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.

make feel self-conscious, so I decided to

I presume to be the living room, it was quite pretty

wrap around couch, with uncomfortable looking decorative pillows

over the dark wooden floor, and a glass coffee table

had a large

right in front of

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

ever saw foster parents put pictures up of the kids is when they are going to adopt them or to trick social workers into believing they give a rat

ceiling when you first directly walk into the house, I would hate to see the price tag

back down and accidentally made eye contact with Kina, who was

large

a hallway behind her leading

place I could look now was

the people, that I have yet to notice their existence, were standing

and fridge and even has it's own 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 people, now finally noticing their existence, trying to find the culprit of the

at me with friendly smiles washed across their faces and curious looks in their eyes, so where was this feeling coming from? I gazed across the kitchen one more time, still searching for answers when my eyes landed on the

hair that was perfectly placed

brown eyes gave him a dangerous

was wearing a black leather jacket that

saw I caught him glaring at me he looked away with

knew that I needed to stay as far away from

rebel days were long gone, I'm more focused on getting my life back together, and

Wyatt, and

my eyes away from the gorgeous, yet

my attention to the bubbly blonde boy in front

with the

flirting, unless it's with

another boy

me have some

the boy

his eyes and

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

grabbing his boyfriend's

shaggy brown hair and

I remember from the file that he was the oldest at nineteen, which was strange because usually, foster kids leave

my little sister,

also remember reading in the file that Indy was the youngest at

"Hi."

said, waving at

head was already spinning from the information and new faces, and from the boy in the kitchen."That's Angelo and his

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

nice to meet you,’ Angelo said, while Camila walked up to me and gave mea hug.I squirmed awkwardly in her

and silently prayed for him to get her

just stood there and watched, smirking to himself

going to be

She told me.

smile at her, just to show I

Being nice is exhausting.

the jackass in the

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

I felt like a young child being scrutinized for doing something wrong and not have a damn clue

"I'm leaving.

Axel said, exiting the kitchen

smooth and

I furrowed my brows.

"Don't worry about him; Rylan reassured

worry, I'm not; I

Mia up to

Rose spoke, her voice was sweet and soft yet strong

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

She allows her foster kids to call her mom? I looked

How strange.

me? Camila

as we went up to the second and then Passed the

this is

your room is so far away from everyone else, all the other rooms on the

She told me.

whatever I get; I

case you're curious, Rose, Rylan, and Wyatt's

I rooms are on the second floor, along with

Phoenix is usually downstairs in Wyatt's room

mind being away

the only ones on this floor so you'll have a lot of privacy, plus

She continued on.

what? "Axel's room is

making sure I heard her

"Yup."

again, nodding her

Great.

he likes me too much;

take it personal Mia,

smiled sadly

thought

keep that in mind?

the right, Kina, Indy and I put some clothes in the closet for you; Camila

"Thank you,"

suddenly feeling

you need anything I'll be

said walking down the

Finally, time to myself.

breath and opened the door to my new room

that caught my attention was

underneath it was a bench with three light purple cushions and

bookcases built

room and saw the huge bed, I've never had a bed this big

on the bench, the lilac color went well with the white walls

the corner of the room was a desk with a computer and a radio

with a tv sitting on top of it

of the bookcases and ran

owner of these books is had really good taste

to Stephen

took out the picture of my mother and sat it on the table by

my book out and chance anyone seeing it or worse, reading

stared down

brown hair was laying effortlessly over her shoulders, and her eyes held so much happiness in

feel like

you so much;

"Mia?"

knocking

hell is it now? I don't really want

"Come in.

I sighed out.