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

my head, I didn't really like his hand

are we all going

wondered, looking up

he

gently pushing me out

driveway, the

as Rylan pushed unlock on his keys, the car

car do you

him, looking at the white car in

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the

get your cute self

He insisted.

climb in, the black leather seats made the car look even more boujee

stop with the

"I could."

He stated.

would be the

at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

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

in my stomach as I thought about arriving

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

your uhh

bringing me out

in my own thoughts way too

looked down at to the grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises

"Good and getting better"

over

eyebrows were furrowed, focusing

don't have to pretend to

He started.

right through

at me, his hazel eye boring into

away, but the scars will always

I felt his hand came down

were ugly and painful but most importantly, they were

hand and encases Rylan’s

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

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

to say "Where you are

guess kind of always believed

I told him.

snapped his head towards

time I've heard you talk

He pointed out.