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"

hand

really like his hand being on my back but

all going

looking

he goes to work and

pushing me out

him outside to the driveway, the

unlock on his keys, the car beeped indicating it

car do

at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

answered, opening the passenger

your cute self in the car,

He insisted.

climb in, the black leather seats made the

need to stop with the nicknames, I told

"I could."

He stated.

would be the

me and started the

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

lam Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and

my stomach

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 how's your

asked bringing me out of

get lost in my own thoughts way too

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

"Good and getting better"

looked over

focusing on the road

to be okay around me,

He started.

see right through

looked back over at me, his hazel

go away, but

jumped slightly when I felt his hand came down

bruises were ugly and painful but most importantly, they were more

my hand

has a way of saying just want I needed

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

to say "Where you are wounded is the

guess kind of

I told him.

snapped his

first time I've heard you talk

He pointed out.