A/N: Happy New Year. This is a new story specially made for 2010. It's going to be a good one. I hope you all like it. My main focus right now is The Other Gilmore Girl but I will update this as periodically as humanly possible. Enjoy and Review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, any of the characters that I didn't make up, or any of the songs or movies mentioned.

The Story of a Girl

Jenna's POV

"Remember twenty-five hundred words, on my desk on Monday people," my English teacher Mr. Hart says as the final bell rings. This could only mean one thing; it means I have a paper to write. Oh the joys of people wanting to get inside your head and know who you really are. If only he could teach me how to fit a whole lot of nothing to talk about into twenty five hundred words. I can't help but want to dismiss these thoughts of my family, and all those warm and fuzzy childhood memories, as I walk to my locker. Jordana Prince, the only person I would even consider being friends with in this entire place stands beside it waiting for me.

"Hey," she says beaming, as always.

"Hey," I return with a smile. Jordana is beautiful and outgoing, more of the cheerleader type than someone who'd hang out with me, but she's my best friend and has been for as long as I can remember.

I try my combination for the second time as she starts to speak, "So, are you ready?" It doesn't open.

"Ready for what?" I ask in the same drawn out tone of voice.

"Your niece's birthday party…isn't it tonight?"

"Damn it!" I say out of frustration with my locker.

"Don't tell me you forgot," she starts.

"Yes!" It finally opens. I shove my English book in close it. "Of course not, how could anyone one ever forget about the eighth birthday of our great-granddaughter the perfect Lorelai Isabella Huntzburger," I say sarcastically quoting the invitation.

She laughs, "It can't be that bad."

I give her that you've got to be kidding me look. "My grandmother is seventy-nine years old; this is not going to be the average clown and bouncy child's party."

"Your grandmother is not seventy nine, stop it," she teases.

"Why would I lie?"

"Come on Jen, she planned my little sister's cotillion last month, and your Mother's anniversary party, and now your niece's birthday," she reminds me.

"I know," I say as if it's perfectly normal. "Why is there some sort of law that prohibits her from doing so?"

"No, but…you know. My grandmother is sixty-five and in a nursing home. Old people don't hang out at Harvard games and plan DAR parties."

"Jordana Marie! I'm shocked," I say dramatically. "That's age discrimination." I laugh but she's not impressed and expresses this by rolling her eyes. I wait until we're outside before I speak again. "I don't want to go," I seem to whine.

"Why not, your whole family will be there."

"I know! That's exactly why I don't want to go. That and the fact that no sane person has an open bar at an eight year old's birthday party."

"True, but to hear you tell it, no one in your family is quite sane."

"I guess," I say monotone. "There's just never anyone for me to talk to."

"Well who's going to be there?"

"Well, my grandparent's of course, Lorelai, Christopher, Gigi, Christina, I suppose, Rory and Logan, and all of their rich friends. Oh and I think Bella will be there too," I joke.

She smiles.

"What?"

"I have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!"

"What?"

"I could go with you." I smile on the outside secretly asking myself if anything could go wrong there. "You have a plus one, right?"

I decide it could be my only chance at happiness. "Oh my gawd that would be so awesome. You sure you want too?"

"Might as well, there's no one at my house. Then we can go back to your house, with that bottle of booze we are going to steal from the open bar and have a real old fashion slumber party, with movies and junk food."

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

"Thank you! Thank you very much. So where do you want to meet?" she asks.

"Well, Grandma is sending a car for me since Luke wouldn't go anywhere near the Gilmore mansion if someone paid him. So I'll just have him pick you up, let's say seven-thirty?"

"Cool!" she says. "See ya then." She hugs me goodbye and we both go our separate ways.

The bus ride back to Star's Hollow is short, only about 30 minutes or so. I just sit back listening to my iPod, enjoying the peace. I get off in front of my Dad's diner and decide to stop in for a few minutes. Steve is working. His mother, Lane used to be my older sister Rory's best friend, she manages Luke's now. And even though he's way taller and more mature he's only a little older than I am.

"Well if it isn't the famous Jenna Danes. Long time no see," he says as I walk in.

"It's only been a few days Stevie."

"Yeah well it seems like way longer." I give him a smile. I spent a lot of time with the Van Gerbig's as a child so even though it's obvious he'd like to be more, all I can see Steve as, is the big brother I never had. Actually, he is my god brother so I guess that counts.

"Where's your brother?" I ask.

"Who knows? He's supposed to be working right now but NOOO. He has to go off and be Kwan," he explains. "He is what happens when all the rock n' roll genes' are only passed on to one of the offspring." It's true that Kwan is quite wild with is semi Mohawk and unusually tight clothes, sneaking around to play at night clubs and stuff like that. "But hey, if you want to earn some extra cash you can have his shift," Steve offers.

