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

head, I didn't really like his hand being on my back but I

are we all going to fit in

wondered, looking up

Indy to school before he

gently pushing me out

the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against

pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped indicating

car

him, looking at the white car in front of

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the passenger side

get your cute self

He insisted.

seats made the car look even more boujee than it did

with

"I could."

He stated.

would be

me and started the

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and grass were passing us in a

form knots in my stomach

and out countless amounts of schools, but

your uhh how's

me out of

get lost in my own thoughts way

the grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different

"Good and getting better"

over

eyebrows were furrowed, focusing on the

to pretend to be

He started.

see right through it

at me, his hazel

and bruises will go away, but the

when I felt

bruises were ugly and painful but most importantly, they were

my hand and encases Rylan’s

just want I needed to

himself like a small boy who had won a prize at the

mother used to say "Where you are wounded is the place the

I guess kind of always

I told him.

snapped his head

time I've heard you

He pointed out.