The Fueled By Ramen Analysis

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A/N Ateh (ah-teh) means older sister in Tagalog

“Wake up love,” Vicky-T’s voice cooed into my ear as she shook me awake. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

I opened my eyes slowly to help my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness in the room. I suddenly felt uncomfortable and looked down to find that I was still wearing the dress from the other night. I then looked at Vicky-T and the same could be said for her. “Was it all just a dream?” I asked seriously.

“Was what just a dream?” she said, stretching in place.

“Uhh gypsy strippers?” I mumbled.

“That was no dream sweetie,” she giggled. “We were just so tired from last night that we didn’t even bother changing into sleeping clothes. But enough about that, it’s already two and we have to be at the wedding by 5.”

“Holy smokes!” I said, jumping off the bed. “Do you mind if I take a shower first? I won’t even be getting my hair wet. I need it unwashed for what I have to do later. I just need to get rid of this perfume smell.”

“Go right on ahead,” she nodded. I quickly pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail and rushed to the bathroom, showering in record time. I changed into a button up flannel shirt and an old pair of The Higher booty shorts before letting Vicky claim the bathroom. I then placed my hair dryer, flat iron, brush, and several styling products on the writing desk in the sitting room that conveniently had a huge mirror placed on the wall. I had my ceramic flat iron heat up as I blow dried my hair making sure my side swept bangs actually swept across my forehead. By the time I was done with that the flat iron was done heating up. I separated my hair into two parts and sprayed heat protectant liquid all over it. I then grabbed a section of hair from the back and began to curl my hair using the thin flat iron. Within thirty minutes my head was full of perfectly spiraled locks of raven hair. I smiled at my reflection and grabbed two huge bobby pins from in front of me. I then carefully pinned the left side of my hair back so it kind of looked like one of Allie’s hairstyles in The Notebook while my right side remained loose.

“Why hello there beautiful!” Vicky-T grinned, appearing from behind me in nothing but a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. “Do you mind if I borrow this for a bit?” She pointed towards my hair dryer and I gladly handed it over to her.

“It’s all yours,” I said. “I’m done fixing my hair anyways.”

“Which looks great by the way. I’ll let you get back to fixing yourself up while I go dry my mop of hair,” she said, walking back to the bathroom.

“To wear makeup or not to wear makeup, that is the question,” I said to myself as I examined my reflection.

“Wear the makeup love,” Vicky-T called out from the bathroom. “Tease the guys for a night, it’ll be fun. I don’t think any of them have seen you wear it, I know I haven’t. Just go all out tonight.”

“Fine,” I said, giving in and walking over to my duffel bag. I dug around in in search for the moderate sized makeup case my older sister had given me ‘just in case I felt like being a girly-girl for the day’. She gave it to me before she had left for New York, wanting to pursue her dream in becoming a hotshot makeup artist only a month previous. I never really looked inside during the time span between then and now due to my lack of enthusiasm when it came to applying makeup and was actually anxious to see what goodies she had compiled for my use. I brought the case back to the writing desk and sat down before detaching the buckles and opening it up.

My eyes widened as the sight of various pigments of eye shadow from MAC were neatly stacked one on top of the other in rows at the bottom of the case. In one of the compartments different shades of blush could be found, giving me the choice of having a natural rosy feeling to an out there ‘BAM’ look. In a compartment above that I found various sticks of eyeliner along with tiny containers of Bobbi Brown gel eyeliner, my sister’s personal favorite. As I dug through the rest of the contents, I couldn’t help but miss my older sister. With each new goodie I found that I knew to be one of her staples in the mass collection of makeup she acquired, memories of times when she would fix herself up in our joint bathroom, telling me about the hot date she was about to go on or how she had found a new technique to make her makeup pop or look vivid flashed through my mind. Not to mention the memories of the many makeup runs we would go to just to find that perfect shade. Just as I was about to grab one of the brushes and start applying makeup a piece of white paper caught my eye. I took it out of its previous spot in which it was tucked away behind some paint pots and quickly unfolded it.

Hey Chels!
You finally decided to open this thing up huh? Well I know you don’t exactly share my love affair with makeup and you hardly put it on but I know this neat little collection will come in handy one of these days. I remember your high school days when I would put my expertise to work on your face whenever the time called for it. Whether it was homecoming, Sadie’s, senior portraits, prom, graduation and all those other “big” events you always came running to me for help. You never really needed makeup but when I did manage to put some on you, you would look spectacular. So when you do finally put this case of makeup to use, just remember those times we would share as I got ready for occasions and you sat on the countertop, telling me if my eye shadow matched my dress and whatnot. Put all the tips and advice I told you subtly through all those years to use and I know you’ll cause heads to turn and guys’ jeans to tighten. And I know what you’re thinking so yes, Chelsea, I meant every word of that sentence. GET ‘EM! I love you sweeeeeetie just call if you need me or forgot something. Maybe you can even find some of those old youtube videos I posted when I was barely starting out.
Love you,
Ateh <3

I smiled sadly at the paper before folding it back into a tiny triangle and tucking it back to its previous position. I then dug through the many pigments of eye shadow and grabbed a peach colored one along with a vibrant pink. Along with that I picked out the snow-white eyeliner and placed it next to the eye shadows and their brushes.

