Boundless Love

In The Blink of an eye

Levi's POV...

Half eight and I hear the horn. I look out the window and see a black SUV is waiting for us.

"Our ride is here," I shout to Landon.

"I'll be right out!"

I open the car door and Mark is sitting in the back seat with a cooler on the floor in front of him. He looks at me all cheerful, wearing a black button-down shirt and black jeans, which go perfectly with his short black hair and green eyes. I climb into the back seat with him. He holds a beer up and looks at me again, "Cheers! Mate," he laughs, and I already know he's had a fair number of drinks.

I can't help but chuckle at his intemperance and also the fact that I'm wearing black jeans and a dark button-down shirt, but mine is more of a slate color. Emma likes this shirt, she says it highlights my blue eyes. She always comments on the way darker shirts or my dark brown hair bring out the brightness of my eyes. She has a thing for blue eyes, even though mine are more of an aqua color. My dark brown hair is a little long on the top and I can never decide if I want to style it up or to the side. Tonight, I'm going for the messy look, that will probably piss her off because she likes when my hair is slicked back. She's forgive me for my lack of style later, I have no doubt.

Landon comes barreling into the car, claiming the front passenger seat. He's wearing dark skinny jeans and a light blue collar shirt. His blonde hair even messier than mine. His tall lanky body and light complexion pulls this style off perfectly.

Mark gives the driver Emma's address so we can pick her up on the way. As we pull up to her place, she's standing by the door as I expected, with her arms crossed by her chest, I can see the vein in the middle of her forehead throb as she clenches her jaw. Even in distress she's sexy to me. Her long blonde hair is tied back revealing her picture-perfect painted face and long neck. The strappy black dress falls just above her knees accentuating her tall slender body, and her black heels add the perfect touch. She's the definition of Hollywood glamour.

I get out of the car to meet her. "Hey baby." I give her a kiss on her cheek, "Everything ok?"

"You're late," she scowls, stomping her way into the car and sits right next to Mark.

Mark is rolling his eyes of course, so I shoot him over a warning look, and he stops.

"The Hawley Arms!" He shouts to the driver.

The driver drops us at our destination. There is a sign at the door that reads "Private Party." Inside the pub a live band is playing, and I look around and see that just about our entire cast and crew from our new movie is here, along with a few other people I've never seen before. But for the most part, it seems we have the place to ourselves.

" Great! I thought we would have at least one night away from the set," Emma angrily states, then looks at me, "Please get me a drink."

Landon leads her to the only empty table left and I hear him say to her, " Don't worry, I'm here, so I know you'll have fun." That gets a laugh out of her.

The bartender looks at me so I order Emma's favorite drink and 2 shots of whiskey for Landon and myself.

"I see Emma is beautiful as ever, even if she is ...always angry," I hear a voice say next to me.

I look up to find Liam standing next to me. I don't know why I'm all the sudden so irritated by his comment, usually Liam and I get along pretty well. He's one of my supporting actors. He is generally a nice enough guy. All the girls seem to flock to him wherever we go. He's built like me, muscular but slightly shorter with a chiseled face, blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes.