A/N: 100 word prompt from an anon; Angie and Peggy fighting for a bed side. Thanks!
"What are you doing?"
Looking up at the almost-shriek, Angie's voice high and outraged, Peggy snaps her pillow up in front of her like a shield. "Nothing!" she stammers, having to tense so she doesn't topple over, one of her knees on the bed with her opposite foot planted on the floor.
"Doesn't look like nothing, missy!" Stalking forward, hair in pins and hands gesticulating wildly, Angie enters Peggy's space. "That's my side of the bed!"
Peggy blinks. "What?"
"You heard me," Angie pokes Peggy's chest, "I get the right side!"
"Really, Angie. I thought you meant the other right!"