The Fueled By Ramen Analysis

My jaw dropped as I stood in front of the car with Pete Wentz inside, waving at me. He flashed me one of his dazzling smiles and got out of the car to hug me.

“Chelsea May! How have you been? It seems like forever since we last saw each other,” he said swaying us side to side with his arms still wrapped around me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to process everything.

“What? No, “Hey Pete! By the way, thanks for the awesome car. I absolutely missed you while you were away on tour,” he laughed.
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“Pete, its just wow. What’s this for?” I asked, motioning to the car.

“Consider it a bribe,” he answered.

“For what?” I asked, raising my right eyebrow and crossing my arms

“Why don’t we discuss that at the restaurant? A couple more surprises are waiting for you,” he smiled.

“Hold on, let me just tell my fam-“ I cut myself off after looking behind me and seeing none of my family there.

“You were too busy drooling over your new car to notice them leave,” he chuckled. “Come on, don’t you want to drive it?”

“Yes!” I squealed, giving him another hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Before getting in the car, I took my cap and gown off, revealing the silver baby doll dress I wore underneath.

“You look absolutely amazing, Chelsea,” Pete complimented me as I drove out of the parking lot.

“If I didn’t know you had a fiancé, I would think you were coming on to me. You’re such a charmer, Pete,” I laughed, turning on the stereo.

He smirked as I stopped the car, finally noticing what was playing.

“It couldn’t be…” I said, looking at him. “No way?! How’d you get TAI’s new CD?! I thought it came out on August 19?”

A car honked behind me, causing me to push acceleration, as Pete answered. “Do you seem to forget who I am? I’m fucking Pete Wentz!”

“And…?” I asked, knowing I was annoying him.

“Chelsea, I won’t even answer that,” he sighed.

“Fine then, be that way,” I said, bumping up the volume.

Knowing Pete, he’d hate not hearing the sound of his own voice and start talking again.

Three… Two…. One…

“You do know that’s not what’s going to be released, right? This is just the first version of it.”

“Yeah, I mean why would they have their whole album done, months in advance? But thanks again Pete, for everything.”

“No problem. I know you’re confused now, but trust me; it will all make sense later on. We’ll most likely talk about it during dinner,” he replied.

“Okay, cool. Oh look! We’re already here,” I said, pulling into the parking lot for Buca di Beppo.

I parked the car right next to the entrance and Pete and I walked into the restaurant and headed right to the hostess.

“Excuse me,” said Pete. “But we were just wondering if you could point us in the right direction of the Chelsea May Cabado Graduation Celebration.”

“Sure thing hun,” smiled the elderly lady. “Right this way, please.”

As we followed the lady to where the room was I couldn’t help but notice the all-knowing smirk on Pete’s face.

“What’s the face for?” I asked.

“Oh, you’ll see in a minute.”

“And here we are,” the hostess said, gesturing toward the big room filled with many of my friends and family.

Upon entering the room, my eyes widened for probably the millionth time that day.

“Patrick! Andy! Joe! Ashleeeeeeeee!” I squealed, running towards their open arms.

“Oh my goodness! I haven’t seen you guys in the longest!” I beamed at them.

“I know… you don’t love us, do you? The last time you saw us was like a year ago,” pouted Andy.

“Yeah!” agreed Joe, also pouting. “You know Chicago is always just a plane ride away.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, Joe and Andy were definitely not the type of guys I see pouting.

“Look, Joe! She’s giggling at us! Giggling! Can you believe that?” Andy asked in disbelief.

“No, Andy, I can’t. I think a year without seeing our beautiful faces has gotten to her,” Joe said, playing along.

By now my giggling had spread to Ashlee. Pete and Patrick also started chuckling.

“Come on, Chelsea. We have to catch up on everything!” Ashlee squealed, leading me away from the group.

“No, Chelsea! Come back!” begged Joe and Andy. “We were just kidding!”

“You guys, I’ll be right back. You’ll get your own Chelsea time later.”

“So Miss I’m Valedictorian of UCLA’s graduate class of 2008, how does it feel to graduate top of your class, while being at least 5 years younger than your peers?” Ashlee asked.

“Ha ha. Very funny, I honestly didn’t expect it. It’s all been a crazy roller coaster for me,” I smiled.

“I bet it has, and you’re definitely in for a ride later on tonight,” Ashlee agreed.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh, nothing,” she said nonchalantly.

I rolled me eyes, deciding to let the subject go when all of a sudden I saw a sparkle come from Ashlee’s finger. “AHHH! I forgot to ask you! How are you doing, soon to be Mrs. Wentz?”

A large smile broke out on Ashlee’s face. “Good, really good actually. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you when he proposed. I always meant to but by the time I was going to spill the beans, your cousin Chad reminded me you had finals and I didn’t want to interrupt any study time.”

“Nonsense, I would have warmly welcomed an excuse for a study break. But what’s done is done. So anything else I missed besides that rock on your finger?”

She leaned in closer to me. “Well, the ceremony’s in two weeks!” she whispered. “And me and Pete want you to be there of course.”

“Oh my goodness! Already? Wow, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but you have to promise me you’ll help me find a dress perfect for your big day,” I gushed.

“Of course, I’d be crazy to pass up a shopping day! We can definitely use that time to really catch up. Ahh, I guess we should get back to them before they come up with this crazy scheme to take you away,” laughed Ashlee.

“You go on ahead, I need to mix and mingle with all my family members,” I said, walking towards the big group of relatives that all smiled at me.

I hugged each and every one of them as I made small talk, while receiving even more white envelopes hopefully filled with cash. All the conversations seemed to have the same gist though. With the many congratulations, oh you’re so beautiful nows, and the constant questions of what I plan on doing in life. After one too many conversations consisting of all those elements and more, I decided I had enough and let myself wander back to the side of the room with Fall Out Boy and Ashlee.

“She’s back!” Andy cried.

“We missed you!” Joe added.

“Back off you lunatics,” joked Patrick. “I didn’t even get to talk to her the first time.”

“Ello poppit,” I said in a mock British accent, kissing Patrick on the cheek. “I missed you.”

“Did you see that Andy?” gasped Joe. “She gave Pattykins a peck on the cheek!”

“Yes I did Joe. Does she know she’s breaking our hearts?” Andy sighed.

“Will you two just shut up already?” I fake snapped. “Maybe if you weren’t as annoying you would have gotten one too!”

“W- w- we didn’t mean it like that,” stuttered Joe.

“Yeah we’re sorry,” apologized Andy.

I walked over to their seats and gave them each a peck on the cheek. “I missed you boys too.”

“Score!” they cheered, high fiving each other.

“Boys will be boys,” laughed Ashlee.

“Hey now, don’t be quoting A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out in front of Panic. Ryan just might go crazy on you,” joked Pete, putting his arm around her.

“Well then I guess I’m lucky they’re not here,” she smiled at him.

“How sure are you?” Pete asked, smirking.

He definitely got my attention, my head perked up and my mouth began to open but Patrick beat me to it.

“They’re here? Like right now?”

All Pete did was smile, which caused me to burst at him, “Oh my God. Where are they?!”

“Gotcha! But trust me what I’m about to tell you is better than having Brendon, Jon, Ryan, and Spencer here,” Pete said, beckoning me to sit closer to him and Ashlee.

Everyone’s attention was turned towards the both of us and smiles could be seen on everyone’s faces.

“I have a business proposition for you.”