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

really like his hand being on my back but I let it

are we all going

wondered, looking

Wyatt and Indy to school before he

pushing me

to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against

on his keys, the car

of car do

looking at the white car in

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

your cute self

He insisted.

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

to stop with the

"I could."

He stated.

where would be the

at me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

window the tall trees and grass were passing us in a green

stomach as I thought about

been in and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension

your uhh

me out

lost in my own thoughts way

was hiding bruises that

"Good and getting better"

looked over

focusing on

to pretend to be okay

He started.

can see right

me, his hazel eye

cuts and bruises will go away, but the scars

when I felt his hand came

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

my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

want I needed to hear,

himself like a small boy who had won a

are wounded is the place the Light

guess kind of always believed

I told him.

snapped his head

heard you talk about

He pointed out.