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

be the living room, it was

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

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

even had a

on the wall, right in

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

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

decided to look above me to see a large, expensive-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling when you first directly walk into the house, I would

accidentally made eye contact with Kina, who was still standing

ignored it and looked behind her to see a large staircase leading

hallway behind her leading to god

could look now was to

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

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

gazed across the kitchen one more time, still searching for answers when my eyes landed on the person in the back of the room sending death glares towards me

brown, almost black hair that was perfectly

brown eyes gave him a

a black leather jacket

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

that I needed to stay

getting my life back together, and

Wyatt, and you're

away from

bubbly blonde boy in

Kina with the blonde hair

flirting, unless it's with

boy from behind

me have

boy on his stomach

eyes

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

me, grabbing his

boyish features, with shaggy brown hair and

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

my little

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

"Hi."

waving at

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

they were Cuban or

walked up to me and gave mea hug.I

and silently prayed

there

are going to be great friends, I

She told me.

a smile at her, just

Being nice is exhausting.

the jackass in the

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

a young child being

"I'm leaving.

the kitchen and

was smooth and hard,

I furrowed my brows.

problem? "Don't worry about him; Rylan reassured

I'm not;

you take Mia up to her

sweet and soft yet strong and assertive, which

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

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

How strange.

me? Camila told

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

Jesus this is a lot of

so far away from everyone else, all the other

She told me.

with whatever I

and Wyatt's bedrooms

the second floor, along with Phoenix, Kina, and

downstairs in Wyatt's room and Kina and

didn't mind being away from

you are the only ones on this

She continued on.

what? "Axel's room is

sure I heard her

"Yup."

said again, nodding her

Great.

he likes me too much;

it personal Mia, Axel doesn't like

sadly

thought

in mind?

room is the white door on the right, Kina, Indy and I put some clothes

"Thank you,"

suddenly feeling

need anything I'll be

walking

Finally, time to myself.

let out a deep breath and opened the door to my new room and

that caught my attention was the huge bay

center of the room and underneath it was a bench with three light purple cushions and matching

it had bookcases built into the wall, already filled

to the right of the room and saw the huge bed, I've never had a bed this

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

of the room was a desk

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

one of the bookcases and

owner of these books is had really

to Stephen King and

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

and chance anyone seeing

stared down at

over her shoulders, and her eyes held

feel like it's been

miss you so much;

"Mia?"

called out, knocking on

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

"Come in.

I sighed out.