Hi there! Chapter three! I hope everyone had a great Halloween last Friday. ( I went as Perona, and of course no one knew who I was…people thought I was the Queen of Hearts gone wrong…)

Wow, chapter three already! I'd like to let everyone know, that whether any you think this makes sense or not, Cabaji's favorite food is…toast. It was something I decided a long time ago while writing one of my other stories, because it just seemed to make sense with his character. (To me at least.) So yeah, it's weird, but when I write about him, Cabaji loves toast.

Apologies to LittleKuriboh for using his "Super-Special-Awesome" phrase exactly five times.

And I don't own One Piece. If I did…well…we won't go there.


I just sort of stared at him. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do or say. I mean sure, I was madly in love with this guy, but what are you supposed to do when a guy who's not supposed to be real shows up in your bedroom, and casually addresses you as his…fangirl?

"Well," Cabaji said finally. "Are you or not? I better not have gotten stuck with the wrong person or something, 'cause otherwise I don't intend to stay around. I have way better things to do"

"No." I said quickly. "I-I'm your fangirl. I'm Grace."

I was overcome with emotion. I launched myself across the bed and threw my arms around him.

"You are so amazing!" I sobbed. "You're my favorite character! I love you so much! You have no idea how much I-"

"Oh my god! Get off me!" he yelled, shoving me away. I retreated.

"I'm sorry." I murmured timidly.

"Don't…touch me. Please." said Cabaji, looking at me as if I had a highly contagious disease.

"I'm sorry." I repeated.

"Just…don't do it again." he said, glowering.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that! You've told me three times already!"

"I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry for saying you're sorry or I'll hit you."

I was about to apologize again, but swallowed it.

"Good." said Cabaji. "You've learned. Right, so you're name's Grace?"

I nodded.

"I'm not going to ever remember that." said Cabaji. "I'll just call you whatever I feel like."

I nodded, not really caring what he called me so long he was willing to talk to me.

"So who was that weird girl?" he said.

"What weird girl?" I asked. "You mean Miss Goldenweek?"

"No, she said she was 'The Magical Paintbrush Fairy' or something like that." said Cabaji. "She had massive braids in her hair and a paintbrush. She did look like some girl who broke a bunch of criminals out of Impel Down though."

"That would be Miss Goldenweek." I said.

"What sort of name is that?" asked Cabaji, looking perturbed. "Who the hell names their kid after a holiday?"

"Well it's not her real name, it's her codename." I said, "She used to be like, a secret agent or an assassin, or something…I don't really remember." I was still too stunned to try and recall anything about Baroque Works or Little Garden.

"An assassin, yeah right." said Cabaji, rolling his eyes. "Well I suppose Miss Goldenweek is a better name than 'The Magical Paintbrush Fairy.' I feel like an idiot just saying it."

"Appearances can be deceiving." I said amiably. "But that's Miss Goldenweek, for you."

I was still completely in shock. Sitting inches from me was Cabaji the Acrobat, the guy who'd I'd had a crush on for years, and who wasn't supposed to be real. And yet, here he was, having a pleasant conversation about, Miss Goldenweek, of all people.

I looked over at the wall where I had hung my drawing. The page was blank.

"I have the power to bring your character to you, using your drawing as a 'portal' of sorts."

It hadn't been a dream. Miss Goldenweek had done the impossible.

This was crazy! How was this possible? It was straight out of a really bad fanfiction, one of those, OC pairings where someone from One Piece turns up in the real world, or vice versa. It was a bad cliché. I mean a portal? Come on. But why was it happening to me?

"You're not the first fangirl I've done this for."

Perhaps some of those OC stories had more truth behind them than it would seem. But usually in those fanfictions there's always some sort of random portal that pops up out of nowhere and everyone jumps in. The explanations of 'how it really happened' usually seemed to lack a little something…

For example…

"Wow everyone!" yelled Luffy. "Look! A super-special-awesome- portal-thingy! Let's jump in!"

"Yeah! This will be so much fun!" cried Nami. "And I'm not being OOC at all! Who needs common sense? And who cares what's on the other side! Let's just jump in! I love super-special-awesome- portal-thingies!"

"Me too!" said Robin happily. "I love randomly jumping into portals that appear out of nowhere. It's sort of like a hobby of mine. Last week I jumped into four! And please note that I'm totally in character."

"I don't care where the portal goes so long as there's cola!" said Franky. "We can go through as many super-special-awesome- portal-thingies as we want so long as there's cola on the other side!"

"And hot women!" cried Sanji.

"YAY! MAGIC PORTALS!

The Straw Hat crew all jumped into the portal.

"Wow, I love One Piece so much. Zoro is so hot." said a random girl named Sally who was walking down the street and talking to herself. "OMG. What is that mysterious shiny blue light in the sky? It looks like a super-special-awesome- portal-thingy."

Suddenly the Straw Hat pirates fell out of the sky.

