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 of

just nodded my head, I didn't really like his hand being on

going to fit in

looking up

and Indy to school before he goes to work

pushing me

the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against

unlock on his keys, the car beeped indicating

of car do you

at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

your cute self

He insisted.

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

need to stop with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

where would be the fun in

me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

out the window the tall

form knots in my stomach

and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being the new

uhh

asked bringing me

in my own

grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all

"Good and getting better"

over at

eyebrows were furrowed, focusing on the road

don't have to pretend to be okay around me,

He started.

see right through it

at me, his

away,

felt his hand came

but most importantly,

by twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

saying just want I needed to hear, even if I didn't want

and smiled to himself like a small boy who had

are wounded is the place the

kind of

I told him.

his head towards

first time I've heard

He pointed out.