So here's a test-run chapter of a story I want to write. It gets super cool, this is just the exposition (of course).

Please review with your opinion of whether or not I should continue. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan. Or Kelsey.

Song: Teenagers

By: My Chemical Romance

Bon Jovi played through her earbuds, sadly unable to block out the conversation of the three girls sitting in front of her on the school bus. Homecoming was in just three weeks and girls were already buzzing about what to wear, who to go with, and how they should do their hair. One of the girls in front of her was manically texting who Wendy supposed was a potential date. "Oh my goodness," the redhead suddenly piped, her eyes wide as she looked up from the small screen, "I can't believe it! Kevin already asked Emily and she said yes!"

"That skank!" the petite blond next to her said, her mouth forming an attractive little 'o'. "I'm so sorry, Kayla."

"There are better boys out there than Kevin," the brunette next to the window smiled. "Plenty of them."

"Maybe you could ask Luke?" Mandy suggested, tossing her blond locks.

"Oh come on, ladies. Think bigger! There are much hotter guys at this school," the brunette said. She was obviously the brains of the group. In fact, Wendy knew she was the brains of the group because Wendy had been dealing with the trio of girls her whole life. They all lived in the same neighborhood and had attended the same schools since kindergarten. The clan of three and Wendy had a platonic neighborly relationship. Once and awhile Wendy would hang out with them or one of them would randomly show up to her house and ask to chill by Wendy's pool for an hour or so. They generally got along, even though Wendy was not considered up to their social standards.

"Well who are you gonna ask, Kelsey?" Kayla asked, huffing rather unattractively.

"Peter, duh."

"Wait...do you mean Peter," Mandy, the redhead, asked, putting heavy emphasis on the name.

"Of course I mean Peter," Kelsey mocked, mimicking her tone. "He is obviously the hottest guy at Roger Heights. And he should most definitely be going out with the hottest girl, who would be me."

"You totally are the hottest girl," Kayla crooned. "I wish I was as pretty as you." The discussion turned to Kelsey's hair management and Wendy lost interest, wondering why she had been interested in the first place. Their talk was almost as mindless as the conversations Mr. Smee, the crazy aging janitor at the Roger Heights, had with himself as he mopped. Bon Jovi had long since changed to The Cars and Wendy lost herself in the lyrics of Dangerous Type as she gazed out the window.

Autumn did wonderful things in northern Michigan, despite the bipolar temperatures. The sun was out, but a breeze blew across the recently emptied fields, tumbling the bits of dried grass and corn husks over each other. This was a perfect day for her. She listened to the upbeat music and thought about her school and the upcoming year.

Roger Heights was the pinnacle of stereotypical. If 80's stock movie characters existed in real life, Roger Heights was their home. The hot girls dated the jocks, who beat on the nerds, who spent most of their time in the chemistry labs or math classrooms. History buffs, authors and poets stayed in the library among the mostly ignored volumes of old teen literature. Once and awhile there would be a small puff of dust as a student removed a reference book from a shelf. The tortured artists owned the studios photography development lab and the rambunctious theater kids ruled the music wing along with the stuffy choir clique. Goths lurked in the corners. Punks spent most of their time ignoring academics altogether in order to play their guitars outside in the commons by the auditorium. Those who didn't belong to a specific group often wandered from one to the other making friends and enemies along the way. Wendy was one of those, though she spent a majority of her time with either the authors or the artists.

She thought about how funny it was the the school was so sectioned. Why would everyone want to stay away from everyone else instead of melding their talents? It didn't matter, either, because each group had a leader. And the leader of the punks was the infamous player, Peter Pan.

He and his oddly nicknamed band of six boys kept mostly to themselves. He was that unattainable God-among-men to the female portion of Roger Heights. It wasn't that he didn't like girls, it was just the fact that he was apathetic about all affairs of the heart. He just didn't care. And that made him all the more attractive, like an exotic animal that couldn't be tamed.

Wendy had a couple classes with Peter, so she knew why so many girls found him enticing. He was, by any normal person's standards, attractive. He was a skater, and his dirty blond hair was flippy, usually tucked into a hood or under a hat if he could get away with it. His deep green eyes were a major topic of conversation amongst the single cheerleaders (of which there were few). Peter was tan, with broad shoulders and strong yet sinewy arms and legs. To be blunt: strong but skinny. Even Wendy found him handsome, though she'd never admit her secret crush to anyone but her best friend, Olivia.

