Disclaimer: I don't own Radio Free Roscoe or any of its characters. I am however the creative genius behind Alexandra (Alex) Strong, not to be confused with Alexandria Hicks, who is also nicknamed Alex, who belongs to Infinity86. I don't own the Canadian TV show 15/Love either.

Author's Notes: This is not really an RFR fic but it's mainly an Alex-centric story and that's why it's in the RFR category, because I created Alex for the RFR fandom and there's not a 15/Love category yet. I'm gonna request the category once I'm done with this story, just so you know.

Yeah, short update, but life sucks! singergirl22, thanks for sticking me with me. I think I finally made up my mind with the Tanis issue. PeanutButterOreoCookieGirl, thank god you've read my fic. Thought I was only gonna have one reviewer! Thanks for the review!

Time To Stand Alone
Chapter 2: The Memories

Alex was lying on her bed as soon she got to her room after practice. She was exhausted and sore. Coach Stefanski really worked them hard that afternoon. At first, he had told River to lead the practice since he had some essays to mark but then, when he arrived in the gym, she figured he was done...she never expected he would have company. He must have really wanted to impress Coach Gunnerson...

"Alex, supper! Are you up for some homemade pizza?"

Travis' voice made Alex force herself to sit up. "Coming!"

Alex ran down two flights of stairs and headed down to the dining room, where Travis was setting the table.

"Where are Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Todd?" she asked.

Travis shrugged. "Meeting I think...they didn't say much."

"So yeah, tonight's the big Roscoe Soundwave concert, huh?" Alex said with a grin as the pair began to eat, "Ready to tell Bridget you love her?"

Travis rolled his eyes at his older cousin and replied, "That's none of your business!"

"Not that it matters to me or anything but..."

"Shut up!" Travis exclaimed then he asked curiously, "So, why aren't you coming? I know Lily would be disappointed that you're not there."

"I've gotta pack for tomorrow and stuff," Alex replied evasively.

Travis raised an eyebrow and shook his head to show his disbelief.

"So yeah, make sure you wish Lily good luck for me!"

"Sure…"

Just when Travis looked like he was going to say something else, Alex looked up at the clock on the wall and said in a slightly agitated tone, "Listen, let's get through this meal, please? You've gotta leave for the concert soon, right?"

"Right." Travis knew that once Alex got that tone in her voice, it was only a matter of time before she got upset and confrontational so he didn't ask anymore questions. He just followed her lead and ate his own slice of pizza quietly.

After the meal, Alex walked out of the room as she said over her shoulder, "Have fun at the concert tonight!"

From where he was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Travis replied, "Yeah I will, and have fun packing!"

Alex stood in the middle of her slightly messy room with a sigh. She was usually a neat person but with the hustle and bustle of the holidays with Christmas shopping and whatnot, her more-hectic-than-usual training regimen and schoolwork, cleaning wasn't her priority.

Once she found one of her smaller red suitcases, she opened it up and noticed a shoebox. It seemed like an ordinary shoebox but it wasn't its outside appearance that was special but its contents that was the reason she had saved it. She pulled it out and emptied the contents of it onto her bed.

With a sad smile, she picked up the bright red wristband and put in on her left wrist. Drew played left-handed and she decided she would start honoring him that way. The day of her first ever singles match, she had forgotten to bring her own wristband and Drew had given it to her as a gift. They always wore matching wristbands even when they weren't on the court. It was the most important and well-known symbol of their friendship.

She picked up the small photo album and began to flip through it. The different memories that were captured by the pictures brought tears to her eyes but they refused to come out.

C'mon, Strong, lots of packing to do with very little time to do it in! Get a hold of yourself!