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

like his hand being on my back but I let

all going

wondered, looking up

before he goes to

informed, gently pushing

him outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning

unlock on his keys, the car beeped

kind of car do

looking at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

opening the

get your cute self in the car,

He insisted.

made the

Rylan, you need to stop with the nicknames, I told him, not

"I could."

He stated.

be

smirked at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall

knots in my stomach as

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

your uhh how's your

me out

lost in my own thoughts way

hiding bruises that were all

"Good and getting better"

looked over at

eyebrows were furrowed, focusing on

have to pretend to be okay around me,

He started.

right through

over at me,

will go away, but the

felt his hand came

and painful but most

twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s

saying just want I needed to hear, even if I

at our hands and smiled to himself like a small boy who

say "Where you are wounded is the place the

I guess kind of

I told him.

snapped his head

first time I've heard you talk about

He pointed out.