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"

hand in the middle of

my head, I didn't really like his hand being on

all going to fit

wondered, looking

before he goes to work and

informed, gently pushing

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

watched as Rylan pushed unlock on his keys, the car beeped indicating it had

car do

him, looking at the

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

cute self in the

He insisted.

the black leather seats made the

to stop with the nicknames, I told him, not

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun

me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

window the

form knots in my stomach as I thought

of schools, but it doesn't change the apprehension I feel about being the new

uhh

asked bringing me out of my

my own thoughts way too

was hiding bruises that

"Good and getting better"

looked over

were furrowed, focusing on the road

have to pretend to be okay around me,

He started.

can see right through it

back over at me, his hazel eye boring

go away, but the scars will

when I felt

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

by twisting my hand

of saying just want I needed to hear,

like a

mother used to say "Where you are wounded is the place the Light

I guess kind of

I told him.

his head towards

the first time I've heard you talk about your

He pointed out.