"You can stay here and Dylan and I go to the hospital, " suggested Cloey. I shook my head, "If I'm going to put anyone's life in danger, mine has to be included."
Cloey nodded, "Okay, but how are you going to leave without your grandmother noticing?"
A small smile played on my lips as I spoke, "I have a plan."
*
Cloey tugged at the red wig on her head, "Why do I have to be the one to cosplay as you?" She scratched her head, "And why do you even still have this itchy thing?"
I adjusted the wig to cover more of her black hair, "It belonged to my mother and is one of my most cherished items so be nice." Cloey sighed and stared daggers at Dylan who was comfortably laying on my bed, scrolling through his phone.
She pursed her lips, "You still haven't told me why Dylan can't wear the wig instead."
"You're a woman, I'm a man, it's as simple as that," Dylan casually responded.