Mated With Five Boys

"The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master"- Sophie Swetchine

Sometimes I see people as colors.

For example, when I look at Wyatt I see stars, energy, I see happiness, I see yellow.

But when I look at Angelo, I see navy blue, maybe that's because he has such a calming effect on the people around him, but yet there is this dark depressed cloud that lingers over him.

When I first met Rylan at the airport the youthful and adventurous vibe that leaks out of him screamed orange, kind of like a sunset or a bonfire.

As I talked to Camila on my first day I moved in I decided she was red, but not any type of red, she was a fiery red.

The type of red that was filled with passion and excitement.

While Indy, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, she was simplistic, innocent, pure even.

She was white.

When I see Phoenix I think of brown, not a dirty brown but more of a warm, wholesome brown.

And with Kina I see a wine colored purple, the girl just looked like royalty ran in her veins.

But as I looked across the kitchen table at Axel, I didn't see just one color.

I saw them all.

I looked at him inquisitively, how is that even possible? I watched the colors fly around him, getting lost in them.

How could one person be more than one color? "Are you nervous for your first day?"

Rylan whispered next to me, he probably noticed my dazed state.

"No, not really’ I told him.

"I'm used to it by now."

I continued.

Which for the record, was a lie.

I was extremely nervous but I didn't want to worry him.

"Good, you shouldn't be."

He sent me a boyish smile that made me swoon a tiny bit on the inside.

Why am I like this? "I'm going to school, Axel grumbled, getting up from the table, and putting his bowl that he was just eating cereal out of into the sink and walked out the front door.

I still have yet to decide what color he was.

"We should probably be going too, we wouldn't our dear Mia being late her first day now would we?"

Wyatt said grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulders.

"T'll take you to school"

me, placing his hand in the middle

like his hand being on my back but I let it

all going to fit in your

wondered, looking up to

Indy to school before he goes to work and

gently pushing me out the

to the driveway, the chilly Colorado

Rylan pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped indicating

of car do you

at the

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

get your cute self

He insisted.

black leather seats made the car look even

with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

be the

at me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

the tall trees and grass were passing us in a

my stomach as I

and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the

your uhh how's your

me

in my own thoughts

looked down at to the grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different stages of the

"Good and getting better"

looked over at

focusing on the road

pretend to be okay around

He started.

right

looked back over at me, his hazel eye boring

cuts and bruises will go away, but

jumped slightly when I felt his hand came

were ugly and painful but most importantly, they were more than just skin

surprised myself by twisting my hand and

way of saying just want I needed to hear, even if I didn't

smiled to himself like

say "Where you are wounded is the place the

guess kind of always

I told him.

snapped his head towards

I've heard

He pointed out.