Mated With Five Boys

Chapter 7: Colors.

"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"

me, placing his hand in the middle of

like his hand being on my back

all going to fit

wondered, looking

before he goes to work

informed, gently pushing me out the

the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning

pushed unlock on his

car do

the white

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the

self

He insisted.

the car look even more boujee than it

need to stop with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

where would be

at me and started the

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and grass

stomach as I

but it doesn't change

your uhh how's

bringing me out of my

in my own thoughts way too

down at to the grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different stages

"Good and getting better"

over

focusing on the road

to be okay around me,

He started.

see right through it

over at me, his hazel

cuts and bruises will go away,

I felt his hand came down

ugly and painful but most importantly, they were more than just skin

my hand and encases

has a way of saying just want I needed to hear, even if I

himself like a small boy who

to say "Where you are wounded is the place

guess kind

I told him.

snapped his

first time I've heard you talk

He pointed out.

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