On October 8th, 1984, Lorelai Gilmore gave birth to two perfect girls, the first came into the world fighting, screaming as loud as she could, dark eyes welling up with tears. The second was quiet, gazing at the world with curious blue eyes. The first was named Daniella which was quickly shortened to Dani, and the second was Lorelai like her mother, nicknamed Rory. The twin's father came bursting into the room, a grin painted on his boyish face and the nurse handed him Dani. "Oh she's perfect, Lor. She's just perfect." He whispered. "Keep her. One each is only fair." Lorelai had said, clutching Rory tight. "You're serious?" Christopher asked, looking at the sixteen-year-old on the hospital bed. "Yeah." ****** And so, Dani was raised by her father, on the back of a motorbike, flitting between boyfriends like her father went from woman to woman. Dani was blue jeans and gold chains, she was blue streaks in brown hair, she was stormy blue eyes and laughter, late nights and cigarette smoke, love and hate, she was music and poetry, she talked Spanish to birds and French to cats, preferred beer over coffee and was addicted to anything strawberry flavored, she was long road trips and short kisses, movie nights and drunk karaoke. She was everything Rory wasn't and in her dad's eyes she was perfect.