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

like his hand

are we all going to fit in your

looking up to

to school before he goes to work

gently pushing me

the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against my

on his keys, the

kind of car do you

looking at the white car

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

self in the

He insisted.

black leather seats made the car look even more boujee than it did

Rylan, you need to stop with the nicknames, I told him, not

"I could."

He stated.

where would be

smirked at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

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

stomach as I thought about arriving

ten years I've been in and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being

your uhh how's your

me out of my

lost in my own thoughts way

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

"Good and getting better"

over at

were furrowed, focusing

have to pretend to

He started.

see right

over at me, his hazel

cuts and bruises will go away, but the

when I felt his hand came down over

painful but most importantly,

myself by twisting my hand and encases

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

and smiled to himself like a

used to say "Where you are wounded is the

kind of

I told him.

snapped his head towards

I've heard you

He pointed out.