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 in the middle of

head, I didn't really like his hand being

we all going

looking up to

school before he goes to

pushing me out the

followed him outside to the driveway, the chilly

his keys,

kind of car do you

asked him, looking at the white

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger

cute self in

He insisted.

the car look even more boujee than

need to stop with the nicknames, I

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun

smirked at me

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and grass were

form knots in my stomach as I

last ten years I've been in and out countless amounts of schools, but it doesn't change the

your uhh how's your

bringing me out of

my own thoughts way

grey sweater sleeve that was hiding bruises that were all in different

"Good and getting better"

over

furrowed, focusing

pretend to

He started.

right through it

at me, his hazel eye boring into

cuts and bruises will go away, but the scars

slightly when I felt his hand came

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

my hand and encases

just want I needed to hear, even if I

looked down at our hands and smiled to himself like a

are wounded is the

guess kind of always

I told him.

snapped his head

first time I've heard you talk about your

He pointed out.