"Your so very strange, little girl."
So I'm the strange one (yes and no, maybe and maybe not)? But not this male (or as I call them, playthings) before me, that at one time this very evening was using his little powers to save my life?
(I should say thank you, thank you and I'm alive because of you and you alone, but of course I will do nothing of the sort. Because I'm Elle Bishop, bitches)
"I'm not even close to little, space-boy. If you wanted to keep that a secret then maybe you shouldn't have told me, I only keep the secrets of my friends (which there are little to none of)."
"I didn't tell you (and why on earth would I?) you just guessed, your pretty smart for a blond. (I said pretty smart)"
But I have to emit that if this (little, right back at you) boy hadn't been around at the time I would have been one dead blond, which meant my hair and head would not be in the same place.
The only perks of this whole thing (besides the fact I was alive) was that I was saved by a strange stranger that didn't come to me with the unavoidable question 'why did your boyfriend try and kill you, El?'
(hell if I know)
"Hey I was just wondering, why did that guy kiss you then try and kill you?"
(oh, never mind)