Would you like fries with that?

Disclaimer: I don't own Dawn or her family they belong to Anne M Martin, but I do own her godfather Michael.

A/N Just a little break from Rayd8her, I wrote this story ages and ages ago and then I found it on my hard drive.

From what I've seen there are heaps of babysitters club parodies but no real comedies about the Californian Diaries series.

So here you go!

Prologue

Every one has a best friend who in reality happens to be the worst friend you could possibly have. I guess the best way one can describe it can be that old Alice Cooper song Poison accepts with out all the obvious sex over tones, my dad was really into Alice Cooper when he was my age.

I've seen the pictures with the hair and eyeliner and it was scary.

In the pictures you could see my godfather Michael, dad still talks about him all the time in a kind of fond way. Sometimes Michael comes over to see Gracie and they sit outside and talk about the time Michael got dad arrested outside a rock concert, or all the times dad had to haul Michael's drunken ass home after a night on the town.

I remember the first time this happened I was thirteen, I vaguely remembered my godfather from my childhood but with the move to Stoneybrook and the divorce plus the fact mom hated Michael it had been years since I'd seen him.

I'd been feeding Gracie when he showed up and I remember well being shocked; he looked so normal… so not wild…

It was weird.

Jeff and I eavesdropped on the conversation and we pretended we felt bad about it afterwards. They were going over all these horrible stories and they were laughing about, they were laughing about the time Michael crashed dad's car or the time Michael got drunk and threw up at my dad's engagement dinner.

I remember thinking at the time; I was thinking that my father must have gone crazy.

I mean how could you forgive some one who seemed obsessed with screwing things up for you? I still hadn't forgiven Sunny for several reasons.

And then something happened, we all knew it was going to happen and there had been warning signs for months.

Still just because you know something's going to happen it doesn't make it any less shocking when it does, death is always sudden.

I guess it could be described as a get of free jail card, if your best friends mother dies you have to forgive them no matter what. I mean they could haves stabbed you in the back and kicked you until you were down but still some things just seem more important then a girl acting dumb over guys. Sure she still acted dumb over guys but she started acting smart about other things, I think in away it was as if she stopped having a reason to really rebel anymore.

The thing about a best worst friend is that you can hate them until you feel like there's nothing left, you can spend hours bitching about them to your sympathetic male friend Ducky (who would never ever be a boyfriend) but in the end you can't just let them go.

After Mrs. Winslow died Sunny moved back in with her dad and for eight months we barely spoke accept in a polite forced kind of way.

That was it.

Then we became friends again and it wasn't even dramatic, she just invited me to her fifteenth birthday party and suddenly she needed lifts to the store to buy stuff and she didn't ask Ducky for some reason I couldn't understand.

Then she started asking for decoration advice and a few days later I ran into Ducky and Sunny at the movies and everything just sort of eased itself back into place.

Then the cycle started again, you get the picture.

I guess that this little story was used to explain how I ended up working part time at a McDonalds restaurant.

Yes you heard me, Dawn Schafer champion of environmental causes found herself working in an evil symbol of globalization, obesity, and general evil.

Ew.

It was all Sunny's fault.