Him

Chapter 1

"Could Ethan Crawford please report to Mr Gyll's office immediately."

Well, that's me. Ethan Crawford. I work part-time for the school's paper as a photographer. Mr Gyll probably wants me to get more photos of the upcoming school games. He knows that a small pup like me would squeeze through a tight crowd just to get a perfect shot. I eventually arrive at his office, he looks rather pissed.

"Look Ethan, the school needs me to sell more papers or else I'm out of a job. I'm relying on you Crawford. Get more shots of the upcoming games and..."

Called it. Well I wouldn't mind snooping around the bleachers and stuff. Before I could let him finish, I got up.

"Don't worry Mr Gyll, I'll get more- "

"I'm not finished. I need you to write a story, a story that'll get everyone to buy a paper. I'm counting on you Crawford."

I nod and leave. Wow. He really is putting his entire career in my hands. Before leaving school I decide to stop by the printing room to catch up with a few people there.

'NEWTOWN HIGH READS'
The bold front title I see almost everyday. I open the door to see Sam and Andrea writing away on their desk. We said our hellos' before Sam left, leaving me and Andrea. We lightly chatted for abit before I started talking about the paper.

"So about Mr Gyll and his job and stuff."

"Yeah heard about it. But don't fret, old Andrea here has a story that will SELL."

"Um okay...?"

"OH, and I need you to get a good pic of the quarterback for this to work."

"Quarterback...?" said me with completely zero knowledge of football.

"Andrew Fitch."

Uh that might be abit of a problem there. Andrew and I haven't spoken in over 2 years. We used to be best friends but I don't know what happened. It's gonna be really awkward for me to speak to him after all this time.

"Yup no problem Andrea!"

I hate myself.

Game Day
Well this is it. The crowd roars for our team. The Rovers we call ourselves. I try to get as many shots of the game itself before I got a message for Andrea.

Hey also could you interview him
abit like ask these questions

Are you srs...

I read the questions and i'm really starting to regret this now. Nevertheless after the game I managed to catch up wih Andrew before the went into the lockers. I asked if I could take a couple shots and he happily agreed. Sooner or later I had to get on to the questions.

"So how did you get so good at football?"

He answered the questions like what you'd expect and I got done with it quick. I could tell this was awkward for both of us as we barely even made eye contact. I later went back to the news room to print the pictures.

"So Andy, how is this going to sell more papers again?"

"Well, with abit of touch up to what Andrew said, we should have a juicy enough story that will sell."

I couldn't really bother to see how the drafts would turn out I was too drained. I told Andrea I was heading home and would just see the finished paper tomorrow.

Tomorrow
I could immediately see almost everyone holding a paper. You don't see that often. I eventually get a copy of my own and the title was so unmissable that it could be seen from a mile away.

'ANDREW FITCH POSSIBLE GIRLFRIEND?'

Wait, what...