Dahlia Black (OC), also known as Doll, a new girl with a passion for football and photography moves into the Titans' life from sunny California. She's a blend of girly and sporty, and is lucky to join the Titans as they dance their way into history...
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The next morning was literal hell for poor Dahlia. She was never a fan of waking early and having a loud and persistent little roommate to make sure she was up in time for warm-ups, was not pleasant at all. Little Yoast who decided to jump on her until she had woken up this morning, earned herself a semi-gentle tickle tackle.
"So, how do I look Sheryl?" Dahlia asks lazily while tying her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. The smaller girl stares at her older roommate from her bed and smiles in approval. Sheryl silently decides that she likes Dahlia dressed this way much better than the way she was before, with all them dresses and such. She has these long white fitted waist-high pants that ties in the front much like the shoes she herself wore everyday. She also had on these black shoes that seemed to be some type of converse and the white plain jersey she wore was a tad big for her, but she had tied it to the side to help with that.
Dahlia looks like she belongs on the field with the guys and Sheryl respects that. Seeing Dahlia like this, makes her feel less different than most girls who wore dresses all the time and fussed about their hair. It strangely gives her a sense of comfort and familiarity knowing she wasn't so different from all the other girls.
"I like you this way better," she finally mutters softly causing Dahlia to stare at her with concern. She's never heard the usually rambunctious girl speak so quietly. She smiles at the smaller girl before brushing some of her fringe away from her eyes and to the side.
"Well, thank you kindly," she responds graciously as Sheryl happily joins her when she goes to exit the room.
Once Dahlia was out on the field she groans at the heat that beams down on her. A long whistle is heard from the group of guys who were huddled together, calling her attention. Dahlia rolls her eyes and turns to glare at Petey, who had been the one to whistle.
"Now would you looky here!" He announces loudly catching the attention from the other guys who turn to stare as well, "Why are you dressed like this Baby Doll?" He asks throwing his arm around her shoulder like he usually does, causing a few of his fellow white teammates to glare harshly.
"Not that I don't appreciate the view or nothin'," he adds as an after thought causing Dahlia to laugh a little at the way he moves his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Man, would you get off of her! She don't want no man shorter than her hittin' her up like this!" Blue steps up pulling Petey away from her and into a headlock. This gets a couple of others to snicker as Petey struggles to get away from Big Ol' Blue half-heartedly.
"Morning Dolly!" Louie greets with a hug that literally sweeps her off her feet. "Why are you dressed out like us today?" He asks while placing her back down onto her feet. Dahlia, in reply sighs and reluctantly begins to stretch for the day to come.
"Coach Boone says I'm suppose to work out with ya'll for a bit," she grumbled still tired from her rude awakening. This statement catches the attention of more of the guys.
