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 in

his hand being on

going

wondered, looking

before he goes to work and Kina drives the

informed, gently pushing me

to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking

pushed unlock on his keys, the

of car do you

the white

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the passenger side

self in the

He insisted.

made the car look even more boujee than

to stop with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun in

at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

the tall

my stomach as I thought about arriving at this

schools, but it doesn't change the

uhh

bringing me out of my

in my own thoughts way

was hiding bruises that were all in different stages

"Good and getting better"

over at

were furrowed, focusing on

to pretend to be okay around

He started.

see right through it

at me, his hazel

go away, but the scars will

slightly when I felt

were ugly and painful but most importantly, they were

myself by twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s

of saying just want I needed

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

are wounded is the

guess kind of always

I told him.

his

I've heard you

He pointed out.