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

I didn't really like his hand being on

all going to fit

wondered, looking up to

before he goes to work

informed, gently pushing

followed him outside to the driveway, the chilly

unlock on his keys, the car

car

asked him, looking at the white car in front

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

the passenger side

self in

He insisted.

seats made the car look

you need to stop with the nicknames, I told him,

"I could."

He stated.

where would be the fun

at me and started

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

out the window the tall trees and grass

felt the anxiety form knots in my stomach as I thought about arriving at this new

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

your uhh

asked bringing me out of

get lost in my own thoughts

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

"Good and getting better"

over at

furrowed, focusing

to be

He started.

see right

over at me, his hazel

go away, but the

jumped slightly when I felt his

bruises were ugly and painful but most importantly, they

twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands in

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

hands and smiled to himself like a small boy who had won a prize at

you are

guess kind of always

I told him.

his

I've heard you talk about

He pointed out.