I've gotten used to that. But what you did? I should never have to get used to that because YOU WILL NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.

Wow. I never in my life expected this kind of a response from Cathy. She never sent a nasty e-mail. I mean, she's always wanted to send one to Mrs. Karper, but since the nosy neighbor doesn't have a computer, she never did. I never expected to be the first. She is right, though. What I did was horribly self-centered. She shouldn't have to get used to that…

Impossible. People loved to believe in impossible things. When I was younger, I believed that my action figures were real and they were my best friends. After my older brother crushed them, he crushed my dreaming too. Why believe in impossible things? It's pointless, it's impossible! And yet people are mesmerized on impossible things. Is it the excitement of dreaming up a perfect situation? Is it the joy you know it could bring to many people? Or is it the selfishness that we get for thinking, even for only a brief bit of time, that we are getting everything we want.

David Hendbound wanted the most impossible thing: he wanted the world, the entire world to follow him. He knew if they followed him, they would on some level love him, if not at least appreciate him. After all, that's all he wants, or any of us want. To be loved and appreciated. He wants the dream.

"Jamie-boy!" Jake yelled at me. "Lunch time."

"What, did you make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" I asked as I saved my new writing and walked to the kitchen.

"No, we're going out," Jake said. "To meet with Nora Green, a journalist for The New York Times."

"Pray tell, dear editor, why are we going to meet Nora Green?" I asked as I put on my jacket.

"Well, for your new book!" Jake said.

"Isn't that my publisher's job?" I asked as I was pushed out of the apartment.

"Your publisher is a bastard," Jake said.

"First of all, Ed is not a bastard," I said, knowing about the big fight Jake and Ed were probably in, "And second of all, please you better language at lunch. Ed always does."

"I repeat, your publisher is a bastard," Jake said as we got into the elevator.

"Look, I don't understand why I have to have lunch with some bookwormy journalist from the New York Times that my editor set up for a book I've barely started," I said. "And another thing, how did you get a lunch interview so quickly? I only showed you the book last night."

"That it the magic, my dear friend," Jake said. "While you were out, Nora Green called me and asked me if the astounding Jamie was writing anything new."

"What did you say?" I asked as we walk out of the building and turn the corner.

"I told her your extremely new book is fucking amazing, that's what I told her!" Jake said. "So she set up a lunch date. Although, she may have heard your single, and it's not interview part of the lunch date she's looking forward to, eh Jamie?"

"Yeah, sure," I said. "I can already picture this Nora Green. She's a nervous just-got-a-real-job young girl who will stumble over her over-analyzed questions, quote me incorrectly..."

"And she happens to be standing right behind you," a woman's voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw this beautifully slim woman in her early 30's with long raven black hair. "Hello Jamie, I'm Nora Green. I've been working at The New York Times for about three years now, I don't ask over-analyzed questions and I haven't stumbled over a question I was asking in an interview since high school. Anything else you would want to know?"

"Yes, will you quote me on what you overheard?" I asked.

"Since the interview hasn't officially started, I won't count it," Nora said while flipping her hair over her shoulder in an oh, so sexy way. "But even if I did, you would not have misquoted you. I never misquote."

"Good to hear," I said as we walked into Cosi and began our interview. Jake was nowhere to be seen and I was extremely grateful for that. We sat down and immediately she took out her little tape recorder and notebook.

"I heard your writing a new book. Does it have a title yet?" Nora asked.

"Not a permanent title, no. I was thinking of calling it 'The Apocalypse,' but I'm still not sure," I said.

" 'The Apocalypse?' That's an interesting title. Why are you thinking of that?" Nora asked.

"Well, it takes place in World War 4…" I began.

"World War 4?" Nora said as she raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a dispute here?" I asked as I leaned in.

"I just hadn't realized World War 3 had already happened," Nora said as she leaned into me. "Did I miss it?"

"Don't worry, I explain it in the book," I said sitting back comfortably in my seat.

"Could you explain it to me now?" Nora asked.

"Yes, but then you would already know and therefore have no need to buy the book," I said, "and I can't have that happen."

"Fair enough, I suppose," Nora said sitting back in her seat. "Single?"

"The main character or myself?" I asked in a dangerously flirtatious way.

"Both," Nora said after a moment.

"The main character is married," I said. "I just got out of a relationship."

"Was it painful?" Nora asked.

I leaned over and turned off her tape recorder. "Are we talking about my personal life or my new book?" I asked.

"I don't see why we can't do both," Nora said.

"Do you just want to learn more about me because you find me attractive?" I asked.

"It's a possibility, isn't it?" Nora said flirting. "Do you find me attractive?"

"You didn't answer my question," I said.

"I'm interviewing you. I ask questions and you answer them," Nora said. "Do you find me attractive?"

"If I do?" I asked.

"Again, you're getting mixed up," she said. "I ask the questions, not you."

"Yes, I find you attractive," I said. "Very much so."

"I find you attractive as well," Nora said. "Now that we gotten that out of the way, why don't we continue the interview?"

"Fine with me," I said as I turned her tape recorder back on.

"Your most recent books haven't done extremely well, do you think this book will?" Nora asked, getting back to business. I waited a moment and thought. My past books have been when I was with either Cathy or Elise. Now I'm not with either, and might even end up with Nora.

"Definitely," I said.

(Thanks for your reviews! Has Jamie really gotten over Cathy that quickly? What will Cathy feel like if Jamie has moved on already? Please Review!)