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 middle

like his hand being on my back but I let it

are we all going

looking up

before he goes to work and

pushing me out

followed him outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking

pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped

kind of car do

him, looking at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger side

self in the

He insisted.

black leather seats made the car look even more

you need to stop with the nicknames, I

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun

at me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

course lam Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the

felt the anxiety form knots in my stomach as I thought about arriving

of schools, but it doesn't change the

uhh how's your

me out of

get lost in my own thoughts

hiding bruises that were all in different stages of

"Good and getting better"

looked over

were furrowed, focusing on the

pretend to be okay

He started.

can see right through

looked back over at me, his hazel

will go away, but the scars

felt his

but most importantly, they were more than

twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

I needed to hear, even if I

himself like a small boy who had won a

"Where you are wounded is the place the

kind of always

I told him.

his

the first time I've heard you talk

He pointed out.