She wasn't even sure she could call it a crush. Just a feeling of attraction towards a handsome male. It was better if she put it at a distance and didn't treat it like a feeling.

When the bus came to a stop and emptied her and the clan of three out onto their road, the others were still talking about the dance. Wendy put her iPod in her backpack and chose to listen to their banter, mostly because it was very entertaining to her. She didn't expect Kelsey to turn to her and ask, "So who are you going to homecoming with, Wendy?"

"I might not even go to homecoming this year," Wendy shrugged. "It's junior year, I've had my fill of dances."

"Oh you're just sore cause you don't have a date," Kayla said with a playful smile. Wendy grinned back.

"How did it go with Kevin?"

"Oh, don't get Mandy started," Kelsey laughed as Mandy's mood dropped visibly. "But really, Wendy, have a little fun! School dances are great opportunities to meet people! Why not ask one of your theater buddies? Or one of those cute hipsters from writing club?"

"I don't know. But maybe I will," Wendy sighed. "Who are you going with, Kels?"

"I'm going to ask Peter Pan, so wish me luck!"

"I do wish you luck, he'd be quite a catch," Wendy smiled. This conversation concluded at the end of her driveway, which she gratefully dashed up. After grabbing the mail, she pushed her way inside. "He would be quite the catch."

Wendy's phone vibrated and flashed her mother's number. With an irritated sigh she answered it. "Yeah, mom?"

"Hi honey, do you mind folding the towels for me? Micheal is coming down with something, so I might need you to help make dinner, too, so I can take care of him."

"Alright, Mom."

"I love you sweetie," her mom said, sounding rather rushed and insincere.

"Love you too, Mom."

Wendy tossed her phone back into her bag and kicked off her shoes by the front door, wading past the dirty laundry next to the laundry room and into the living room. A huge pile of towels lay across the couch, and her brother John was at the dining room table finishing his homework.

"Hi, Wendy!" the intelligent twelve-year old piped, his brown eyes flashing between algebra and his sister.

"Hey John, how's school going?"

"Pretty well. I'm doing exceptionally at math and vocabulary!" he exclaimed. Wendy smiled.

"I can tell!"

"Are you going to homecoming?" John asked, slipping the pile of papers back into his backpack.

"How did you know about that?" Wendy asked, setting her bag down and reaching for one of the many towels. John joined her in folding and she gave him a grateful look.

"Well Jenny's older sister Sarah is going and Sarah told Jenny to leave her alone when Jenny was reading on of Sarah's modeling magazines because Sarah wanted to look at the new dress styles so she could get one for homecoming this weekend," John rattled off. Wendy nodded.

"Well, for your information, I will not be attending homecoming this year unless Olivia drags me there. And even then I don't have a dress," Wendy stated.

"Why not make a dress, like in Pretty in Pink?" John asked.

"It's three weeks away! Plus, I don't have anything to make the dress out of. It would be so much easier to just buy one," Wendy explained. John nodded.

"I guess so. But it wouldn't be as cool as Pretty in Pink," he decided. He looked up and readjusted his glasses. "Is Kelsey going?"

"Yeah she is. Kayla and Mandy, too," Wendy affirmed. John shrugged.

"Why not go with them? They're pretty nice."

"Because they're going with dates, and I don't have a date," Wendy said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. It's just a stupid dance, don't worry about it John. And thanks for helping me fold these things," Wendy smiled. Her brother returned the gesture and nodded.

"Anytime, Wen."

The next morning at the bus stop, all three of the other girls were beaming. Wendy chuckled, "Let me guess, you all have dates?"

"Yes!" Mandy cheered. "I'm going with Max, that hotty from the theater department."

"Well, I'm surprised. I didn't know Max had any friends other than his hair," Wendy laughed. He was notorious for having the school's most fabulous faux-hawke. "What about you, Kayla?"

"I'm going with Jared, the fullback," she replied dreamily.

"And I"m going with Peter Pan," Kelsey declared proudly. "I asked him last night and he said yes!"

"Aren't the guys supposed to ask the girls?" Wendy asked.

"Who cares about those old social restrictions. If a girl likes someone nowadays, she'd better get after him herself or he'll get stolen away. Soon, ladies, you'll be looking at the future Mrs. Pan!" Kelsey crowed.

"Well good luck," Wendy smiled good-naturedly.

"Thanks Wendy, I hope you go, too!" Kelsey said as the bus pulled up. Wendy spent the bus ride listening to music and wondering whether or not homecoming would be a good decision.