Gold was laying flat on his back, his arms were stretched out and his legs splayed as if he was trying to make a snow angel; except he was lying in the dead center of a Pokemon Center's floor. The boy was bored out of his mind, and even the playful nudge of his Typhlosion's head didn't spur him up.
He only finally sat up as Nurse Joy walked over and poked him in the side with her shoe. He looked up at the nurse and sat up, frowning slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah... sorry, I'm just really bored."
After a stern lecture from the nurse about how he couldn't sleep in the middle of the floor, he finally got up and walked over, leaning against the wall with a groan. His eyes darted down to his PokeGear, and he decided to give a friend a call - and after a moment, he dialed the one trainer he admired most in the world.
"C'mon Red... please answer..."