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"

placing his hand in the

his hand being

we all going to fit in your

wondered, looking up to

before he goes

gently pushing

to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against my

unlock on his keys,

kind of car do

at the white car in

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the

self

He insisted.

the black leather seats made the car look even more boujee

you need to stop with

"I could."

He stated.

would be the fun

me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

lam Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the

anxiety form knots in my stomach as I thought about arriving at

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

uhh

asked bringing me out of

in my own

grey sweater sleeve that was hiding

"Good and getting better"

over at

focusing

don't have to pretend to

He started.

can see right through it

over at me, his hazel eye boring into

go away, but the scars

slightly when I felt his hand came

painful but

by twisting my hand

just want I needed to hear, even if

hands and smiled to himself like a small boy who had won a

to say "Where you are wounded is the place

I guess kind of

I told him.

snapped his head

the first time I've heard you

He pointed out.