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

is was I presume to be the living room,

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

was also a huge maroon-colored rug, that covered over the dark wooden floor,

a large

right in front

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

time I ever saw foster parents put pictures up of the kids is when they are going to adopt them

me to see a large, expensive-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling when you first directly walk

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

a large staircase

also a hallway behind her leading to god knows

place I could look now was to my right,

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

the really fancy one, with the side by side freezer 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

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

dark brown, almost black hair that was perfectly placed on

dark brown eyes gave him a dangerous

a black leather jacket that basically screamed

saw I caught him glaring at me he looked away with

already knew that I needed to

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

Wyatt, and

my eyes away from the

attention to the bubbly

to Kina with the blonde

flirting, unless it's

another boy from behind

let me have

patting the boy on his stomach

just rolled his eyes and

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

me, grabbing his boyfriend's

boyish features, with shaggy brown

was the oldest at nineteen, which was strange because usually,

little

seated on the couch, I also remember reading in the file that Indy was

"Hi."

waving at

already spinning from the information and new faces, and from the boy in the

I'm pretty sure they were Cuban or some

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

and silently prayed for him to get

course, he just stood there and watched, smirking to

to be great friends, I

She told me.

a smile at her, just

Being nice is exhausting.

in the kitchen is

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

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

"I'm leaving.

said, exiting the kitchen and running

voice was smooth

I furrowed my brows.

about him; Rylan reassured

worry, I'm not; I

why don't you take Mia

Rose spoke, her voice was sweet and soft

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

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

How strange.

me? Camila told

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

is a lot of

far away from everyone else, all the

She told me.

 make do with whatever I get; I

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

on the second

downstairs in Wyatt's room and Kina

mind

this floor

She continued on.

"Axel's room is

her, making sure I

"Yup."

again, nodding her

Great.

likes me

it personal Mia, Axel

smiled sadly at

I thought I was

keep that in mind?

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

"Thank you,"

suddenly

you need anything

said walking down

Finally, time to myself.

opened the door to my new room

my attention

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

the window, it had bookcases built into the

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

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

the room was a desk with a computer and a

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

to one of the bookcases and ran my fingers

the owner of these books is had really good taste in

Rowling to Stephen King and even

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

my book out and

stared down at

mother's light brown hair was laying effortlessly over her shoulders, and

feel like it's

you so much; I whispered

"Mia?"

knocking

is it now? I don't really want

"Come in.

I sighed out.