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"

informed me, placing his hand in the middle of my

I didn't really like his hand

are we all going to fit

wondered, looking up to

he goes to work

informed, gently pushing me

driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind

on his

of car do

looking at the white car in

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

answered, opening the passenger side

self in the car,

He insisted.

the black leather seats made the car

Rylan, you need to stop with

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun in

smirked at me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and grass were

stomach as I thought about arriving

but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being the new kid

uhh how's your

asked bringing me out

get lost in my own thoughts way

was hiding

"Good and getting better"

over

were furrowed, focusing on the road

to be okay around me,

He started.

see right through

at me,

bruises will go away, but the scars will always

when I felt his hand came down

were ugly and painful but most

myself by twisting my hand and encases

want I needed to hear,

and smiled to himself like a small boy who had won

are wounded is

guess kind of always believed

I told him.

his head towards

first time I've heard you talk about your

He pointed out.