Hello to all. I hope you had a wonderful summer. Well as I promised I am back and I do have some things to update, but first I want to introduce you all to a new story in the works. Please be patient as I get all my other stories updated as it will be done soon. I hope you all enjoy it and leave lots and lots of good review. :) -Jacey

The Other Gilmore Girl

Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there. ~Amy Li

Perfect the first official day of the last week of summer and it's raining. Stupid, sad clouds not letting the sun shine.

"Lorie," I whine from the door of my sister's room and knocking twice. "I'm bored." From the lack of response I can only guess that she is either still in bed or her date with Christopher Hayden ran a little late last night. I secretly hope it's the second one, knowing there will be juicy details as I innocently let myself in. Darn, she's in her bed still asleep. That's Lorelai, never wanting to be up at the same time as the sun. I decide to take it upon myself to wake her up.

"Wake up, Sissy." I sing jumping on her bed. She is of course less than thrilled. Talking into her pillow I hear something that closely resembles 'Go away' but I am persistent in getting her up. No way am I going down stairs without her. No way, Mom would be all over me like a flock of women at a Macy's sale. "Lorelai, if you wake up I'll make you coffee." She pulls the pillow down to just under her chin but keeps her eyes closed. "Coffee first." She demands.

Quickly I jump from my position and throw open her curtains. "Sorry, no can do." I laugh as light fills the room. She screams in agony.

"Rosalie, get out!"

"Come on lets go get breakfast," I suggest while ignoring her request.

She looks at me with her overly blue eyes. "Um let me think about it…." Without thinking a second later she blurts out. "No," and turns over throwing the covers over her head.

"Please, please, please. Breakfast will be no fun without you." I pull at her comforter completely off of her.

"Oh alright," Success, she gives in. "But only because you're never going to let me go back to sleep."

"Thank you." I smile as she wipes the sleep from her eyes and gets up.

…..

Mom and Dad are already at the table when we walk into the dining room. "Morning Mom, Morning Daddy," I say greeting my parents.

"Good Morning Rosie," My father says through his paper. Richard Gilmore, a big business man. Love's his family, love's his business, and love's his paper.

"Good morning Rose." My mother follows before looking to my sister. Lorelai rolls her eyes.

"Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Father." She apathetically tries. I suppose she's still mad at Mom for grounding her right before Chris' sweet sixteen. My mother smiles anyway.

"Lorelai," she nods. "Hilda," My mother loudly calls to the maid in the other room. "Bring my daughters their breakfast."

A short haired blonde woman that I've never seen before appears at the door. "Yes Mrs. Gilmore." My mother nods. Emily Gilmore, ruthless maid finder. I can't remember one maid she had that lasted longer than a month.

"I'm so glad you two finally decided to join us day walkers." She comments. "We have a lot to do today."

"Like what?" Lorelai asks.

"Well, lots of things."

"That's a hell of a description." My sister continues causing Emily's face to turn sour. My father puts down his paper.

"You will watch your language young lady." He scolds.

"Sorry, "

"You two need to be fitted for your uniforms, you need to get your hair and nails done, and your grandmother is coming to visit. So you need new dresses for dinner tomorrow."

"Grams is coming?" I ask. My mother nods unenthusiastically as the maid brings my sister and me our food.

"Thank you." We both say at the same time.

"Is Natalia going?" Lorelai asks referring to our nanny.

"No, I thought it would be nice if just the three of us went together." The rest of our breakfast is finished in silence. Eventually my father stands up and excuses himself, kissing my mother before he leaves for work, leaving the three of us, the Gilmore Girls, to a day of back to school preparation.

….

Our first stop is indeed to be fitted for our uniforms. We go to the home of a friend of our grandma Victoria, an eccentric woman, by the name of Miss Celine, who insists on calling Lorelai, Natalie Wood and me Audrey Hepburn. The first thing I notice as we walk inside is that her house smells like pepper mints. "Come along now, you first Audrey." She says talking to me. I take off my coat and hand it to my mother who drapes over her arm. She invades my body with her yellow tape and looks to my mother. "Bust 24, waist 22, hip 31." Emily jots it down on her note pad and I step down. "Alright Natalie, now you," Lorelai takes her steps on to the platform and is also measured. "Bust 31, waist 24, hip 32" she snapped her tape and grinned at my sister. "You've grown," Lorelai laughs slightly and steps down.

"Thank you Celine," Emily says. "We'll see you Wednesday to have their skirts hemmed."

"Take care, Emily." Miss Celine calls as we leave.

Our next stop is to have our our nails done and our hair cut. It's done in the same little boutique so while our nails dry we see the stylists. We've never actually had out hair cut in our entire lives. All we can do is trim the ends. My mother says that hair is a young woman's crown and glory. It really doesn't take long since we are both seen at the same time.

"You are not seriously going to hover," I hear.

