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

is was I presume to be the living room, it

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

that covered over the dark wooden floor, and a glass coffee table

had a

wall, right

was shocked when I saw framed pictures of Rose's foster kids scattered

when they are going to adopt them or to trick social workers into believing

chandelier hanging from the ceiling when you first directly walk into the house, I would hate to

and accidentally made eye contact with Kina, who was still standing in front of

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

was also a hallway behind her leading to god knows

look now was

because of all the people, that I have yet to

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

around me was looking 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

black hair that was perfectly placed on his

brown eyes gave

wearing a black leather jacket that basically screamed

glaring at me he looked

already knew that I needed to stay as far away

long gone, I'm more focused on getting my life back together, and so far it’s

and you're

tore my eyes away from the

attention to the bubbly blonde

strangely looked similar to Kina with the blonde hair and

flirting, unless

boy from behind

hush, let me

the boy on his stomach

rolled his eyes and turned

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

told me, grabbing

with shaggy brown hair and

oldest at nineteen, which was strange because

little

a girl seated on the couch, I also remember reading in the file

"Hi."

said, waving

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

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

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

and silently prayed for him to get

stood there and

to be great friends, I can

She told me.

forced a smile at her, just to show I

Being nice is exhausting.

jackass in the

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

a young child being scrutinized

"I'm leaving.

the kitchen and running up

was smooth and hard,

I furrowed my brows.

"Don't worry about

I'm not;

take Mia up

sweet and soft yet strong and assertive,

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

I looked over at Rose to see her reaction and but she just smiles

How strange.

me? Camila

as we went up to the second and then Passed the second

is a

away from everyone else, all the other rooms on

She told me.

with whatever I get;

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

on the second floor, along

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

didn't mind being away from

and you are the only ones on this floor so you'll

She continued on.

what? "Axel's room is

her, making sure I

"Yup."

said again, nodding

Great.

he likes me too much;

take it personal Mia, Axel doesn't like

sadly

I thought I was

keep that in

door on the right, Kina, Indy and I put

"Thank you,"

said, suddenly

need anything I'll

walking down

Finally, time to myself.

breath and opened the door to my new room and

first thing that caught my attention was the huge

of the room and underneath it was a bench with three light

the window, it had bookcases built into the

looked to the right of the room and saw the huge bed,

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

was a desk with a computer and a radio

the left of the room was a white dresser with a tv sitting

bookcases and ran

these books is had really good taste in

from J.K Rowling to Stephen King and even John

the bookcase, I took out the picture of my mother and sat it on

my book out and chance anyone seeing it or worse,

stared down at

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

feel like

miss you so much; I whispered to

"Mia?"

called out, knocking on

is it now? I don't really want to be

"Come in.

I sighed out.