"Um…" I actually consider it. "No thank you. It's Bella's birthday and my Grandmother is throwing her a big party."

"Bella?" he asks.

"Rory's daughter," I explain.

"Oh right."

"Yeah, so now I'm on my way to get all dolled up for an eight year old." He laughs.

"Good luck with that."

"Thanks, cause you know I'm going to need it." I stand up to leave before I remember why I came. "Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Is my Dad here today?"

"Nope, I think he's in Woodbury today. Why?"

"Just asking. Bye." As I leave I wonder if there is anywhere on the entire east coast that a person could go and not find a Luke's diner. My grandpa never lets go of the fact that it was his idea for my father to franchise.

My house isn't far from the diner. It's funny that the people around here who've have been in Star's Hollow for more than 20 years still call it the Twickham house considering the old man has been dead since before I was born. After that it was a museum for all of about a week and then my dad bought it for my mom, then un-bought it, then bought it again. I walk up the front porch steps and propped up in front of the door is a white box with a red ribbon. There's no card but I assume it's for me since Luke gets all his packages delivered to the diner. I pick it up after I unlock the door and carry it with me inside. Tossing it on the couch I turn the T.V. on a channel playing outdated music videos and head to the kitchen for food.

After I've procrastinated for a while I walk back into the living room and contemplate opening the box. It certainly is pretty. I pull the red ribbon and open the box. All I can see is an envelope on top of a lot of tissue paper. I move the envelope on pull back the paper, underneath is a simple, white spaghetti strapped cocktail dress with an embroidered waist line. The skirt falls at my mid-thigh and it's beautiful.

I look at the envelope. My name is scribbled on the front neatly. GENEVIEVE. I open it.

Jenna,

I just wanted to be sure that you had something to wear for the party tonight.

-Mom

I roll my eyes. Lorelai Gilmore is becoming more like Emily every day. As if after all the Gilmore's parties in my almost sixteen years of life I can't even dress myself. I wouldn't even humor her if the dress wasn't so pretty. At least she got my size right. She probably just took Chrissie's and hoped for the best. That's the way she's done it since, well since we were born I guess. Taken Chrissie's and used her as a mannequin for who Jenna is and what she likes. I mean why bother getting to know someone when you can just base her off her completely opposite twin. Don't you just love the irony? I glance at the clock and realize that I'm running out of time so I rush up stairs to shower and dress and put on my make up and do my hair.

The car arrives right at seven. I get in and tell the driver about my tiny pit stop. Jordana is waiting outside when we arrive. Her bright red body hugging dress is probably way too short but it works for her, complimenting her long honey brown hair perfectly. Jordana already lives in Hartford so it only takes us about two seconds to get to my grandmother's house. It's just barley seven-forty five and the house is already packed with people. I can see from the window that my mother and stepfather are already here which means my sister is most likely is too.

Christina and I are fraternal twins. Half sisters. Her father, like Rory's, is Christopher Hayden. If I have the story right, sometime ago my mother and father were together, in fact they were going to get married but then something happened and Lorelai wanted to elope right away but Luke said no out of consideration for my other sister April. So Lorelai gets all upset and runs straight into the arms of Chris, her ex, not knowing that she was already pregnant with me and thus Chrissie was conceived. I'm not all sure on all the details, but sometime later Luke comes back to Lorelai with a heartfelt apology and tells her he'll marry her anytime any place but I guess it was too late. She told him about her one night stand and that was the end of Lorelai and Luke.

My grandparent's house is one giant antique. A lot of expensive untouchables, not the place you would have expected my mother to grow up at all. The little girls giggle at their tea party while the adults carry on with their friends in the rest of the house. Jordana sees some of the kids we go to school with standing around and she goes to say hi. I decide to wander around. It seems like forever since the last time I was here. I think that was Easter, two years ago. I try to blend in avoiding the inevitable family reunion but Rory sees me. She gives me a smile and ends her conversation to start towards me. She hardly looks like her thirty-seven years although she tries with everything in her to hide it. My town is so proud of her, the big shot New York Times writer. These days she looks more like Christopher than Lorelai but there's no denying those eyes: the one trait that dubs us all Gilmore Girls, bright blue and as deep as the sea.

She hugs me, "Hey," she says. "I'm so glad you're here. We missed you over the summer." Last summer the Gilmores, Haydens, and Huntzburgers spent the summer at Cape Cod.

"Yeah, me too," I lie.

"Mom and I were just talking about how we don't get to talk to you enough the other day." We hardly talk at all. "How are you?"

"Um…I'm doing pretty good."

"And school…." She talks to me like a distant cousin twice removed.

"School is school…you know. You went to Chilton."

