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

his hand being on

going to

looking up

Indy to school before he goes to

informed, gently pushing me

him outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind smacking against

Rylan pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped

kind of car

the white

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the passenger

cute self in the

He insisted.

seats made the car look even more

stop with the nicknames, I told him, not

"I could."

He stated.

where would be

at me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

window the tall trees and grass were passing us in a

in my stomach as I thought

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

your uhh how's your

bringing me out of

my

sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different stages of the healing

"Good and getting better"

looked over at

focusing on

to pretend to be

He started.

right through it

over at me, his hazel eye boring into

will go away, but the scars

I felt

were ugly and painful but

surprised myself by twisting my hand and

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

at our hands and smiled to himself like a small boy

to say "Where you are wounded is the place

kind of

I told him.

snapped his head towards

heard

He pointed out.