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This Girl I Met	By : Hetrah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kane Views: 1361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Christian Kane, the band KANE, or own any of the songs borrowed (and returned) for this fic. This is nothing but a piece of fiction. I make no money from the making of this fic and make no claim to the contrary.

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Title: This Girl I Met.

Author: Me.

Pairing: Christian Kane/OC.

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"I wanna tell you about this girl I met,

skittish little thing, embarrassed as hell,

but she couldn't help but smile."

*I wrote that, spank you very much*

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NOTE: I had the idea to write this BEFORE I went to Christian's show in Portland, but the particular idea I had for it didn't happen until AFTER I got home. The OC meets Christian at the show, they have a moment, then part. Presumably to never see each other again. Then he sees her a year later, finding out she's been cast as Eliot's love interest.

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ONE YEAR LATER:

"Clotho Diane!" Cloie's elder sister, Athena, scolded with a chuckle.

"Blow me," Cloie snarked, giving her sister the finger.

She plopped down on the couch next to her little sister, Paris, who was watching Regis. When Regis introduced the next interview, the trio about fell over. Cloie, moreso, than her sisters. There was Christian Kane and he was wearing the hair tie on his wrist, that he had taken out of Cloie's hair the year before. When Regis asked Christian if there was a story behind the hair tie, Christian told an edited truth; that it was a memento of someone he met last year. Which was the truth. Regis guessed on his own that it was a girl and slyly asked her name. When Cloie heard her name, she actually fell off the couch. When the show was over, Cloie's sisters cornered her about what happened at the show at Dante's last year.

"What WERE you doing before I came looking for you?" Athena asked.

Cloie mumbled something under her breath. She got a wide-eyed look from Paris, as the 19 year old was close enough to hear, but Athena's brows furrowed.

"What was that?"

"I was making out with Christian in the parking lot!" She blurted out, then added, "he took my hair down, that's how he had the hair tie."

You could count to five on your hand before Paris and Athena cheered. They knew their dear sister was selective about who she 'associated' with, but to make out with a virtual stranger in a bar parking lot, even if that man was Christian Kane, it was a big step for her.

Christian had decided to do another show at Dante's, just for the hell of it. He was leaning against the wall, where he had Cloie pinned the year previous, when he heard a voice.

"I've been looking for that hair tie for a year, ya know."

He looked up and saw a grinning Cloie. Christian was actually rather happy to see her, chuckling when she came up to him. He put out the cigarette and walked up to her.

"It's good to see you," He told her.

She smiled softly, "I could say the same about you."

They hugged, but didn't really let go of each other when the hug ended. Christian still kept an arm around Cloie. She snapped the hair tie on his wrist, chuckling.

"Go ahead and keep it," She told him, "I've got a ton of them."

Which wasn't a lie. It was just that the one Christian had around his wrist was a $300 original from a new designer, Cloie's own sister Athena. Then Christian pointed out something.

"I only know your first name."

"My full name is Clotho Diane. And yes, my real last name is Diane."

"Clotho?" He chuckled.

Cloie shrugged, leaning on Christian a bit.

"My parents were hippies with a greek history fetish. I have a big sister named Athena and a little sister named Paris," Cloie answered her phone when it rang, "yes, Thena?"

"Where the hell are you?"

"In the parking lot."

Cloie winked at Christian, who chuckled.

"Hey," Athena started to realize something, "I know that chuckle..." if Cloie was with her sister, she'd see the older girl's eyes widening, "you're with Christian in the parking lot...again?"

"Yup."

"You lucky little bitch," Paris said over the speaker phone.

"Yup," Then Cloie hung up on her sisters.

Christian looked at her with a raised brow, but Cloie maintained a look of perfect innocence...that Christian didn't believe for a second.

"You coming to this show?" He asked her.

"Yup," She chuckled, yelping when Christian pinched just above her ass cheek.

She glared at him, with more amusement than malice.

"That kind of flattery may get you nowhere, mister," She tapped his nose.

Cloie sighed softly when Christian kissed her, both of them actually missing the contact. They pulled away after a while, heads leaning together. They parted, extremely reluctant, Cloie heading toward the front of the building and Christian to his car. Then Christian had a thought. He ran around the corner, seeing Cloie, sneaking up on her when she neared the line. The fans in the line saw him, but kept their silence when he put a finger to his lips. He snuck up on Cloie, quietly thanking god she wasn't wearing a skirt, before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. Cloie squawked when he picked her up, almost growling when she was over his shoulder. She would have vocally protested, but she had a very, and I do mean VERY, good view of Christian's ass. When he turned his back to the crowd, who was laughing and cheering, she mimed goosing his ass, then smacked it when they were rounding the corner.

Christian came up to his car, he set her on her feet. Cloie rolled her eyes.

"What was with the caveman routine?" She asked.

"Come with me," He said simply.

Her brows furrowed.

"Where?"

"I have to change before the show. Come with me."

Cloie couldn't help but grin.

"I'd love to," She smiled.

Cloie almost swooned at the smile that resulted on Christian's face. The couple got into the car and Christian pulled out of the parking spot, out of the parking lot and into traffic.

"You know what their going to think, right?" She chuckled when he reached a light.

Christian looked over at Cloie, "What?"

"That you kidnapped me for a booty call," She snickered.

Christian chuckled when they stopped at the light, not having to wait long before the light went green.

"Let 'em think it," He told her, "give them somethin' to talk about."

Cloie laughed and sat back in her seat. They traded banter here and there until Christian pulled in at his apartment. Which actually wasn't very far from Dante's. Christian actually kissed Cloie, softly, before getting out of the car, coming around to let her out. She held on to his hand, following him to his apartment. Christian thanked the fact that nobody was there, waiting for him. He let her in, following behind her and closing the door behind himself. Cloie looked around with a smile, the apartment looked like it suited Christian to a 'T'. She chuckled, stepping forward to look around, not seeing Christian practically bouncing on his heels behind her.

"This place seems to suit you," She chuckled, turning to see the practically bouncing Christian. She raised a brow at him, "Someone needs to lose some energy."

He chuckled, wagging his brow in an exaggerated manner, "Maybe after the show."
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