Uncertainty

Chapter 18

Tobin's POV;

"Okay, maybe this one?" Alex asks nervously, holding up a pastel yellow sundress in front of her.

Tobin sprawls out on her side on Alex's king sized bed as she scrolls through her phone. She loved helping Alex with just about anything, but 50 outfits later, Tobin was about done with Alex's indecisiveness.

"Listen babe, any of those outfits you've shown me would look incredible on you" Tobin compliments, grinning at the striker.

"Nice try Tobin. Try and butter me up all you want but it won't work. Can you just pick one of the outfits?" Alex begs, tossing the dress on the ground with the other garments.

Tobin rolls her eyes and tosses her phone onto the bed. She moves closer to Alex to sort through the pile of clothes that was about as tall as her waist.

"This one," She says, holding up a blue floral print sundress that caught her eye a while ago. She pulls out a white jacket to go on top of it and holds the outfit out for Alex to grab. "Blue brings out your eyes"

Alex gives her a grin and Tobin reciprocates. "I'm nervous" Alex confesses, running her hands through her hair.

Tobin wraps her arms around Alex's waist from behind and rests her chin on the striker's shoulder, swaying her back and forth. "Don't worry baby, everything will go smooth. I promise. Kelley and I will be here cheering you on" She reassures the younger girl.

Alex hadn't discussed what her responses to the questions would be with neither Tobin or Kelley. So the older girl had no idea what to expect. They had about 2 hours until the interview and Tobin felt the pit in her stomach growing larger by the second.

"Thanks Tobs" Alex responds, pulling one of Tobin's hands to her lips and kissing it lightly.

She pulls away from the midfielder and makes her way to the bathroom to get ready.

"Should I get dressed?" Tobin yells leaning against the shut door.

"You don't have to get dressed up, but just be presentable" The striker tells her.

Tobin suddenly realizes that at times, the pair must sound like an old married couple with the way they converse. And honestly, she would be lying if she told herself that sometimes she didn't wish they actually were.

She pulls a plain black v-neck from Alex's drawer and a pair of torn jeans from her own bag that's been lying in the corner of Alex's room since she's been home. She slips on the outfit and puts on her glasses to finish the look. The older girl hopes that Kelley tidied up the kitchen like they asked her to, but she won't be entirely surprised if it's worse than it was before.

"Seriously Kel?" Tobin laughs, examining the defender who's sprawled out on the leather couch, digging into a carton of chocolate ice cream.

"What?" She asks, her mouth full of food causing her response to be slurred.

Tobin rolls her eyes and rips the ice cream from the younger girls hand.
"Hey!" Kelley cries.

Tobin ignores her and puts the dessert in the freezer and begins washing the dishes that have been in the sink for days.

"Kelley, come on! We have like an hour and a half until E! News is gonna be here and you haven't even started the kitchen" Tobin complains, scrunching her face at the stench coming from the sink.

"I was gonna get to it! You're becoming as much of a neat freak as Alex, Tobin! Last time I checked you were sloppier than me" Kelley rebuts, folding her arms over her chest.