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

really like his hand being on my back but I let it

we all going to fit

wondered, looking

school before he goes to

pushing me out

to the driveway, the chilly

Rylan pushed unlock on his

kind of car do you

him, looking at the

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the

self

He insisted.

the black leather seats made the car look even more boujee

to stop with the

"I could."

He stated.

where would be the

smirked at me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

the tall trees and grass were passing us in

knots in my stomach

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

your uhh how's your

bringing me out

in my

grey sweater sleeve that was hiding

"Good and getting better"

looked over

were furrowed, focusing on

pretend to

He started.

can see right through

me,

away, but the scars will always

jumped slightly when I felt his

but most importantly, they

twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s

saying just want I needed to

himself like a small boy who had won a prize at the

used to say "Where you are wounded is the place

kind

I told him.

snapped his head

heard

He pointed out.