The Life & Times of Christyana Francine Hayden
A/N: Alright, this will just be a character list and I will start the first chapter as soon as I can. I hope the description and list spark your interest. Please feel free to review with tips and ideas or whatever you like! Loves!
Description: At 16, Christopher and Lorelai had twins, Lorelai Leigh and Christyana Francine. After Lorelai ran away, Straub and Francine insisted that Christopher have custody of one of the girls. Then Christopher left town, promising to come back for Christy, Straub and Francine took over custody of their granddaughter, causing a great rift between them and Lorelai. So, basically, Rory doesn't know anything about Christy because Lorelai never wanted to bring up her having a twin when they couldn't have a relationship. Please don't be angry with Straub and Francine, you will find out all the answers later. Also, this will be a JavaJunkie, Trory and Chress (Jess/Christy)
!MORE INFORMATION!
This is very, very AU. The timeline will not be anything like the actual show. Lorelai and Luke will already be together…because, hello, they're perfect. Jess has been living in Stars Hollow for a while now. Rory is dating Dean, but I hope for that to change pretty quick. Sorry for all of you Dean fans, but I'm just not.
I just want to give you a warning, I guess that's the word, this story will be from Christy's point-of-view and will be very like AU. But anyways, I really hope it is something you all enjoy.
Chapter 1: Christyana Francine Hayden
Christyana Hayden turned off her blaring stereo before piling her newly dyed purple hair on top of her head. She grabbed her keys and her large tote before skipping down the hall and down the stairs.
"Grams!" she called once in the beautifully sculpted foyer, "Grams!"
"Yes, love?" Francine Hayden smiled as she came around the corner.
"I'm gunna go exploring," the teenager told her grandmother, "you wanna come?"
Francine shook her head, "I'm sorry, love, but I have a meeting I have to get to. Why don't you call Paris? You haven't seen her in a while."
"She's taking a lot of summer classes," Christy explained, "plus, you know Paris…she's already a semester ahead of everyone."
Francine laughed, "You could learn something from her, ya know."
"Gramma," Christy deadpanned playfully, "I have a perfect GPA too."
"I know, love," Francine rolled her eyes lightheartedly, "just be careful. Call if you get into any trouble."
"Always," Christy grinned before kissing her grandmother's cheek, "I love you."
"I love you too," Francine told her, "be home by six…Pop will be home tonight."
Christy couldn't help but grin, "I'll be here by 5:30."
After another kiss, Christy walked out of the house and to her white and black vintage Mustang. Her grandfather had surprised her with her favorite car on her sixteenth birthday. She had never been more excited than when he handed her the keys. She adored that car and she adored her grandparents, yet something was missing.
Her father had been in and out of her life since as far back as she could remember. Her mother had been around when she was a baby, but after some kind of falling out with her grandparents, her mother had ran.
Music blared from her stereo and she sang along as she sped along the back roads of Hartford that she had learned well over the last year or so behind the wheel. Sometimes, her best friends joined her on late night cruising, but a lot of the time, she went alone to clear her head.
Soon, she grew bored and ventured off the normal path. In about thirty minutes, she came to a sign that read, 'Welcome to Stars Hollow!'
"I've never heard of Stars Hollow," she mumbled to herself as she pulled passed the sign.
She drove slowly and saw that the streets were buzzing with activity. She smiled to herself when she saw how everyone just seemed so happy. She drove around, making random turns until she ended up back in what she assumed was the center of town.
Her stomach growling pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked around and smiled when she saw a sign shaped like a coffee cup and read, 'Luke's'…she would kill for a burger and a cup of coffee.
She parked and walked inside. There weren't many people in there, but one person in particular caught her eye. Behind the counter was a guy about her age with raven hair, olive skin and a jawline that made her weak in the knees.
She smirked to herself before walking to the counter and plopping down on one of the stools, "Hi."
He looked up from his book and sent her a crazy look before he smirked, "Ya know, you look a lot different than you did this morning."
Christy cocked her head to the side in confusion, "This morning?"
He chuckled, "You were in this morning, Rory."
"Who's Rory?"
"You," his brown eyes filled with confusion, "or there's some weird cloning thing going on…there's this girl that looks just like you."
"I'm Christyana," she smiled.
He nodded, still looking at her strangely. However, he said nothing.
"Do you have a name?"
"Jess," he muttered, leaning against the opposite counter and crossing his ankles, "I feel as if I've entered some kind of parallel universe."
"Well, is there coffee in this universe?"
"You even sound like her," he muttered as he reached for the coffee pot next to him.
"You like this 'her', don't you?" Christy leaned on her elbows, leaning closer to him as he poured her some coffee.
