag you along with us," Care threatened with a smile.

"Us?" Lyn asked sipping her coffee.

"You and I are going shopping for your date tonight."

"Care, I don't know if-" Lyn tried to interrupt.

"Oh no!" Caroline responded breaking in. "You are and I'll pay for half of it!"

"Really, Caroline," Aunt Joyce said in disappointment. "That isn't necessary, the girls can pay for their own clothes, and they'll even have their own phones too ensure I can get ahold of them."

"Phones?" Lyn asked, as Ros walked around to get a cup herself.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you girls about. Your father's estate came in and he left enough money for me to set up in a trust for school." She then held up the boxed cell phones, "Your mother sent you two phones on a plan that she'll keep up till you graduate."

"Whoa," Ros stated looking at the phones. She noted they were very similar to the old school Nokia phones but the girl gasped as she realized the phones open like a book and revealed a larger screen on the inside and a cool keyboard.

"They are exactly the same." Aunt Joyce said handing them out. "I believe Lolly didn't want to be unfair."

"Wow," Lyn stated.

Ros agreed with her and was excited as she took her new phone out. Getting into her settings she was able to find her new number and quickly gave it to Caroline while also stealing the other girls phone and getting everyone's number out of it.

Lynnie quickly followed suite and began setting up her contacts after reading her new number aloud for Buffy to save.

It was exciting to get a phone again. Both girls were rather addicted to their phones in the real world, which made this almost nostalgic.

It also gave Ros a bit security that she was lacking. She was still on edge from her disbelief in being here. This was something that helped, even just a little bit.

"Alright well let's get going, I'll pay for breakfast," Caroline said with a smile.

Aunt Joyce shook her head but didn't say anything, instead she decided to let the bubbly girl handle it.

"Shopping?" Buffy asked.

"Of course you're invited," Care said with a huge smile. "You know you are probably the best shopper in town."

"Under 100$, Buffy," Aunt Joyce said with a sigh.

"Pick me up some cute booties," Ros threw in, not caring who did it just that someone got her cute booties. "Same size as Lynnie."

"You're coming too," Care tried to demand.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are," Care shot back.

"No, I'm really not," Ros answered, "I have plans."

Lynnie cocked her head to the side and was shot with a tinge of worry, but she didn't know if she should bother being worried.

"Oh," Caroline said with a tinge of sadness. "So," she said perked back up, "brown booties that would go with outfits like that?"

Ros nodded with a smile, "I'm probably going to try and do this more and more."

She smiled, "Alright then."

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Once everyone left, Ros got a bowl down for cereal while Aunt Joyce decided to go to the local farmers market after being assured Ros had a plan for the day.

Ros gave a sigh, already hating holding everything in, but starting to feel like maybe she could be good at it. She knocked her head to the side and was pleased that it was starting to become a little easier.

"Knock knock," Damon came in, a smirk on his lips. That tended to be on his face all the time didn't it. "Oh how refined," he sneered at the cereal, before giving a sigh, "I'll make you pancakes, throw that out."

"You make pancakes?"

"I'm over one hundred and fifty years old," he responded moving in the kitchen as if it were his own. "I am able to make pancakes."

"Jeeze, sorry," Ros said snidely. Her irritation peeking through, she did as she was told though and began putting the un-milked bowl of cereal away.

"Well if you don't want them," he said pausing some his eyes daring her to speak up.

"No, I want pancakes," she responded morosely.

He gave her a tight smile, "Perk up, B."

"Don't go there," she said with a sigh, laying her head on the counter.

"What has you so," he motioned toward her, "Stefany."

She snorted but didn't raise her head. "Damon," she said with a sigh, "I've told you, I do my best not to lie. If you start this, I won't stop."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I will reveal my soul to you," she said lifting her head and looking him in the eye. "I mean I will blab until you probably want to kill me. You will hate me and I still won't stop."

"I'll probably give a hard no to that then."

"Fine," Ros said putting her head down again.

"You really hate lying huh?"

She took a very noticeable breath, "You ever live a lie? Like you're wearing rose colored glasses, and then they're ripped cruelly from your face?"

She looked so tiny upon saying that, that Damon had a hard time responding for a moment. He gave a heavy sigh and looked blandly at the girl. "How many pancakes?"

"Two please."

"At least you have manners."

"Be nice," she said with a pout.

"Oh please," he responded, flipping the pancake. "I am being nice. I'm making sure that if you die, you won't stay dead, and I'm also making you breakfast."

"You are going to eat with me, right?" She asked weakly.

He sighed, obviously becoming annoyed with her angry then sad attitude. "Of course." He had expected her to perk up again, like she tended to do, but was disappointed to learn she didn't, she just laid her head down again. "You know Stefan doesn't get so mopey."

She gave a blink, a deep breath, "You are treading close to my breaking point, Damon."

"Oh I'm so scared."

"I'm probably going to cry so, if female emotions scare you, you should be."

"I'm not afraid of girls crying," he gave his cocky look, "especially if I'm the cause of it."

"So you like being a meanie, then?"

"What are you? Two?" Ros gave a shrug at the question, he gave her a smoldering look, "Usually they cry out in pleasure."

She scrunched her nose. Mentally wondering if since the body was a virgin would she be as awkward as she was when she first went through the embarrassing experience.

"You have a pondering face," Damon said with a smirk. "Are you wondering if you'd cry out too?" Heat scorched her cheeks as she lay her head into her arms, hiding her face. "Interesting."

Ros bit back her groan and tried to gain control of her blush. "Not gonna happen," she said her cheeks strained from fighting the blush, as she looked up, "I'm so not even close to your type."

He placed a plate of two pancakes in front of her, a sarcastic grin on his face.

AN-Thank you to all my readers. I'm writing chapter 71 now and am thinking of stopping there and making a part two. The question is should I keep going, using this story for what I see as part two or make a new story. Any suggestions, concerns or anything feel free to message me.