Baby, You Wouldn't Last One Minute On The Creek -Craig Owens- 01/03

We say what we feel,
Then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Loving every second of it,
We just walk away

“Alright, keep your cool Bella. It’s not like you’ve never been on a tour bus before” she whispered to herself while boarding the bus.

The bus is dimly lit as Isabella looks around what she assumes to be the dining area/kitchen. Craig sits carefully at the table, watching her every move.

“Do I make you nervous, Miss Madigan?” Craig mocks.

“Now what would lead you to believe that?” Isabella replies taking a seat across from him.

“Maybe because you were talking to yourself outside about keeping your cool,”

“I think you were just hearing things.”

The room remains silent as the two look at each other, appraising the competition.

Walk away
All egos aside, what do you say?
All egos aside, what do you say?

“What did you want to talk about?” Isabella asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh nothing. I just wanted to see your pretty face one last time before I go to sleep.” Craig whispers, pushing a lose strand of hair from her face.

“Oh what kind of bullshit line is that? I mean, you write lyrics for a living, I take it? And that’s the best you could come up with? Come on now” Isabella scoffs.

“Fine, I felt a connection to you and I wanted to get to know you better. Jesus, you make it so hard for a guy, don’t you?” Craig says, getting up from the table and walking towards the back of the bus.

“Bullshit!”

Craig whirls around and sees Isabella standing at the front of the bus with her hands crossed over her chest. Craig charges towards Isabella and stand only a few inches away from her face. Craig’s hot breath dances across Isabella’s face and the scent of Isabella’s perfume was driving Craig mad.

“What part of that was bullshit?” Craig demands.

“All of it. I saw you in the hallway, you and your friend. You would do something to girls and then laugh at them for faltering at the very sight of you. The only reason you keep bothering me is because I’m not buying this act,” Isabella spits.

Craig looks over the soft facials feature grazing Isabella’s face before taking the bet on. Craig pulls Isabella closer to him and places his lips directly onto hers.

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done,
No awkward silences, no hiding any truths
Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done,
What do you say?

When Craig pulls away to look at Isabella, a soft stinging sensation burns at his cheek. Placing his hand on the side of his face, Craig feels the slight raise of a hand print.

“You hit me,” Craig states, more than asks.

“You kissed me. I think it was a fair trade,” Isabella says before turning and walking off the bus.

The cold air hits Isabella’s face as she begins to walk back to the building.

“Isabella, wait!” Craig yells from behind her.

Isabella turns towards Craig and sees him running after her before stopping.

“That was out of line and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you,” Craig says.

“Whatever Craig. I’m going back inside and planning on never having to see you or that cocky smile ever again,” Isabella yells before turning away and heading towards the building.

“Jason is going to be happy to hear that I lost,” Craig whispers to himself.

“Oh and Craig?”

Craig looks up to see Isabella holding the door to venue open and looking down at him.

“Don’t lie to Jason and tell him you tapped this. I mean, my cousin does tell me everything.”

We say what we feel,
Then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Loving every second of it,
We just walk away.