I uncapped the eyeliner and traced my lower lids over and over again until you could tell I was wearing white eyeliner. I then made small strokes of the eyeliner along my brow bone. After that was done I grabbed the smudge brush and began to blend the strokes together lightly so you could faintly see the white. I then began to apply the peach eye shadow along each of my eyelids and followed it up with the vibrant pink going over the white smudged strokes. I decided against wearing mascara and put all the eye makeup back onto the desk. I then pulled out a rosy looking blush and a skunk-looking brush. I swirled the brush in the blush and sucked in my cheeks as I stroked the outline of my cheek bones with the brush until I was satisfied with the color. For the finishing touch I grabbed a tube of cherry blossom tinted MAC lip glass and lightly applied it onto my lips. Once I was done I looked at my reflection and smiled. I had done a good job for applying makeup to myself for the first time without the watchful eye of my older sister.

“Chelsea! Is that really you?” Vicky-T said wide eyed as I went back into the room to return my makeup case and put on my dress.

“Umm yeah,” I said meekly.

“You look… wow,” she breathed. “I’m actually speechless. And you’re not even in your dress yet!”

“I’m sure I don’t look all that great,” I said humbly. “But you look pretty damn good yourself.”

“Oh yeah, sure. I’m wearing the usual amount of makeup and I opted to just straighten my hair. I most definitely look better than you,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever you say,” I said, looking at the clock. It was 4:00 already. Vicky-T and I took the thirty minutes we had to make sure we had everything we needed for the wedding along with having our dress and shoes on. I also used the time to pack all the makeup that I had used into my white clutch before Vicky-T and I sat on the couch, waiting for the arrival of our dates. Both Gabe and Ryan had promised to pick us up no later than 4:30. It was now 4:35.

“Leave it to the boys to be late,” she complained, tapping her heeled foot impatiently on the soft white carpet.

“I know, right?” I agreed, getting up off the couch. “We should just go and get them. Being who they are I bet they’ll take another hour getting ready if we don’t do something about it.”

“Yes, let’s,” she said after flashing me a huge grin and getting up herself. She followed me to the door as I scanned the room making sure nothing was left and forgotten. Once I was sure everything was just right I stopped right next to the door and looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

I smiled shyly at my reflection as I admired the dress that I had picked out. The peachy pink color matched the pigment that I had carefully applied on and around my eyelids while my curls also complemented the dress due to the fact that it was strapless. I laughed lightly to myself as I saw the tiny mole exposed to the world on the upper left side of my chest that would have been covered if I were wearing anything else. The dress hugged my upper body and began to flare out into a full skirt right at my waist. The hem fell just short of my knees and gave it that fun, flirty, yet respectable look. Underneath the hem you could find the tutu like skirt that made the dress look fuller and with every little movement I made, the material would tickle my thighs lightly. My eyes then went back to my waist where the sash was tied limply around it. I then unknotted it and tied it tighter to my waist, forming a bow not to the back or even the front of me but just above my left hipbone.

“You look gorgeous love, let’s just go,” Vicky-T said after she had her fill of me looking at myself in the mirror. I nodded at her reflection in the mirror, turned towards the door and opened it. It swung open to reveal both Ryan and Gabe adjusting their suit jackets and brushing off any extra lint that they had managed to skip.

“Well hello there boys,” I said, showing off my pearly whites. “We were just about to go and get you.”

They both looked at me wide-eyed before Ryan chose to spoke up. “Chelsea May, is that really you?”

"No,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “I’m her secret twin sister that she lets loose on special occasions.”

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny May,” Ryan said openly checking me out. “But to be honest you look absolutely breathtaking right now.”

I was ready to send a snarky remark back his way but bit it back after he finished his sentence. I was taken aback by his sincerity and began to blush.

“Aww will you look at that. Ryan got Chelsea May to blush, how cute,” Gabe cooed playfully before turning his attention towards Vicky-T. “But Ryan you have to admit, Chelsea May isn’t the only beautiful girl to walk out of that hotel room. My, my Victoria. You are looking quite lovely on this evening.”

Her facial expression soon matched mine and the boys looked at each other before smirking. “Shall we go now?” I asked, getting tired of just standing there.

“Of course, of course,” Gabe said as he linked arms with Vicky-T. “Pete got two limos for the FBR crew that were able to attend today. One for those with dates –meaning us- and another for the suckers going alone.” I nodded and Ryan took my hand in his before we started following Gabe. I didn’t know what to feel but after taking another look at our hands I was less tense, our fingers were not intertwined and we merely held hands as friends would. Once we reached the lobby we were greeted by Jon, Cassie, Spencer, Haley, and the boys of FOB –excluding Pete- along with Ashlee’s bride’s maids. Cassie and Haley both grinned and waved hello as the guys all shared looks of awe on their faces.

"May May is that-“ Joe began.

“Yes, it is me. What kind of a question is that?! I know I don’t wear makeup and all but do I really look that different?” I ranted.

