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 middle of my

like his hand being on

we all going to fit

wondered, looking up

he goes to work

gently pushing me

driveway, the chilly Colorado morning

pushed unlock on his

kind of car do you

looking at the white car in

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger side

get your cute self in the car,

He insisted.

seats made the car look even more boujee than it did

with the

"I could."

He stated.

be

at me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

course lam Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and grass

form knots in my stomach as

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

uhh

bringing me out of

get lost in my own thoughts

was hiding

"Good and getting better"

looked over at

furrowed, focusing on the road

have to pretend to be okay around

He started.

right through it

at me,

away,

when I felt his hand came

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

myself by twisting my hand

just want I needed to hear, even if

himself like a small boy who had

are wounded is the place the Light

I guess kind of

I told him.

snapped his

I've heard you

He pointed out.