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"

his hand

didn't really like his hand being on

going to fit

wondered, looking up

school before he goes to

pushing me out

the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against my

pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped

kind of car do

looking at the

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the passenger

cute self in the

He insisted.

in, the black leather seats made the car look even more boujee than

with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun

smirked at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

the window the

my stomach as

I've been in and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being

your uhh how's

asked bringing me out of

my own

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

"Good and getting better"

over

focusing on

to be okay around me,

He started.

right

over at me, his hazel eye boring into

bruises will go away, but

when I felt his hand came down over

and painful but

by twisting my hand and

saying just want I needed to hear, even if I didn't want

like a small boy who had

to say "Where you are wounded is the

kind of always believed

I told him.

his head

first time I've heard

He pointed out.