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

I didn't really like his hand

going to fit in

wondered, looking up

he

pushing me out

outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind

on his keys, the car beeped indicating it

of car do you

asked him, looking at the white

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

answered, opening the

your cute self in the

He insisted.

seats made the car look even more boujee than

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

"I could."

He stated.

would be the fun in

me and started the

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

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

my stomach

in and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't

your uhh

asked bringing me out of my

lost in my own thoughts

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

"Good and getting better"

looked over

focusing on the road

to be okay around me,

He started.

can see right

back over at me,

cuts and bruises will go away, but the scars

felt his hand came

and painful but most importantly, they

by twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands

a way of saying just want I needed to hear, even

hands and smiled to himself like a small boy who had

to say "Where you are wounded is the

I guess kind of

I told him.

his

time I've heard you talk about your

He pointed out.