This is my first story so I hope you like it. Look's like the Sinnoh League are going to be my victims for most of my stories.
Also I don't own Pokemon or any of it's characters. If I did, Gen 4 remakes would have happened a long time ago.
It was a usual Saturday morning after the Sinnoh League had a week long break. There were no trainers scheduled to go up against the League, so the elite four and champion had the day off. The youngest of the elite four, Aaron, who was 16, was surprisingly usually the first to wake up no matter the occasion. It was 7:43 AM when Aaron went down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. He was walking towards the fridge when he heard a low humming noise. The kind a fridge would make, only this was not the normal humming noise he had known from before. Slowly he crept towards the fridge… Took the handle and slowly began opening the fridge…
"AHHHHH ICE AH COLD AHHHUGHHH!" As soon as the green-haired boy open the door to the freezer, ice came tumbling out and onto the floor. Looking into the fridge he saw that even the shelves themselves were filled to the brim with ice. Shutting the door so no more ice would escape, he turned to see if anyone else had seen what he had. There was a sigh of relief when he thought he was alone.
"Aaron? Was the scream coming from you?" Of all people, it was Cynthia, she was still wearing what she wore to bed, but with it her signature coat. Tilting her head slightly, she said,
"Uh… Aaron?"
"Oh! Yeah! What did you say?" the boy said, trying to act natural, but of course failing to do so.
"Was… that you screaming?"
"Um… I-"
"Good morning Cynthia! Aaron!" The loud red-head entered the room and started walking towards the fridge.
"N-no! Flint! Don't open-" But it was too late. Again for the second time, the ice rolled onto the floor, creating a mess bigger than before. Not only that, but the fire user tripped and fell on the ground.
"Ow… Dude, who left the ice maker on?" he said from the floor, but the only answer he got was laughter from the champion. Slowly getting up and putting his hands behind his head he said,
"Jeez, come on… It's not funny, and it hurt too…"
"If you were planning on making yourself look like and idiot. It definitely worked," Cynthia said, trying hard to suppress a laugh, only laughing harder this time.
"Anyway… so who left the ice maker on?" Aaron questioned the other two.
Down the hall, a specific purple headed psychic heard this, and slowly backed away from the kitchen.