A.N. This is my new story! I'm making it like the movie, John Tucker Must Die, but not quite.

Disclaimer: I own the Blue Moon restaurant, Andrew, and Maplewood High. I also own the random OC in the beginning. I DON'T own Sonny with a Chance and John Tucker Must Die. :DDDDDD

Hi. I'm Alison "Sonny" Munroe. My dad named gave me the nickname, before they divorced... But that's not important now.

My mom MUST be prettier than a model. Seriously. I think she won Miss America or was a supermodel when she was younger. We have been to a LOT of places. Italy, New York, and even FRANCE. Why? My mom's broke up with guys a MILLION times. I don't have many friends because of it, but oh well.

Right now we live in Los Angeles. But I know we won't stay long.

My mom gets hit on by ALL of the male neighbors. I'm no Hannah Montana, but I don't think I'm not that ugly. But compared to mom, I might as well live in hiding. It gets repetitive after seeing guys drool over your mom the minute they see her and, ignore you like your invisible.

I don't think my younger brother, Andrew, cares or even knows why we move so much. He spends all of his time cooped up in his room playing Boom Boxing Brothers 3 on his Wii. One time during a thunder storm he almost got electrocuted. Eek. Unfortunately since he's up there in his room, I'm stuck playing therapist for mom.

My mom's sweet. She really is. She's smart; but acts like an idiot when she's with hot guys. She's a great listener. She even listens to me when I tell her about my problems with Geometry! But once she sees a hot guy, I disappear.

I hear the doorbell ring while I'm unpacking beautiful delicate china. I dust off my knees while I get up. I opened the door to see a boy with spiky black hair wearing a blue shirt and baggy jeans. In his hands he shoved a plate of cookies in my hands, and made his way inside. Rude, much?

"Look, Are you Ali-something Munroe?" he asked in a lazy dull drawl making me want to punch him in the face. I start to correct him when he glares at me.

Slightly taken back, he continues, "My mom made those and sent me here, and personally I don't give a crap about you."

Steam boils inside of me, when my mom comes downstairs. Her light brown hair is forced into a wavy ponytail wearing an expensive pink French halter top with designer skinny jeans. Hell, she has the magical appearance of a queen.

I walk past her as the usual happens. When I get into my room, I plop myself on my plastic-covered bed. I sigh; I wish my dad was here. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of him pour into my brain. He was always polite, funny, everything a dad should be.

I brush away the sad thoughts as I carefully fall asleep..

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"ALI!!!! Wake up! You have to go to the WORK YOU APPLIED FOR!" My younger brother blares from the staircase.

I instantly jerk up, and run downstairs. Mom's making pancakes with a smiley face made from maple syrup. I smile happily as I dig in. After at least 6 minutes tops, I finish the food. Mom takes the plate and dumps it into the sink. I start thinking about my job where I'm going to have to wash dishes stuff along those lines...

"Alison, honey, shouldn't you get ready for work? College funds don't pay for themselves you know!" My mom inquires.

I get up and put on a long-sleeved black-and-white shirt and black jeans. I pick up my iPhone and rush out the door. I take out my skateboard and rush to the restaurant that I'm going to be working at. Blue Moon was in dark blue lights and it looked very fancy.

"Hi, I'm Alison Munroe and I'm gonna be working here..?" I say to a red-headed lady.

"Ah, Ms. Alison right on time." I smile with relief. I hate being late.

"I'll let you train under one of our best servers…Lucy?!" A peppy girl with brown plaited hair came out of nowhere.

She quickly grabbed my hand and started the tour. She pointed stuff out. After 16 minutes of her fast talking lessons, I quickly understood what to do.

Just then a new pair of customers sat down. A boy with blond hair in a jet black tuxedo with a blond girl dressed in a mini pink FLUFFY dress. I went up to them and said what Lucy told me.

"Hello, welcome to the Blue Moon how may I help you? Today's special is the clam soup and it's half of. May I take your order now, please?"

"I'll take the garden salad and the clam soup you were suggesting." The blonde haired girl said.

I quickly jot down the orders on a check and when my head goes back up I see them sharing saliva. Yuck. I wait for the blondes to stop. He let go and said, "Steak with a side of scallops".

I thankfully rush to give the order to a chef and wait 30 minutes. I hear a ring and grab a tray for the plates of food and served the couple. After watching them eat and share food, I gave them their check.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------Later----------------------------------------------------------------------

I was sent to kitchen duty when I saw the same guy.. But with a different girl? This time she had black long wavy hair and wore a semi-long sparkly blue dress.

The waitress gave me the order and told me to be quick.

I read their order: Two Steaks with a side of Scallops. I quickly made the order and gave it to the waitress that was working at the time. I peeked over at their table again and it had them sharing food and kissing. God. What's with teens these days kissing like that?

----------------------------------------------------------------Around 9:00 P.M.---------------------------------------------------------------

Whoa… This guy had 3 girlfriends? 'Cuz when I had 9 o'clock shift to go serve them. Guess what? She had brown hair. She was wearing a red halter dress with a mini small black belt and huge black pumps.

I went through the usual.

"You DON'T have a vegetable salad?" The girl asked, calmly.

"We do have the garden-"I began, but I was shortly interrupted.

"You don't have A VEGETABLE SALAD?!?!?! How can you slaughter poor innocent animals and serve them with a smile??" The boy screeched getting up off his feet. I was about to point out that he ate 2 steaks with two other girls, but decided against it. The girl was clearly nicer.

"Chad? Sweetheart, sit down. People are staring." The girl told 'Chad'.

He sat back down, numbly.

I jotted down their orders (2 garden salads) and went back to give them to Lucy.

"Did you just wait on Chad Dylan Cooper?" Lucy paled.

"He's Maplewood High's leading basketball player!" Maplewood High? Why is that so familiar? Wait a sec...

It dawned on me that Maplewood High is the school I was going to tomorrow.

Shit.

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