He smile uncomfortably, "Nah."
"I've known you for approximately five seconds," Christy started, ripping open several sugar packets and dumping them into her coffee, "and I can tell you like her."
Jess put the coffee pot down before bending over the counter and resting on his crossed arms, "Are you psychoanalyzing me now?"
"Um," Christy pondered, "Psychoanalysis has never been my thing," she laughed a little, "I prefer to study people from afar, so I've learned a few things."
"Study people?"
She nodded, "When you're forced to socialize all the time, it becomes increasingly boring. So, you go thru the motions and then you hide out."
"You're very interesting to me," Jess focused on her intently, "you talk like you hate the world, yet you have purple hair…screaming to be noticed."
She leaned closer to him, "I never said I hated the world," she reminded him cockily, "and I happen to have purple hair because I like it…not for people to notice."
Jess played around with the idea in his head before smirking, "Can I get you something else?"
"A lot of creamer and a cheeseburger," she told him with a grin, "and do you have chili cheese fries?"
Jess nodded, making Christy smile wider, "And those too."
"Hey, Luke," he called to the back, "I need a cheeseburger and chili cheese fries."
Christy heard a gruff voice from the kitchen, but couldn't make out the words as Jess handed her a handful of creamers.
"Thank you," she grinned before opening the creamers and pouring them in her coffee.
"As much as I hate leaving you," Jess started, "as I'm trying to figure out exactly what you are, my uncle will kill me if I don't wait on the other customers."
"I am a person," she pointed out, "not a what," she dug into her tote, pulling out a worn copy of Peter Pan, "do as you must."
"Peter Pan?" Jess' eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she opened the book and began to read.
She didn't look up from her book as she waved him away, "Don't you have something to do?"
She became consumed with her book and didn't look up until a plate was in front of you and the guff voice she'd heard from the kitchen spoke, "Here ya go…Rory? What'd you do to your hair?"
"Has your mother seen this?" the man in flannel with a backwards baseball cap demanded before she could answer, "she probably encouraged you, right? And when did you have time to do this? I just saw you like an hour ago…"
"Luke," Jess came back behind the counter, "this isn't Rory."
"What are you talking about?" Luke huffed, "I'm looking at her…I've known her since she was a kid and I've been dating her mother for over a year…I think I know Rory when I see her."
Christy shook her head, "Really. My name is Christyana Hayden. I have no idea who this Rory is."
Luke looked over the girl in front of him carefully before holding his finger up, "Can you wait for just a few minutes? There's someone I need you to meet."
Christy shrugged, "I've got all day."
Luke nodded before heading back to the kitchen in a hurry.
Christy shrugged to herself before going back to her book and popping a fry in her mouth.
"He's bringing in Rory's mom," Jess mumbled to Christy, "she's over the top and scary sometimes. She will probably judge you immediately…at least, she judged me immediately."
"My grandparents are socialites," Christy told him, not looking up, "I've been judged every day of my life…well, I was judge even before I was born, so…"
"What happened to your parents?"
"Dad just pops in whenever he needs my grandparents to bail him out," Christy explained lamely, "and my mother walked out on me when I was two months old."
"You have a very tragic story," Jess chuckled a little.
"So do you," she told him, finally looking up and focusing on his eyes.
His right eyebrow shot up in shock, "You don't know my story."
"Let's see," she looked him over, "scary band tee, cargo pants and the faint smell of cigarettes behind cologne along with an 'I'm too cool for you' smirk…I'm guessing you have daddy issues mixed with rebel without a cause."
"So," he bit his lip, intrigued, "we're back to psychoanalysis."
Christy shrugged and went back to reading. She read for a few minutes before she was pulled away by a loud voice barging into the diner, "Lover!"
"Oh, God," both Jess and Luke groaned.
Christy turned towards the door and gasped when she saw an older version of a picture she carried around. In her wallet, she had half of a picture strip of her father and mother from a photo booth. She was beautiful with her raven hair, alabaster skin and bright blue eyes. She definitely wasn't the sixteen year old Christy was used to, but she recognized the woman immediately.
"I have to go," Christy mumbled, throwing her book back in her bag, "how much do I owe you?"
"Hang on," Luke held up his hand, "there's someone I want you to meet."
"I've already met her," Christy kept her head down, "or so I'm told. Please just tell me how much I owe you."
"I'm sorry," her mother jumped in, "but I was called here to meet someone and coffee."
Christy jerked her head up and pushed some stray hairs out of her face, "I'm Christyana Francine Hayden."
Well, here's the first chapter! Let me know what you think! R&R please! Loves!