I DO NOT OR WILL I EVER OWN THE MOVIE FOOTLOOSE THAT RIGHT BELONGS TO SOME OTHER AWESOME PERSON. WHAT I DO OWN IS SAMANTHA ANN AIRS AND DEREK WALDIN.

SO ON THAT NOTE... ON WITH THE STORY!

When Boston and Bomont Collide

"Progress… What does progress mean to you?" Reverend Moore asked.

"Means I'm not falling asleep during one of your sermons for once." I mumbled as I typed out a reply to Woody's text about going to Starlite drive in sometime this week.

"Shhh!" someone shushed from somewhere behind me, turning in my seat I found the perpetrator.

"Sorry." I apologized to the elderly old crow glaring at me from the pew behind me. Raising my phone a little so she can see the screen I hit send and smiled at her when it said that the message was sent. Turning back to face the front I slipped my phone back in my pocket and listened as Reverend Moore preached.

"We have computers in our pockets, telephones in our automobiles, and money on a plastic card." Reverend Moore said looking all kinds of serious and righteous.

"Okay I take that back, I might just fall asleep yet." I grumbled pulling my phone out of my pocket as it vibrated alerting to a new text. I vaguely was listening to what was being said as I texted.

"Who here today remembers a time when you had to go INSIDE the bank to get money? Remember old Mr. Rucker at Bomont State Bank?" Mr. Moore paused to let everyone recall the kind old bank worker, "Every time you made a deposit, he'd give you a piece of Bazooka chewing gum." Reverend Moore said making everyone laugh, with the exception of myself and his lovely daughter Ariel. Speaking of Ariel, I looked away from my phone screen to glance over at "Little Miss Preacher's Daughter." She was sitting on the other side of the church room with her, our only thing in common nowadays, friend Rusty.

You see three years ago you probably would have seen me sitting right there with them. But that was before the accident, before the deaths of those five seniors. Back then Ariel wasn't the wild and reckless rebel child she is today….Nah back then she was actually the town's goody two shoes. Always home before curfew, never talking back, never sneaking out, keeping up her grades in school, and she never would even consider talking to a douchebag pussy chasing asshole like Chuck Cranston. But alas, things change and unlike Rusty I gave up on Ariel a long time ago. I was brought out of my thoughts when Rusty looked over at me catching my eye. She grinned at me giving me a semi-subtle "What's up" nod, I smirked returning the favor.

With a shake of my head I turned my attention back to my phone and started replying to the text that I was, until now, neglecting. Once my phone notified me that my message was sent I looked back up to Reverend Moore.

"Today more and more, as families, we are tuning each other out. We're either surfing the internet, texting on our cell phones, or staring mindlessly at the television set. Now –" reverend Moore was interrupted when my phone's ringtone, Hustlin by Rick Ross, rang out. Instantly I could feel the burn of everyone's stare as I fished my phone out of my pocket. Once it was out I pushed the call button and pressed it to my ear as I stood out of my seat.

"Give me a second." I quickly said into the receiver before pressing my cell into my shoulder and addressing everyone else. "I'm sorry everyone, Reverend Moore, for disrupting another Sunday service…..again. I guess I forgot to leave it on silent. So I'll just take this call outside. Ladies and gentlemen good day, let god be with you." I apologized, albeit sarcastically, and made my way to the middle aisle.

'Note to self: Never sit at the front again' I thought as I slowly made my way to the door. As I was I could see Rusty fighting a laugh while from beside her Ariel just rolled her eyes. After passing them in my stride to get the door I caught the eye of a boy I've never seen before sitting with the Warnicker Family, I babysat their girls during the summer. The guy was good looking with a strong jaw, pretty brown hazel eyes, and dirty blonde hair. I held his brown hazel eyed gaze until I completely passed the church bench he was sitting at.

By the time I was at the door the Reverend had picked up where my phone had interrupted, like my little interruption never even happened. As my hand gripped the handle I took one last look back to find Mr. New Kid the only one still watching me. Throwing him a smirk and a wink I opened the big wood door and made my exit.

"Hello?" I called into my cell as I walked down the church steps and over to my baby blue Triumph Tiger 110 motorcycle (think Benjamin Button's morotcycle). Swinging my leg over to straddle my bike I waited for the persons reply.

"Sammy? Baby make sure you don't forget to stop by the Thomas Family Pharmacy for my medicine okay?" a weak strained voice sounded through the speaker.

"Of course I won't forget grandma. In fact, I'm on my way right now to pick it up. So there's no need for you to worry." I said.

"Okay sweetie pie. Please make sure that you are careful on that god awful machine you call a motorcycle." my grandmother scolded but I could clearly hear the smile in her tired voice.

"Will do, Okay I gotta go but I'll see you at home in a little bit, bye grandma. I love you." I said noticing that service was over, as if the people pouring out of the church doors was any indication.

"I love you too baby girl, bye" My grandma said before hanging up. Shoving my phone into my pocket I put on my black Ray Ban sunglasses. Grabbing the hair tie from my wrist I threw my hair up into a quick pony before kick starting my bike and driving away from the curb.

Ren's pov

After meeting the Reverends daughter and our proactive one word conversation I went looking for my uncle Wes. As I was looking I spotted cellphone girl talking on the phone sitting on a sexy sky blue Triumph Tiger 110 motorcycle. Getting a good look at her now she wasn't exactly dress like the other church goers here. Instead of a nice Sunday dress and sandals she was sporting light wash jeans, black cowgirl boots (like Miley Cyrus in party in the USA), a scoop neck white tee, and a simple necklace with a small circle silver pendant hanging from it. In church after her phone went off and she was walking away I thought she was smoking. Defiantly different form some of the other small town girls I've seen in Bomont , but then again Ariel was something else too.

By the time I found my aunt and uncle Cellphone girl had just hung up her phone.

"Hey, Uncle Wes, what's her name?" I asked still looking in cell phone girl's direction.

"Who're you taking about son?" my uncle asked looking at me. I nodded my head in cellphone girls' direction; she was putting her hair up when my uncle finally spotted her.

"Oh her? That's Samantha Ann Airs, although she likes going by her nickname Sammy. Yeah, she babysat the girls for us this past summer. She's a really sweet girl despite the kinds of stories folks will tell you about her," My uncle explained, "Now come on, Ren, your aunt has lunch waiting." My uncle told me with a pat on the back before heading to his truck.

"Sammy, huh?" I muttered watching as she expertly kick started her bike and road away.

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Until next time

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