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"

his hand in the

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

going to fit in your

looking

and Indy to school before he goes to work and Kina drives the

gently pushing me out

driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against

on his keys, the car beeped

car do

looking at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

answered, opening the

self

He insisted.

climb in, the black leather seats made the

with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

be the

me and started the

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

the window the tall trees and grass were passing us in

stomach as I

of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being the new kid once

your uhh

bringing me

in my

that was hiding bruises that were all in different

"Good and getting better"

over at

furrowed, focusing on the road

pretend to be

He started.

see right through

me, his hazel

cuts and bruises will go away, but the scars

slightly when I felt his hand came down

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

myself by twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

of saying just want I needed to hear, even if I

to himself like a small boy who had won

to say "Where you are wounded is the

guess kind of always believed

I told him.

his head towards

time I've heard you talk

He pointed out.