"I'm not hovering, I'm simply making sure that I get what I pay for."

"Can you not do that from over there I'm beginning to feel a bit cloister phobic."

"Stop being so dramatic, Lorelai. Is my standing here simply observing really bothering you that much?"

I tune them out after that. Always fighting that's the relationship of Emily and her oldest daughter Lorelai. I mean yes, my sister is a bit strong willed and rebellious and my mother is certainly not the easiest woman to get along with on any day of the week but I mean it's really unnecessary all the bickering they do.

I think that's why dad is never around. His schedule, wake up, go to work, plan business trip, come home, strait to study, have dinner, go to bed, wake up again, leave for however long it is that he leaves.

Lorelai and I really spend most of our time together. She is after all not only my sister but also my best friend. That's the benefit of having kids so close together I suppose. She was only fourteen months old when I came along so all of our firsts were pretty much the same.

"Come along Rosalie."

I follow them out of the salon and back to the car. "You need new dresses for your Grandmother's birthday dinner tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Grams' birthday?" I ask.

"Oh I don't know. The year your father and I got married she had four birthdays. I personally just think it's an excuse for her to poke her head in."

"How long will she be here?" Lorelai questions.

"Heaven only know." I can only guess that my mother I less than thrilled about this visit.

…

The only problem Lorelai and I ever found our self facing was that our mother has always had this unnatural desire to dress us exactly alike whenever she gets the chance. She uses this opportunity to turn us into her twin Barbie dolls. She buys us matching blue dresses. I'm not surprised when Lorelai puts up a fight.

"I don't want to wear it."

"How old are you, fifteen or five?"

The argument is somehow settled and we go to lunch.

"How is Christopher?" Emily asks Lorelai.

"Fine," she answers.

"Just, fine,"

"Yep,"

"We certainly, don't see them enough."

"Who, Chris?"

"Well the Hayden's in general."

"What are you talking about we've had dinner with them once a month for as long as I can remember."

"Yes, well it just doesn't seem like enough, especially with you and Christopher getting so serious now,"

"Mom, you are in the DAR with Francine and Dad plays golf with Strobe on Friday's. I mean what; do you want them to move in or something?"

"Lorelai, I was just making a comment. I really don't understand why you are getting so upset."

"I am not upset."

"Good, then eat your salad. You too Rosalie you need to lose ten pounds."

"She does not," Lorelai quickly says unknowingly making things worse. "She is perfect."

My mother turns to me. "Rosalie, how old are you?"

"Fourteen," I answer shyly.

"And how tall are you?"

"Um 5'5"

"Uh huh, and tell us how much do you weigh?"

"I don't know 130 lbs."

"You see Lorelai she needs to lose ten pounds, I hadn't reached 130lbs until after I was married and had two children."

"We know Mother you are perfect now please, would your majesty take pity on those of us who are not?"

"I don't understand what the big deal is with you. Am I no longer aloud to talk to my own daughter? Or am I supposed to run everything by you first?"

My sister opens her mouth, "Yes I like something in writing please." She says sarcastically and pushes her plate away from her.

….

As soon as we get home I run upstairs to my room. No sooner does Lorelai's door close than I hear her radio turn on. My father comes home at five and we have dinner at seven. Always at seven.

"I leave for Prague Wednesday morning he tells us."

"Really, when are you coming back?"

"In three weeks."

"Cool, are you going to bring us something back,"

"Sure cupcake. I'll see what I can do."

Lorelai is all too eager to get away from the table when dinner is over. So like the snooping little sister that I am I follow her back up stairs to her room. The second she steps through the door she throws her shirt over her head. "Close the door," she demands.

I do as I am told. "Lorelai, What are you doing?"

She pauses from sliding on her mini skirt. "I'm getting dressed what does it look like I'm doing?"

"That defiantly doesn't say bedtime apparel to me."

"That's because it's not." She walks into her bath room still in her bra to apply her make-up.

"Where are you going?"

"Christopher's party." I should have known.

"but-" I start but am cut off.

"No buts," she says seriously. Apparently she has everything all planed out. "I leave now and am back before Mom comes to wake us up in the morning."

"You're grounded." I say as if she's forgotten. Lost her mind is more like it.

"When has that ever stopped me?" Good point.

"Just go to bed, and when you wake up, I'll be back." She promises as she pulls her Pinky Tuscadero shirt over her head. I begrudgingly nod. "Thanks kid." To finalize her look she pulls her feathered hair up into a ponytail.

"For what?" I ask feeling as if I've done nohing of importance.

"For being the best little sister anyone could ever ask for." she winks. "You can hang out in here as long as you want," she tells me knowing that I won't. As she makes her trip out the window I can't help but notice that she looks kind of like Susanna Hoffs. Well nothing to do now but go to bed I guess but I can't stop my self from watching her from the window as she runs across the lawn.