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

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

couch, with uncomfortable looking decorative pillows placed

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

had a

wall, right in

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

of the kids is when they are going to adopt them or to trick social workers into believing they

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

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

it and looked behind her to see a large

a hallway behind her leading

I could look now was

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

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

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 for answers when my eyes landed on the person in the back of the room sending death glares towards me The boy nearly took

black hair that was perfectly

gave him

a black leather jacket

caught him glaring at me he looked away with a

already knew that I needed to stay as

more focused on getting my life

and

tore my eyes away from

turned my attention to the bubbly blonde boy in front

with the blonde hair

unless it's with

another boy

let me

boy on his stomach

eyes and

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

me, grabbing

features, with shaggy brown hair and chocolate

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

my little sister,

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

"Hi."

said, waving

and new faces, and from the boy

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

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

prayed for him

there and

be great

She told me.

just to show I

Being nice is exhausting.

in

Rylan told me.

"But he's a hardass""

He explained.

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

"I'm leaving.

the kitchen and running up

voice was smooth and

I furrowed my brows.

"Don't worry about him;

I'm not;

why don't you take Mia up to

and soft yet

"Sure thing Ma."

She agreed.

too? She allows her foster kids to call her mom? I looked over at Rose to see her reaction and but she just smiles lovingly

How strange.

me? Camila told

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

this is a lot of

is so far away from everyone else, all the other

She told me.

with whatever I

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

and I rooms are on the second floor,

Wyatt's room and Kina and Indy share a

mind being away from

this floor so you'll have a lot of privacy, plus the

She continued on.

room

asked her, making sure

"Yup."

again,

Great.

likes me too much;

personal Mia,

smiled sadly

I thought

keep that in

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 feeling

anything I'll

said walking

Finally, time to myself.

out a deep breath and opened the door to my new room and gasped, it

that caught my

room and underneath it was a bench with three light

of the window, it had bookcases built into the

saw the huge bed,

the cushions on the bench, the lilac color went

corner of the room was a desk with a computer and a radio sitting on

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

bookcases and ran my

of these books is had

Stephen King and

took out the picture of

to leave my book out and chance anyone seeing it

stared down

effortlessly over her shoulders, and her eyes

doesn't feel like it's

so much;

"Mia?"

called out, knocking on

it now? I don't really

"Come in.

I sighed out.