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

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

going to fit in

wondered, looking up to

before he goes

pushing me

him outside to the driveway, the chilly Colorado morning wind

his keys, the

kind of car

him, looking at the white car

"It's a Mercedes Coupe"

answered, opening the

your cute self in the

He insisted.

leather seats made the car

Rylan, you need to stop with the nicknames,

"I could."

He stated.

be the fun in

at me and

"guess you're right"

I shrugged, playing along.

course lam Sweet Cheeks’ I looked out the window the tall trees and

the anxiety form knots in my stomach as I thought

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

your uhh how's your

asked bringing me out

my own thoughts way too

that was hiding bruises

"Good and getting better"

over at

furrowed, focusing on the

have to pretend to be

He started.

see right through

over at me, his hazel eye boring

and bruises will go away, but

when I felt his

right, bruises were ugly and painful but

myself by twisting my hand and encases Rylan’s hands

want I needed to hear, even

hands and smiled to himself like a small boy

"Where you are wounded is the place the Light

I guess kind of always believed

I told him.

snapped his head

time I've heard you

He pointed out.