Never Too Late

It was Marilyn Manson. I haven't a clue what he was doing driving around Wisconsin, especially in the tiny town I lived by. He had this smile on his face that made me just want to melt at his feet. Quite recently, until about a month before this, if you had asked me about Marilyn Manson I would have been repulsed. But I fell in total lust with him since then. He was everything I liked in a guy. He had the bad boy image, tattoos, dark hair, pale skin, make-up, voice from the gods and hated society but still was soft sometimes as with his painting. I quickly paused my ipod.
"Um... hi," I managed to squeak out. His smile widened.
"Hi. Sorry if I scared you. I was driving by and heard you singing." He says calmly. I just stare at him for a moment.
"Oh it's okay. Im just waiting for my bus to arrive." I say quietly. Great move Jade turn him off by mentioning your still in high school. He looks up the hill in the direction the bus would be coming from.
"How about I give you a ride? It's the least I can do for scaring you." He says, smiling. I just nod. I would have given a kidney to ride in that car. I quickly scampered around the car and dove in. He just laughed and got in. I let my eyes wander around the car. I noticed that it was pretty amazing. If I ever got a '61 Continental I would want it exactly like that. It was black with black interior. He apparently noticed my looking over his car.
"You like my car?" He asks, still with that smile on his face.
"I love it. It's a 1961 Continental right?" He just nods. "It is my dream car. I've wanted one for a while. I always joke about the amount of people I'll be able to hide in the trunk." He laughs as I say this and I melt inside from the sound.
"So where is your school? Are you sure your still in high school? When I first saw you I could have sworn you were in you early to late 20s." I wasn't shocked as he said this. So many people thought I was older than I really was. I get asked what college I go to every time I go in a store.
"Yeah I'm pretty sure. Turn here though. I do get asked that alot though. But I graduate in May and I'm so glad it's almost over." I say trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. I hated that school. I never fit in right and I'm sure that showing up with Marilyn Manson in his Lincoln was either going to help a lot or make it a lot worse.
"Your a senior and you still ride the bus. Why?" He asks as we come to a stop sign. I noticed that we weren't going as fast as would be normal but I didn't mind. I just redirected my mind back towards the question he asked.
"Oh well. I failed my first drivers test and haven't exactly had the time or resources to take it again. Or a car." I say quietly, realizing how pathetic it really sounded. He just glances at me as we come to the second stop sign. He turns to the right before replying.
"That must not be all that easy. Are you sure this is the town we are suppose to be in? You don't exactly seem as to be from here." I laugh as he glances around the tiny town. There was a population of about 500. He was right. I didn't fit it. I looked like I was suppose to be from a larger city not the little tiny farmer town I was from.
"Ha. That's another of my many problems. I don't fit in here." I can see he had a confused look upon his face so I tried to explain. "This town is full of a bunch of farmers. I never liked it and the moment I discovered the Internet a whole world of new possibilities opened up for me. That's how I discovered the majority of the music I listen to and also how I learned where I do fit in. If it wasn't for the Internet more than likely I would be a carbon copy of all the people in this town. Plus the only music I would listen to would be country. I hate country. I wouldn't have survived." I stop realizing I was rambling. I look up and see we are sitting in the school parking lot and I still have another 15 minutes to kill.