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 nicknamed Alex as well, who belongs to Infinity86. I don't own the Canadian TV show 15/Love either.

Author's Notes: To singergirl22, MissDelight and PeanutButterOreoCookieGirl, thanks for your continued support. Love y'all!

MissDelight, I tried to add more to the conversation…your feedback meant a lot to me. Hopefully, the end's okay.

Time To Stand Alone

Chapter 4: The Questions

It was shortly after 8pm when Alex finally led Robbie to the front door and said goodbye. From where Travis was sitting, he could see that Robbie didn't want to let Alex go. It was odd since he always figured Alex's feelings weren't returned, even though he had no idea why. He went back to the bag of chips he had retrieved five minutes earlier and listened in on the pair's goodbyes.

"Listen, good luck tomorrow, Alex," Robbie said with a smile after reluctantly releasing Alex from his hug.

Alex replied, "Thanks, Robbie. Uh...listen, I...l...ost my lucky tennis shoes and I better go find them before I go to bed. I need them for the tournament." She exhaled, somewhat relieved that she decided to change her mind at the last minute and not tell Robbie how she felt. Robbie seemed to buy it but Alex knew that what she said was a complete lie. Her lucky red tennis shoes were safe and sound. They the first thing she put in her workout bag.

"Uh, yeah, you better go find them..." Robbie nodded in understanding, not knowing it was a lie.

"I'll talk to you soon, when I get back," Alex announced.

"I'm counting on it," Robbie replied with a flirtatious tone, "Bye..."

"Bye."

"Should I even ask what you were doing in your room with Robbie?" Alex sat down on the couch next to Travis as he asked the question without taking his eyes off the TV screen.

The bouncy blonde did like her cousin and watched the documentary on the screen as she replied, "Listen, Robbie and I were just talking. Relax! What's up with you, anyways?"

Travis mumbled something incoherently.

"What?"

"Bridget broke up with me."

"Wow..."

"I know."

"Are you okay?"

"I could be better."

"I bet!"

"So are you going to tell me what's going on between you and Robbie?"

"Nothing."

Travis rolled his eyes at Alex then refocused his attention on the TV. Alex reached for Travis' bag of chips when the sandy blond guy noticed the wristband on his cousin's wrist. He raised an eyebrow at her before refocusing on the TV screen again.

"You're wearing that again?"

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

"Uh huh..."

Alex quietly ate the chips she took.

"Alex...what's wrong?"

Alex laughed lightly. "Nothing's wrong. I just...we had a visitor at practice today."

"Hmmmmm?"

"Yeah, uh, Coach Gunnerson from Cascadia."

"He was scouting?"

"Uh, it was more like recruiting, 'cuz. He wants me to go to Cascadia."

"Oh wow..."

Alex sighed. "I don't even know if I'm going but I told Robbie I was."

"Oh...what the heck is going on between you guys?"

"Nothing. Anyway, I need about a week to think about it. Gotta talk to my parents and stuff...don't tell anyone I told you, okay? It's not even a sure thing yet."

"Okay...honestly though, why are you leaving? Is it about Drew? Or Robbie?"

"What?"

"This is a life-altering decision, Alex. You gotta do this for you and not for someone else."

"I know."

"So…Are you seriously doing it? I heard some awesome stuff about their campus! The hard courts will really suit your game."

"Yeah, I guess I am doing it."

"I heard that this French guy, Sebastien Dube, goes there."

"Yeah that's what I heard too…"

"Well, how about your academics? I hear their standards are pretty tough too…"

"Okay, so I'm not a math whiz. I'll deal."

"I heard about this kid, Sunny Capaduca, and she's this 12 year old prodigy…"

"Like I said, I'll deal."

"Why am I more excited about this than you are?"

"Calm down, Trav, remember, I'm not even sure if I'm going yet."

"Why do I have a feeling it's not because of your parents or mine?"

"Stop it with the 20 questions, 'cuz. I'm not in the mood for it and I know you wouldn't be if I turned the tables on you."

Travis stopped speaking, picked up the remote on his lap and fast-forwarded it to a tennis match he had taped for Alex. Together, they sat there in silence, letting everything sink in.