She gives me a half laugh. "Yes. I did." It seems we've run out of things to talk about.

"How's Luke?"

"Bitter," I say quickly. The way she looks at me makes me feel so, awkward.

She nods. "So…have you seen Mom?"

"Uh…no. Not yet."

Rory lights up, "Oh, well you should. She's right in there." She points to the library. "Come on I'll show you." I dread seeing Lorelai. She doesn't treat me the way she treats most other people, definitely not like one of her children. It's the same thing with Luke though. Steve's theory is that I remind Luke of Lorelai and Lorelai of Luke so much that they are in fear of missing the other by getting too close to me. I'm too old to care anymore.

We walk into the library. My grandmother is saying something about inappropriately low cut Lorelai's dress is for her granddaughter's birthday party. My mother simply rolls her eyes. Like my sister she doesn't look her age. Her hair is still long and vibrant, her smile still electrifying, and the few laugh lines on her face only add to her beauty. Seeing her now makes me remember how much I miss her.

Her attention leaves Emily and falls on Rory and me. "Lorelai," I say shyly. Lorelai stands and looks at me for a second and then hugs me so tightly I can't breathe.

"It's my prodigal daughter," she jokes.

"Lorelai!" I try. She loosens her grip then lets go and looks at me again, almost like she's never seen me before and kisses my forehead. It's all too weird. It takes all I have to not to run in another direction.

I glance over at Emily, whose face screams disapproval. She never liked me, or my dad. He wasn't good enough to be with her daughter or to be Rory's stepfather and I suppose I am not good enough to be her granddaughter. Snob. "Hello, Grandma," I say. It's rude not to speak to the host. I learned that on Friends.

She offers a weak half-hearted smile "Genevieve." She has always called me Genevieve, never Jenna. Georgia gets to be called Gigi, Lorelai Leigh gets to be called Rory, Christina gets to be called Chrissie, but not me, I am forever Genevieve.

Lorelai still has her hands on my shoulder. "How are you sweet girl?" she asks me. I disregard my grandmother's hostile behavior and refocus on my mother.

" Oh…what…Me? Um… I'm good. Everything is good," I do my best to explain.

"Are you sure? School is good?" I have no idea what's gotten in to her but its weirding me out. I mean her asking me about school and things of that nature aren't out of the question but she is never so up close and personal with me. Kinda like I'm the kid in the bubble. She continues to babble on and I zone in every now and again so I know whether or not to shake or nod my head because she talking way too fast for us to hold an actual conversation. "Oh my god look at that dress Chrissie was right, it's gorgeous on you. Angel, you're a regular Edie Sedgwick. " And I'm out at the slightest mention of my twin's name. Where is Christina anyway? Lorelai notices that she's lost my attention. "Jenna….Jenna?"

"Oh, huh?"

"Do you like it?" she asks. I trace my mind to remember what she is talking about. Oh the dress.

"Yeah," I say. "I love it." Her smile widens. I think that's what I've missed about her the most, her smile. When I was really little Luke took me camping. It was odd because I was hopeless outdoors but he tried and I had fun. Something he did made me laugh that night and when I did he looked at me for a long time. I thought I had done something wrong but he told me, no. He said and I quote, "You have your mother's smile." Every time I saw her after that I waited to see her smile. I even taped a picture of her to my mirror so that I could see it for myself. I never did. Still, it makes me smile back. We make aimless small talk she asks me about my grades and boys and then finally my dad.

"So your dad," she starts. "How is he?"

Truth be told I don't really know. I haven't seen him in like three days but I can't tell her that. "He's fine," I lie.

She knows I'm fibbing. I can see it in her eyes but she doesn't call me on it. "That's good." She sips her martini I guess that means our conversation is over because she looks over to my stepfather who still has not said a word to me. "Where is Chrissie?" She asks him.

"I don't know, I haven't seen her since we got here," he says.

"Jenna, why don't you go find your sister?" Lorelai asks me. I'm totally rolling my eyes in my head at this point.

"Sure."

I exit the room and head for where I left Jordana thinking that my reunion with my mother wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She'll be happy to hear that. Jordana thinks my mother is a goddess in disguise, now that I think about it everyone thinks my mother is a goddess in disguise. Yeah okay sure. I give up looking for Jordana and start on my actual mission.

Christina and I are so different and we haven't gotten along since… I can't remember us ever getting along. It's hard to believe that she picked out this dress for me.

I am standing in the middle of the foyer looking like a child who's lost his or her mother in the mall. I sigh. Why must we mingle? I see her walking down the stairs and assume she sees me too by the way the look on her face changes. She knows that she must say hello so we both take steps out of our comfort zones and meet each other half way.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," she replies. It has been a very long time since we last held a conversation and we go to the same school. "They are going to make us take pictures again," she says.

