Falling

“Layla? Is that all?” my boyfriend, Wes, of 2 years asked waking me up from my trance. I nodded, zipping my suitcase closed while mentally checking if I did get everything. Me and my boyfriend have been together since sophomore year. He was helping me pack for a summer trip to my friend, Ariana’s beach house. It was the annual summer week outing and me and my nine friends, including Wes, decided that it would be fun to do it at Ariana’s this year, last year we did it at Jake’s, a friend’s, ski resort. I, Alana Layla Anderson, was worried that I might’ve forgotten something, Mr. Bungle the bear? Check. Clothes? Check. Sun block? Check. Wes? Wes?! Oh wait, there he is. Check. I combed my jet black hair and grabbed my suitcase setting it on the floor. I checked myself out in the mirror, looking at my green eyes, black hair, pale skin and 5’8 body. Suddenly big arms wrap around my shoulders and lift me a foot from the ground before I knew it I was spinning in Wes’ arms, finally after much threatening he puts me down.

Wes Adrian Michaels is the best boyfriend I can ask for; he was always there for me, especially after the accident. I love him with all my heart and plan to marry him someday. He had pale blue eyes, shaggy, dark brown hair, fair white skin, was well-built, and he was 6’4 . He was actually the only one who called me Layla, everyone else called me by my first name, Alana. I am really excited for this outing because I feel that I need some fresh air and space. Everything would be perfect and everyone would have fun, nothing can go wrong.

“Are you ready?” Wes asked me.

“Yep” I said, smiling

“Let’s go” he said kissing my forehead. Everything would be perfect.

Oh boy, was I wrong, the party changed my life.