Mated With Five Boys

"We need never be ashamed of our tears"- Charles Dickens

"Come on Mia, you can't stay out here forever! It's getting dark outside!® Rylan keeps insisting I go inside but I feel way more comfortable sitting out here on the porch step, where I don't have to meet a bunch of new people.

I don't understand why I'm so nervous about going inside, I've done this a thousand times.

But for some reason, this time just feels different.

I saw from the corner of my eye as Rylan scooted closer to me on the wooden steps we were sitting on, which made me uncomfortable.

I awkwardly cleared my throat and pulled his jacket, that I was still wearing, tighter around my body.

Personal space bud, look it up.

"Mia, just tell me what's on your mind."

He sighs out.

Even if I did know why I didn't want to go in that house, I still wouldn't have told him.

"Please, just let me help you"

He practically pleaded with me.

I glance over at him not convinced he actually cared about what I had to say, he was probably just tired of dealing with me.

But the look of genuine concern on his face somehow changed my mind.

Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to open up to Rylan? I guess I should have a little faith in him.

He did save me from becoming roadkill at the airport.

"What if they don’t like me?"

I whispered, looking down at the concrete, avoiding eye contact with him "That's it! We are going in.Stand up, Mia"

Rylan reached down and grabbing my hands forcing me to stand up.

Which I didn’t appreciate.

"I can stand up by myself, I grumbled, ripping my hands from his.Rylan just threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

I turned to stare at the door.

I hate being the new kid at a foster home, everyone is always so curious about you, wanting to know your whole life in one day.

I'm just not ready for all of that.

"Hey, look at me."

Rylan softly demanded.

I slowly looked up at him.

"You don't have anything to worry about here, everyone's going to love you, Mia"

His warms eyes almost convinced that what he said was true.

"And If you're not comfortable with going inside yet then okay, we won't.

Whenever you're ready Mia, even if we have to sit out here all night, so be it"

Rylan continued.

I quickly swallowed and looked away from him.

Why is he being so nice? What does he want from me? "No, just give me a minute,’ I told him.

"I think she’s coming in Ma!"

spoke a voice behind the curtain of the window by the porch.

"Shhhh she going to hear you, dummy!"

Another voice whispered.

"Wyatt, Camila! Stop spying on the poor girl"

Rylan shouted, laughing at them.

"I think I'm ready."

I decided.

I just want to get this over with.

"After you madam, lead the way"

Rylan bowed.

"You're so weird,’ I noted out loud.

"You'll learn to love it."

He winked playfully at me.

He started laughing we he saw me roll my eyes at his obvious flirting.

I took a deep breath and opened the front door.

I barely made it a foot inside when I was embraced.

The sudden action shocked me making my whole body tense up.

But when I realized the person wasn't trying to hurt me but was actually hugging me, my body relaxed slightly.

I'm not much of a hugger or even a toucher for that matter.

The overly excited girl finally pulled away but kept me in an arms distance from her.

She had long dirty blonde hair that went way past her shoulders and bright sky blue eyes.

She was very pretty.

"I'm Kina’ She said, beaming at me.

"Mia; I replied back, smiling lightly so she didn't think I was being rude.

She was very friendly, almost too friendly if you'd ask me.

I looked around the room, everywhere I looked there were already a pair of eyes already on me, which didn't help my anxiousness at all.

The once spacious room didn't feel as big anymore.

You know that one scene in Indiana Jones where they are trapped in the room filled with spikes and then suddenly the walls are to coming in on them? Well, that's how I feel right about now.

Okay, maybe that was a little over dramatic but, the point still remains.

to make feel self-conscious, so I decided to focus

left is was I presume to be the living room, it

was a massive, brown wrap around couch, with uncomfortable looking decorative pillows placed

huge maroon-colored rug, that covered over the dark

had a large widescreen

right in front of

framed pictures of Rose's foster kids scattered on the walls and on top

are going to adopt them or to trick social workers into believing they give a rat ass

decided to look above me to see a large, expensive-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling when you first directly walk into the house,

then brought my eyes back down and accidentally made eye contact with Kina, who was still

it and looked behind her to see a large staircase leading upstairs, it was nothing

also a hallway behind her leading to god

only other place I could look now

in it because of all the people, that I have yet to notice their existence, were standing in

water and ice dispenser? As I was looking around the house I couldn't shake the feeling of a burning gaze on me and it was starting to make me uncomfortable, I scanned through the small group of

was this feeling coming from? I gazed across the kitchen one more time, still searching for answers when my eyes landed on the person in

hair that was perfectly placed

eyes gave him a

wearing a black leather jacket that basically screamed

I caught him glaring at me he

type, and I already knew that I needed to stay as far away

more focused on getting my life

and you're

away from the gorgeous, yet

attention to the bubbly blonde boy in front

Kina with the blonde

flirting, unless it's

boy from behind

hush, let me have some

patting the boy on his stomach

rolled his eyes and turned

"I'm Phoenix, Wyatt's boyfriend."

told me, grabbing his boyfriend's

shaggy brown hair and chocolate

from the file that he was the oldest at nineteen, which was strange because usually, foster

little

remember reading in the file that Indy was the youngest

"Hi."

said, waving

new faces, and from the boy in

to the siblings, I'm pretty sure they were Cuban or some kind

Angelo said, while Camila walked up to me and gave mea hug.I squirmed awkwardly in her arms, I

silently prayed for him to get her

just stood there and watched, smirking to

going to be

She told me.

forced a smile at her, just to

Being nice is exhausting.

the jackass in the

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

made me antsy, I felt like a young child being

"I'm leaving.

the kitchen and

smooth and hard, emotionless

I furrowed my brows.

problem? "Don't worry about him; Rylan reassured

worry, I'm not;

don't you take Mia up to her room,’

was sweet and soft yet strong and assertive, which matched her personality

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

mom? I looked over at Rose to see

How strange.

Camila

to the second and then Passed the second floor and up to

Jesus this is a

far away from everyone else, all the other rooms on the lower levels

She told me.

whatever I get; I

Rylan, and Wyatt's bedrooms are all on the first

brother and I rooms are on the second floor, along

in Wyatt's room

mind

the only ones on this floor

She continued on.

what? "Axel's room is

asked her, making sure I heard her

"Yup."

again, nodding

Great.

don't think he likes me too much;

Mia, Axel

sadly

thought I was

in

the right, Kina, Indy and I put some clothes in

"Thank you,"

suddenly feeling

you need anything I'll

walking down

Finally, time to myself.

door to my new room and gasped, it

that caught my attention was the huge

room and underneath it was a bench with three light purple cushions and matching pillows on the side of

window, it had bookcases built into the wall, already

then looked to the right of the room and saw the huge

matched the cushions on the bench, the

a desk with a computer and

the room was a white dresser with a tv sitting on top of it and off to the side

of the bookcases and ran my

of these books is had really good taste in

from J.K Rowling to Stephen King and

journal to the bookcase, I took out the picture of my mother and sat

and chance anyone

stared down at the

was laying effortlessly over her shoulders, and her

feel like it's been 10

miss you so much; I whispered

"Mia?"

knocking

I don't really want to be

"Come in.

I sighed out.