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 in the

didn't really like his hand being on my back but I let it

going to fit in your

wondered, looking

before he goes to work

informed, gently pushing me out the

the driveway, the chilly

watched as Rylan pushed unlock on his keys, the

kind of car do

the white car in front of

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

cute self in the

He insisted.

the black leather seats made the car look even more boujee

stop with the nicknames, I told him, not

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun

me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

window the tall trees and grass were passing

knots in my stomach as I thought

ten years I've been in and out countless amounts of schools, but

your uhh how's your

me out of my

in my own thoughts way too

the grey sweater sleeve that was hiding

"Good and getting better"

looked over at

furrowed, focusing on the road

to be

He started.

right through

me, his hazel eye boring into

cuts and bruises will go away, but

when I felt his

bruises were ugly and painful but most importantly,

surprised myself by twisting my hand

a way of saying just want I

himself like a small

you are wounded is

guess kind of always

I told him.

his head towards

time I've heard you talk about

He pointed out.