"OMG! You guys are like, the Straw Hat pirates!" Sally cried.

"Hey, lets all make friends with this random girl here." said Luffy, grinning.

"Yeah, who cares what that whole magic super-special-awesome- portal-thingy was." said Nami shrugging.

"Yeah, who cares where we are." said Sanji.

"And who cares how this girl knows who we are." said Usopp.

"I don't care where we are so long as there's cola." said Franky. "SUPER!"

"Yeah, who needs explanations." said Robin.

"Everyone loves plot holes!" chimed in Chopper and Brook.

"ZORO I LOVE YOU!" yelled Sally.

"That's great. I love you too." said Zoro. "Even though I don't even know who you are or where I am and I just fell out of the sky. But that's okay. We'll overlook that minor detail and fall in love anyway."

Nothing like those "Straw Hats get sucked into our world" stories. They're classics.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" said Cabaji, jolting me out of my reverie. "What do you do around here?"

"Ummm….." I said, not sure how to respond.

"Yeah, that sounds like loads of fun. Really entertaining." he said sarcastically. "Let's do ummm."

I laughed, not at all offended by his sarcasm.

"Umm…I can make breakfast." I suggested tentatively.

"Really? Can you make toast?" Cabaji asked eagerly. "Have you got a toaster?"

"Uh, yeah." I said, perturbed. "You really like toast or something?"

"I love toast!" said Cabaji eagerly. "But I haven't had it for ages!"

"Why?"

"Alvida broke the toaster last month. And the microwave. That woman eats too much. I don't know how she stays so thin. Seriously, she'll eat anything. She's crazy."

"She, um…must have high metabolism." I said innocently, wondering if Cabaji was oblivious to Alvida's "back story" before she joined up with them. "Right then, I can make toast."

So I walked downstairs to the kitchen, with Cabaji behind me looking around at the interior of my house.

"Don't you have parents or something?" he said.

"They're on vacation at the moment." I said, pulling out the toaster.

"Hah! So they abandoned you, did they?" laughed Cabaji.

"No, they'll be back." I said.

"Ha! That's a good one." Cabaji continued to laugh. "That's exactly what my parents told me. 'We'll be back, don't worry.' I waited three weeks until I ran out of stuff to eat and got sick of waiting."

I stared at him in horror.

"What did you do?" I said, stunned he could talk about such a subject so lightly.

"What every kid does." he said nonchalantly, as though this should be common knowledge to me. "I ran away to join the circus."

"You were, um…obviously successful." I said, sticking bread into the toaster.

"Of course I was." Cabaji said happily. "I now have an excellent and profitable career."

"You're a pirate/acrobat." I said.

"My idea of an excellent and profitable career." he said, as though this were obvious.

"Right then." I said, as the toast popped out of the toast with that little "ding" noise.

I pulled the butter and jam out of the fridge and set them on the table.

"Stick whatever you want on it." I said. "There's jelly and fake butter".

"I didn't know there was such a thing as fake butter." Cabaji said, spooning half of the jam jar onto one slice of toast.

"It's called margarine. It's supposed to be better for you, or so I'm told." I said, shrugging.

"Wow, you eat weird things."

We just sort of sat in silence after that. I just kind of stared at him, while he happily ate the toast, and I chewed my lip, which was a nervous habit of mine when I wasn't sure what to do.

Eventually Cabaji looked up at me.

"What are you doing?" he said, giving me a funny look.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Chewing my lip?"

"Yeah. It looks weird."

"It's just a bad habit of mine."

"Don't do it." he said, very seriously. "It's unattractive. It looks likes you're eating your face."

"Oh." I said, quickly stopping.

"Okay then, so now what?" he said, nonchalantly. I realized he had just eaten the entire plate of toast I like, less than five minutes.

"You just ate all that toast." I said, disbelieving.

"Yeah, I like carbs." he said casually, not catching my hint. "I eat a lot of carbs actually. I just work them all off."

Then he caught on.

"Oh." he said somewhat guiltily. "Did you, want a piece of toast?"

"No, no." I said quickly. "It's fine. I'll just have some yogurt."

"Can I make more toast?"

"You honestly want more?" I said, incredulously. How was I supposed to continue to feed him at this rate?

"Uh, yeah."

"That uh…that's fine then." I said, retrieving the yogurt from the fridge. "Make as much toast as you like. I'm going to take a shower."

I'm one of those people who desperately needs a shower of a morning. I look like hell otherwise, and besides, I wanted Cabaji to see me in something other than my pajamas and my just-got-out-of-bed hair. I usually look like Miss Doublefinger on a very bad hair day with lots of static, except my hair isn't blue. I once went to sleep with gel in my hair and woke up looking like Gendastu. Not attractive.

"Okay then, fangirl-chan." Cabaji said, shoving bread into the toaster. "I'm going to make more toast."

Fangirl-chan?