Caught me| Catfish, Nev Schulman fan fiction

2. Just a day at the office

*NEVS POV*

We sat down at the computer. Here we are again. Max, my best friend and cameraman/cohost had has camera out and began to film. We spoke about how nuts it was that our jobs were so unlike any others, yet we sat down here every few weeks and acted as though these situations, someone's catfish story, was normal. We laughed, Max tussling one hand through his silver locks.

"Just another day at the office" he smirked.

Honestly, I loved my job. I had been catfished myself a few years ago, falling in love over the internet with a girl who, as it turned out, never actually existed. Although for a short time it shattered me, I'd decided that more good than bad had resulted from my personal experience. I loved helping these people out, whether it was from finding the people who had been catfishing them or helping them finally meet someone they had fallen for, which was always nice to see. It really is amazing and I feel like on some level, I connect with most people on the shoe. Although it's not all been good. It's now season four and I know that I'm being watched. See, last season I suppose I started coming out of my shell more. Long story short, I was an asshole to whoever I considered to be an asshole. Although I feel like I'm being true to myself, it obviously hasn't went down well with the producers.

"You're supposed to be the good guy"

Well I am the good guy, I thought anyway. I'm good to the good people. But I suppose I can understand why they're mad. Hell, I even threw a guys phone into a river! But if the cameras were off, I would've done the same thing. I can't be something I'm not, which is what they expect and honestly? I'm kinda getting tired of it.

I woke up from my reflective day dream. It's time for work now, do what you're good at.

For kind of secretly self centred reasons, I opened a new email, titled "I'm loosing myself." Me and mad took turns, reading a few lines each of the story.

"Dear Nev and Max, my name is Aria. I'm a 22 year old dance student from Washington DC, and a year ago I met this great guy called Cameron on Facebook. He added me, we started chatting and I was very quickly emotionally attached to him, which is extremely unusual of me. He's 26 and an engineer in Florida. Everything was going great until six months ago, he asked me to be his girlfriend and despite never having video chatted with him, I agreed because I was scared of pushing him away, which has happened in the last with other guys. I'm usually a very independent person and I'm way out of my comfort zone when I'm forced to 'be okay with it' when he makes up excuses as to why we can't meet or video chat. In all honesty, If any other guy had been blowing me off like this, I would hunt him down!-"

Max and I both laughed, I liked this girl. She was honest.

"..but I can't do that with Cameron. I feel as though if I loose my shit he will leave, and I can't bare to think about that, a thought which also scares the usually confident, independent me. I feel like he's hiding something, and you are the only ones who can help. I feel like, if I'm going to loose myself I may as well do it for love. Please help, thanks so much! Aria xx"

Myself and Max exchanged glances. This was the one, I was already so drawn into this girls story. I had to meet her. I had to help.

We called the username for Skype that she left us and waited until her face appeared on the screen. Honestly, I was a little taken aback. This girl was stunning, like, ridiculously beautiful. Her long brown hair grew longer than the length of the crop top she was wearing, obviously very recently back from dance class. She went on to tell us that they had exchanged photos of themselves. That's when I knew this guy was a catfish. If a girl who looks like that is interested in meeting you, you don't put it off for a full year. Obviously I was never going to say that, we would do our work properly and give her some proper closure. She had big brown eyes that she batted every time she started a new sentence without realising. I liked her, she went back and forth a few times with me and Max, she was very sure of herself but in a sweet sort of way. We were definitely going to Washington.

We were helping Aria.