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 in the middle of

his hand being on my

are we all going

wondered, looking up

before he goes to work

informed, gently pushing me

him outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado

unlock on his keys, the car beeped

car do you

the

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the passenger side

your cute self in

He insisted.

seats made the car look

need to stop with

"I could."

He stated.

be the

me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

looked out the window the tall trees and grass were passing us in

my stomach as

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

uhh

asked bringing me out

get lost in my

sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different stages of

"Good and getting better"

over

furrowed, focusing on

to pretend to be

He started.

see right through

over at me, his hazel eye boring

will go away, but the scars

I felt

right, bruises were ugly and painful but most importantly,

twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

want I needed to

and smiled to himself like

mother used to say "Where you are wounded is

I guess kind of always believed

I told him.

snapped his head towards

first time I've heard you

He pointed out.