An Epic Goofy Movie

Winter Blues

Roxanne curled up on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the tv in front of her, but not really paying attention to anything. Stacey sat next to her, sharing a blanket together.

Jasmine had gone to bed, and Mocha had PJ over, not wanting to be alone. Stacey had told Bobby she was going to be with Roxanne tonight, which Roxanne appreciated.

It was almost five in the morning. She wasn't sleepy, and she had a final she needed to study for.

But all that could wait.

"Roxy, we should try to get some rest," Stacey said softly. "It won't do us no good staying up. I can sleep with you if you want."

Roxanne gave her a small smile. She knew Stacey was tired.

"You're right. I think I'll head to bed soon, I'm just going to make some tea." Roxanne said, taking the blanket off.

"I can make us some," Stacey offered. Roxanne shook her head.

"Go to bed, I'll be okay."

She watched as Stacey turned off the tv, and kissed her on the head. Roxanne was so thankful for her. Stacey had always been her rock.

Roxanne got up, her legs feeling a little numb. This nightmare she was living in never seemed to stop. She had heard Jasmine scream and ran back, seeing the body on the floor. The image was burned in her mind.

She shook her head, willing it to disappear.

She started the kettle. Above the stove was a small window. She saw its had begun to snow again. The sun was slowly creeping beneath the clouds, but she knew it would be a storm. It was always a storm on days like this.

She reached for the box of teas they kept on the counter. She didn't want to sleep. Every move she did was robotic. She opened the black tea bag, dropped it down into her favorite pink mug and stood there in the kitchen, not knowing what else to do.

If only her parents were still around. She would call her dad, let him know that she was okay, and that she was safe. But she had no one like that.

And her mom. She had been so young. How had she gotten past her teenage years without her?

The memory from halloween night came back to haunt her. Her mother's ghost had appeared, no, it was an illusion, but frightening all the same. Her mother had called her cheap, but she knew this wasn't really her mother.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had to stop feeling sorry for herself. She wiped it away angrily.

Max couldn't sleep. He could hear Bobby snoring on the top bunk, but his head was filled with so much worry.

Pj had gone to stay with Mocha. He should have offered to stay, he knew Jasmine wouldn't sleep either. And neither would Roxanne.

He turned on his bed, facing the wall. Who was he thinking? He wasn't their knight in shining armor. They didn't come to him when they needed help. He wasn't anyone important to them anymore.

That was Tony's job.

His arm ached from the cold. His old injuries bothered him now whenever the weather changed.

He could see the light reflecting off the white walls. The sun was starting to come up. He didn't want to stay in bed anymore. In two weeks he'd be back home, and celebrating Christmas with Mona.

He was only taking her because he had promised her a month ago he would. When he had mentioned it to his parents, Sylvia didn't seem too happy about it. She said she was going to go spend Christmas with her family, but that Goofy could be there if he really wanted to bring Mona home.