I walked downstairs, note in hand. I hoped they would understand me and help...
   I came I tot he kitchen to see a strange sight: Kyle was washing dishes and Lizzie was laughing at something he said. My Lizzie? The one afraid of Keepers? Laughing along with one and letting him was our dishes?
   Lizzie had seen me and turned around in her chair, her blonde hair whipping around with her. " Hi Alex!," she started. She then got up, patted me on the shoulder and said: " He's perfect." Kyle laughed at that remark while I stood there blushing. No! I thought this is exactly the opposite of what we agreed on! No Keepers in my life. Not ever if their "perfect". Kyle said, "Lizzie, no ones perfect. " he was smiling. His white teeth seemed to flash, even under the dim lighting. He made the world seem brighter...
   No! Not this again! We came down here for a purpose, not just to see Kyle. I cleared my throat as Lizzie made her way upstairs. Kyle took a seat at the table, and I sat across from him. I slid the note across the table and he read it. It took him a minute to process the information, and he had to re-read it a few times. Finally, he looked up, his expression serious, but cute at the same time. Ew, wait no! Not again! I object!
   "Where?" He asked me. I looked into his eyes and said it was on my bed. He through for a long time. After about what seemed like 10 minutes, he look back up at me.
   " I'll help you."