"Amelia lives or dies."

The both of them looked at me with confused expressions on their faces. I grinned as I looked between them, "We go through the window."

Cloey rolled her eyes and looked at me as if I was the dumb one, "We can't go through the window, your grandmother will definitely see if we try pulling a trick like that."

Dylan sighed and massaged his brows, "I'm pretty sure she's talking about the window in here Cleo."

She glared at him, "My name is Cloey." Dylan furrowed his brows, "Adeline calls you Cleo and you don't seem to have a problem."

Cloey brought her hands to her hips and gave Dylan a death stare, "Adeline...and only Adeline is allowed to call me Cleo."

He brought his fingers to his chin, "But why? You said your name is Cloey so why are you allowing her to call you that?"

There starts the argument.

"Guys," I called out to them. Neither of them spared me a glance and continued arguing about...names.