I shrug. They always make us take pictures just the two of us. As if we enjoy being together. "Probably."

She offers a weak smile. "Mom is glad you're here," she says.

"So I've gathered." My attitude does come off a little rude but I hate talking to her, especially about family, especially about Mom.

"Why wouldn't you just go on vacation with us?" She asks with a sudden annoyed tone. A vacation that I was invited on at the last minute. A courtesy invite that I was expected to turn down.

"Like any of you actually wanted me there," I reply sharply.

"You are such a drama queen!" she snaps. She would know.

"Maybe." I look over her shoulder and see Lorelai peering through the doorway. "Lorelai has seen us together. We can go back to avoiding each other now."

"Fabulous." She leans in for our fake hug and walks away as do I.

Jordana practically skips over to me. "Having fun?" I ask her.

She laughs, "Totally. Your Mom said hi to me!"

"Congratulations," I say trying to fake some enthusiasm for her.

"I love listening to her talk. I don't know how anyone understands a word she says," she practically giggles.

"Me either. So, let's go find my niece so that I can give her, the gift I brought her."

"Okay," she agrees.

We walk into the living room and I search out Bella. She isn't hard to find. Shiny blonde Huntzburger hair and Gilmore blue eyes. She sees me and runs over.

"Aunt Jen," she cries.

"Hey kid, Happy Birthday." She hugs me.

"Thanks!" she tells me, then looks around. "Who are you?" she asks looking up at Jordana.

"This is my friend Jordana," I tell her. "She came to see you because it's your birthday."

"Oh, thank you," she says politely.

Jordana laughs. "You're very welcome."

"Want your present now?" I ask Bella.

She nods her head really quickly but then stops and sighs. "Never mind, Grandma Emily says I have to wait."

I laugh, "I promise not to tell." She looks up at me and smiles.

"Here you go." I reach into my clutch bag and pull out a velvet case that I am just reusing for the occasion and hand it to her. "Open it." Her little face lights up as she opens the box. Inside is a necklace that I got from Liz. "It's special, just for you," I explain.

"Thank you," she cries throwing her arms around me.

"You're welcome. Take good care of it okay."

"Okay," I smile. Not only is my niece happy, but now we can leave. "Aunt Jen?" she starts casually.

"Yes?"

"Will you put it on me?" she asks.

"Sure," I take the necklace out of the box and string it around her neck. "There you go."

She smiles at me one last time before running off.

I look to Jordana who seems to be off in her own little fairies and pixie dust world.

"We can stay a little bit longer," I offer.

"Okay," she sighs and then nudges me, "Open bar!" she whispers in my ear.

"Go for it," I smile because she is an expert at getting away with things.

I spend the next hour wandering around the upstairs of my grandparent's house. I find myself in Lorelai's old room. It's pretty. Pink. There are dolls above the fireplace and frilly pillows on the bed. It makes me feel close to her. Not that I want to be. It doesn't matter. This is just where I ended up. Her room smells like rose pedals. I take one last look around and then exit. I feel the sudden need to get far away from this house. I hurry back down the stairs and see Jordana by the door. I walk up to her.

"Did you get what you needed?"

"Did you doubt that I would?" She smiles devilishly.

"I have to say goodbye, I'll meet you at the car."

"Sure," she says and then walks out the front door. Now I have to quickly say goodbye to my mother so that I too can be rid of this place. She is now in the living room holding a conversation with someone I don't know.

I clear my throat to get her attention, "Lorelai," I say quietly.

"Oh, Jenna," she grabs my hand. "Livia, this is my daughter Jenna." She says to the woman she is talking to. I feel a little ignored.

"Lorelai, I had no idea you had another daughter." She smiles. "Where do you go to school," she asks me.

"Chilton," I mutter with a sigh. I just wish I could say see you later Mom and leave. Why is that so hard?

"Chilton," she claps her hands together. "How wonderful," I wonder if I could get in trouble for simply walking away from the scary looking woman. Lorelai looks proud. So I shrug it off. Anything to make Mommy happy, right?

The woman goes on for a moment asking pointless question that I answer shortly and finally she walks away.

"Jen," she smiles again finally turning her attention to me.

"I have to go," I tell her.

Her smile fades. "Really? It seems like you just got here."

"I know, but Luke is crazy about curfew," I lie again knowing that Luke couldn't honestly care any less.

She nods. "Okay, well it was nice seeing you." She opens her arms to hug me.

"Yeah," I agree and take it. "Bye."

"Bye hun."

I hurry outside and meet Jordana in the car just like I promised.

"Party time?" she asks. She looks like she has already dipped into the bottle of wine she stole.

I laugh. "Absolutely!"

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