A/N - Welcome to the first chapter of my Footloose fic! I've loved Miles Teller since I saw him in this movie!

Ren and Molly stepped off the Greyhound bus onto the soil of Bomont, Georgia.

Molly took her older brother's hand as they walked through a small farmer's market.

People were selling various vegetables and homemade goods.

Maybe she could convince Uncle Wesley to take her once they had settled in. Across the train tracks was their uncle's car dealership.

"Momma! It's Ren and Molly! They're here!" Amy yelled.

Their two cousins came running up to them and tackled Ren in a hug.

"Hey girls! How you doin'?" Ren picked them up. "You guys are huge! Get off of me! Attack of the cousins!"

Molly giggled as Ren set them down.

Their Aunt Lulu walked up to them and hugged them.

"Hey, how you doin'?" Ren asked her.

"Good. Hope you got some sleep on that bus."

"Yeah. We got plenty of sleep. No worries, Lulu."

Wesley walked up to them. "Hey."

"Wesley," Ren said, shaking his hand.

"You used to call me Uncky Wes. You too big in the britches for that now? And Molly, you're so beautiful. Like your mother."

Molly smiled.

"Is anybody hungry?" Lulu asked.

Their little cousins nodded and yelled enthusiastically.

"Sounds good. Need a hand with your bags?" Wesley asked.

"I got it, thanks." Ren picked up his bag and backpack and took Molly's hand again.

They drove to their aunt and uncle's...well, their house and got ready for dinner.

"Hey Ren, I wanna tell you a joke. How do you make a tissue dance?" Amy asked.

"I don't know," Ren said.

"Put a little boogie in it."

They both laughed.

Lulu started pouring them some sweet tea as Wesley filled his plate.

"Hey guys, I tell you about these baked beans? Your great grandma Esther, who you didn't know, this is her secret recipe."

"Yeah, you know what the secret ingredient is?" Lulu asked.

"Bourbon."

Lulu laughed. "It's not bourbon. It's a ton of butter."

"That's code for bourbon."

Lulu sat down at the table. "Now, we do burgers on Saturdays. I didn't know if you were a vegetarian or a vegan or something?"

"No, no, no. This is great, it's good. Thank you," Ren told them.

Molly nodded in agreement.

"It's grass-fed beef, so..." Wesley added.

"Thank you."

"With a little bit of possum."

"Okay. Who's turn is it?" Lulu asked.

"Daddy's!" the girls said.

"Let's join hands. Bow your heads."

Ren wiped his hands on his napkin and took Amy's hand in his own.

Molly grabbed Ren's hand and Sarah's hand.

The two siblings sat there awkwardly as Wesley prayed.

"Most gracious heavenly Father, we ask you to bless this food, nourishment of our body and greater strength for Thy good. Help us be ever mindful of the needs of others. Amen!"

Molly murmured a soft 'amen' under her breath.

"Molly, ain't you awfully hot in that, darlin'?" Lulu asked.

Molly shook her head and tugged her hoodie closer to her body. She ate a few bites of food before pushing her plate away.

"Are you sure you got enough?" Lulu asked.

Molly nodded.

"She ate on the bus," Ren lied for her.

"Oh, okay. Well I'll put it in the fridge for you later, okay?"

"Thank you, Lulu."

Molly reached over and squeezed Ren's hand in thanks.

Ren looked at her and gave her hand a squeeze back.

After dinner, Wesley showed them to their room. The Warnicker house was small enough with four people, let alone six.

"This used to be my office, but Lulu fixed her up for you. It's got all the essentials...water, power, bed. We figured you two wouldn't mind sharing a bedroom."

Molly and Ren had shared a bedroom for as long as they could remember. They were also closer than brother and sister. They were best friends.

"Look, I appreciate what you've done here. Taking us in and all. There, at the end, the money you sent us...it really helped," Ren told him.

Molly nodded in agreement.

"I wish I could have done more," Wesley said, "Now look, there's rules in my house. They're not written down, they're just common sense. Do your schoolwork. Don't stay out late, that's not just my rule, that's the law. And, uh, don't give people attitude. This ain't Boston."

"I really wanna pull my own weight around here. You know, cooking meals, getting work, helping out and Molly can babysit the girls whenever you want. She loves kids."

"My buddy, Andy Beamis runs a cotton gin up on Chulahoma. He said you can start in the middle of next week."

"Couldn't I work at the car lot with you? I'm good with engines, oil changes. That's how I made money back home."

"In this economy, that's the best I got. I suggest you learn to love it. Come on."

Ren and Wesley left the room.

"How am I supposed to get to work and school? You got subways out here in Mayberry?" Ren asked.

"There's that Yankee sarcasm I've been hearing about. Wish it were funnier. Okay. You say you're good with engines? I'll make you a deal. If you can get this baby running, she's all yours." Wesley pulled a tarp off a yellow Volkswagen Bug.

"This?"

"That's a bad-ass car, boy."

Molly wouldn't call it bad-ass, but it sure was adorable.

Ren pulled on the passenger door, but it didn't open.

"Okay. Okay. The door sticks and the gas pedal's missing. Hey, it's a fixer-upper." Wesley left Ren to his own devices.

Molly patted her brother on the shoulder. "You can do it, Riri."

"Thanks, Mols. Why don't you go unpack and relax?"

Molly left her brother to tinker on his car and went back to their bedroom. A few hours later, Molly heard loud music as Ren drove out of the garage. "Holy shit," she breathed. He'd actually done it.

Unfortunately for Ren, he came back to the house with a ticket.

Later that night, once everyone had gone to bed, Molly went into the kitchen and grabbed her dinner. She took it out on the front porch and nibbled on it while she listened to the cicadas and crickets. She knew Ren missed the city life, but she could see herself being happy here.