Disclaimer: I don't own any Rizzoli & Isles nor She's the Man. I don't make any profit. This is my first Rizzles attempt so please me patient. It is Femslash so if that's not your cup of tea go get coffee.
The Beginning
Wow what a bright, sunny, and beautiful day it is. Perfect weather for soccer tryouts thought Jane. While standing in the middle of Illyria's soccer field, she exhaled and inhaled a few deep breaths. Now lets hope no one can tell that I'm totally pretending to be my brother just to get into their soccer team and show everyone at my high school that I can play just as well as any boy.
Jane walked awkwardly and confused through Illyria's halls trying to find her dorm. She couldn't shake off this dreaded feeling of anxiousness.
I can be a boy…how hard can it be, I mean, I've only lived with one for like 17 years this will be so easy. I'll be able to show Casey that a girl can do anything a boy can... But even better…I'm Frankie, I'm Frankie, I'm Frankie. Jane kept this on auto-repeat play in her head. There's no room for error. I mean they already think I'm a dude half the time…
Nothing, and I mean nothing was going to stand in her way of getting into Illyria's soccer team and beating the boys Cornwall team, or so she thought.
I can do this, I'm a dude, I'm a hunky dude, I'm a badass hunky dude. She made her way through the hallway to find her dorm as she pumped her spirits up.
Finding her assigned dorm and fumbling with her key to get in. She tripped with enough force sending her straight into her dorm with a loud thud on the bed.
"Hey wud up… you must be my roommate?" asked Jane while straightening up her wrinkled boy uniform that fit a little big. Her brother was able to fill it up more snugly since he worked out just as hard as she did. Jane prided herself in being in good shape and keeping up with the rigorous training sessions that she set up for herself. Since this was a career choice for her not just a game. Knowing the statistic of the actual people who make it into the major leagues are slim to none, she wants to play all her cards right.
"Uh yeah, I'm Barry Frost and you are?"
"I'm Frankie Rizzoli." Jane extended her hand for a manly shake and a very awkwardly man hug.
"This is Andrew and Toby, they live next door." Frost pointed to his best friends and soccer mates... hesitating a bit before asking the next question, he continued "Uh um... why do you have tampons in your bag?"
Taken aback Jane snapped her head back to where her Vans duffel bag had landed in her stumble.
Shit! Shit!
"I um… I get really bad nose bleeds?" She lied horribly.
Really… really of everything that I could of pulled out of my ass I had to pull that out.
"So what do you do? Stick'em in... Your nose?" a very perplexed Andrew asked. Getting up from Barry's computer desk, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper on his way up missing the trashcan completely.
"Yeah, you've never done that? Bekham does it all the time!" Lied Jane with a raspy voice. Trying desperately not to seem like such a freak and more of a cool average guy. Jane played the whole thing off as if everyone who didn't use tampons for nosebleeds were crazy.
It was futile, her roommates had already labeled her as a complete nut job, a geek, even worst, a nerd.
A round of laughter was heard form all three shirtless jocks.