“No he didn’t mean it in a negative way,” Patrick covered for him. “It’s just that we didn’t know it was possible for you to look even prettier than you usually do.”

“Nice save man,” Gabe said, sending a nod his way. I chose not to acknowledge them and walked out of the lobby and in the front of the hotel with Ryan still holding onto my hand.

“Tell me the truth Ry,” I said quietly. “Do I look so different that you can’t even tell it’s me?” I turned towards him and tilted my head up to catch his eyes with my own.

“Well we’re just not used to this side of you. Yeah you look different, but a good different. But then again you still look like the Chelsea May we’ve grown to love,” he said never once breaking my stare.

“Ryan you don’t make any sense,” I said, trying to hold back a giggle.

“And you’re supposed to be the college graduate,” he chuckled. Then his eyebrows furrowed together as he thought of another way to explain his point. “Well in simplest terms yeah you don’t look like you usual self. But instead of hiding behind makeup like so many girls choose to do you use it in a way that enhances your features. Like your eyes… I’ve never noticed what a pretty shade of brown they are. They look so similar to hazelnut. You don’t exactly see that in other people’s eyes. And then your eyebrows are they naturally shaped that way? You don’t get them done? Because with how you’ve managed to do your makeup they stand out in a good way. Everything you’ve managed to do to yourself today complements each other and it’s just wow,” he explained, staring intently at my face. “Yet you still look like you.”

“Ryan how is that in simplest terms?” I asked jokingly. “But anyways, thank you. I now get what you mean.”

I hugged him tightly and he kissed the top of my head before saying, “Anytime babe.”

“Party people!” Gabe said, dragging out each word. “We have finally arrived and apparently so has our limo. Let’s go you two lovebirds.”

“Be quiet Gabriel, we’re going strictly as friends,” I said as we followed the group to the stretch limo.

“Mhm and that explains why you two are holding hands,” Spencer said, deciding to add a comment of his own while turning back to look at us.

“Friends can hold hands!” Ryan defended. “Look our fingers aren’t even criss cross!” He raised our attached hands to prove his point.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Holding hands is holding hands,” Cassie said, holding hands the way Ryan and I were with Jon proving her point.

Both Ryan and I shook our heads in defeat as the driver opened the door and we began to pile in. The whole way over to Ashlee’s parents’ house the guys joked around and made conversation as the girls joined in here and there whenever it seemed fit. After Gabe’s tenth dirty joke we had finally arrived.

Ryan returned his hand in mine and flashed me one of his dazzling smiles before he guided the both of us out of the vehicle. Instead of walking through the front door we followed the trail of rose petals and scented candles leading the way to the back. I was instantly speechless once we entered the humongous tent that covered the entirety of the backyard. It was probably the size of half a football field and I couldn’t help but stare at my new surroundings. Ryan shared my feeling of awe and together we both gawked at the beautiful floral arrangements and candles that filled the tent.

“Chelsea! Ryan! Over here!” William’s melodic voice called out from the crowd of guests, snapping us out of our admiring eyes. Ryan excused himself and me many times before we made it over to William, Adam, Andy, Mike, and Michael.

“Hey,” Ryan greeted the boys as he sweeped the circle, giving all of them bro-hugs. They all acknowledged him in one way or another before turning to look at me. I wasn’t surprised to see the looks of shock they were sending me at full blast.

“I think my heart just started beating faster,” Sisky whispered but loud enough for me to hear.

“What was that Adam?” I asked as an amused grin fell upon my lips.

“Nothing, are you hearing things Chelsea May?” he asked, trying to play it off by sending me an incredulous look. I rolled my eyes at his response and then proceeded to hug all of the guys.

“You look stunning buttercup,” William whispered as I gave him his hug. “Absolutely stunning.” I whispered a thank you back before we were joined by Ryan’s bandmates. The guys greeted each other enthusiastically and began to have an animated conversation leaving me, Cassie, and Haley out of the picture.

“How rude,” I said, scrunching my eyebrows together and playfully glaring at the boys. Cassie and Haley laughed at my behavior before Cassie abruptly stopped and ever so slightly pointed her chin to my right. I turned my head to where she was directing at and saw Brendon staring at us, or well me, with a small smile gracing his big lips. Once he was aware that we were aware of his stalkerishness he grinned sheepishly at us and waved. I rolled my eyes and gave him a hug since he was the only one left in the group with whom I had yet to embrace. He was taken aback that I wasn’t mad at his actions but instantly returned back to his old self and flashed me one of his infamous Brendon smiles.

“You’re looking quite lovely tonight,” he said, still smiling.

“Not too shabby yourself, Mr. Urie,” I said, smiling myself.

Before anything else could be said or done a clean cut Caucasian male dressed in a white button up and red vest popped into our group and cleared his throat. Once he knew that he had grabbed all of our attention, he informed us that the ceremony was about to begin and for us to give him our names so he could direct us to our seats.

“They went the whole nine yards, didn’t they?” William chuckled right before telling the man his last name. I rolled my eyes at his comment as the other guys chuckled with him. They didn’t understand a girl’s need to have the perfect wedding. But knowing the lovely couple, Pete was the one who probably suggested the idea.