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.

at me was starting to make feel self-conscious, so

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

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

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

a

wall, right in front

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

only time 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 a rat

when you first directly walk into the house, I would hate to

eyes back down and accidentally made eye contact with Kina,

see a large staircase leading upstairs, it was nothing special,

a hallway behind her leading to god

I could look now was to my right, which was

people, that I have yet

know 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 and it was starting to make me uncomfortable, I scanned

where was this feeling coming from? I gazed across the kitchen one more time, still searching for answers

almost black hair

eyes gave

was wearing a black leather jacket that basically

him glaring at me he looked away with

knew that I needed to stay

on getting my life back together, and so far it’s

and

eyes away from the

to the bubbly blonde boy in front

strangely looked similar to Kina with the blonde

unless

another boy from

let me

boy

just rolled his eyes and turned to

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

told me, grabbing

with shaggy brown hair and

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

little

girl seated on the couch, I also remember reading

"Hi."

waving

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

sure they were

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

Rylan and silently prayed for him to get her

of course, he just stood there and

be

She told me.

at her, just to

Being nice is exhausting.

jackass in the

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

deep stare made me antsy, I felt like a young child being scrutinized for doing something wrong and not have a

"I'm leaving.

Axel said, exiting the kitchen and running

voice was smooth and hard, emotionless

I furrowed my brows.

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

worry, I'm not;

don't you take Mia up

her voice was sweet and

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

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

How strange.

me? Camila told

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

is a

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

She told me.

with whatever I

you're curious, Rose, Rylan, and Wyatt's bedrooms are

I rooms are on the second floor, along with

Wyatt's room and Kina and Indy

I didn't mind being away from

the bright side Axel and you are the only ones on this floor so you'll have a lot of privacy, plus the rooms are

She continued on.

"Axel's room is up

asked her, making sure

"Yup."

again, nodding

Great.

he likes me too much;

take it personal Mia,

smiled sadly at

thought I

keep that in

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

"Thank you,"

said, suddenly

anything

said walking down the

Finally, time to myself.

breath and opened the door to my new room

thing that caught my attention was the huge

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

the window, it had bookcases built

and saw the huge

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

the room was a desk with a computer and

a tv sitting on top of it and off to the

bookcases and ran

these books is had really good

Stephen King and even

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

leave my book out and chance anyone seeing it or

down

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

feel like it's been

miss you so much; I whispered to

"Mia?"

knocking

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

"Come in.

I sighed out.