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.

self-conscious, so I decided to focus on my

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

wrap around couch, with uncomfortable looking decorative pillows placed accordingly

a huge maroon-colored rug, that covered over the dark wooden floor, and a glass coffee

even had a large widescreen

the wall, right in front of the

foster kids scattered on the walls and on top

I 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

look above me to see a large, expensive-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling when

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

behind her to see a large staircase leading upstairs,

behind her leading to god

could look now was to my right, which was

in it because of all the people, that I have yet to notice

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,

kitchen one more time, still searching for answers when my eyes landed on the person in the back of the room sending

brown, almost black hair that was perfectly

gave

wearing a black leather jacket

caught him glaring at me he looked away with a dirty look on

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

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

Wyatt, and

eyes away from the gorgeous,

my attention to the bubbly blonde boy in front of

Kina with the blonde hair

unless it's

boy from behind

me

boy on his

eyes and turned

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

told me, grabbing his

boyish features, with shaggy brown hair and

that he was the oldest at nineteen, which was strange because usually, foster kids leave

little

couch, I also remember reading in the

"Hi."

waving at

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

they were Cuban or some

to me and gave mea hug.I squirmed awkwardly in her

prayed for him

of course, he just stood there

going to be

She told me.

smile at her, just to show I wasn't

Being nice is exhausting.

the jackass in

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

antsy, I felt like a young child being scrutinized for doing something wrong and not have a damn clue what in the hell

"I'm leaving.

exiting the kitchen and

smooth and

I furrowed my brows.

is his problem? "Don't worry about him; Rylan reassured me, probably noticing

I'm not; I

don't you take Mia up to

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

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

Rose mother too? She allows her foster kids to call her mom? I looked over at Rose to see

How strange.

Camila told

obeyed and followed behind her as we went up to the second and then Passed the second floor

this is

everyone else, all the other rooms on the lower levels

She told me.

do with whatever

Rylan, and Wyatt's bedrooms are all on

and I rooms are on the second floor, along with Phoenix,

Phoenix is usually downstairs in Wyatt's room and Kina and Indy share

I didn't mind being

this floor so you'll have

She continued on.

"Axel's room is

sure

"Yup."

said again, nodding her

Great.

he likes me too much;

it personal Mia,

sadly at

I thought I

keep that in mind?

is the white door on the right, Kina, Indy and I put some clothes in the closet for you; Camila told me, pointing at the

"Thank you,"

suddenly

anything I'll be

said walking down the

Finally, time to myself.

the door to my new room and gasped, it was

first thing that caught my attention was the

directly the in center of the room and underneath it was a

had bookcases built into the wall, already filled

right of the room and saw the huge bed, I've never

on the bed matched the cushions on the bench, the lilac color went well with the white walls and

desk with a computer and a radio sitting on

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

the bookcases

is

to Stephen King and even John

to add my journal to the bookcase, I took out the picture of my mother and sat it on the table by

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

stared down at

over her shoulders, and her eyes held so much happiness in

doesn't feel like

much; I

"Mia?"

called out, knocking on the

is it now? I don't

"Come in.

I sighed out.