AN: Okay so I thought no one would pay attention to the numbers at the top anyway but I was clearly mistaken. I'll clear it up now: they're irrelevant to the story, it's just the order of the short, so this is actually the 21st short I've written. This one is really, really short but only because it's fluff haha. Since eyeon wanted something happy, here you go!
#21
"You're messin' with the status quo."
"And you're being overly dramatic."
"I just don't get why you wanna mess it all up. We have a system," James says, standing a few feet away from the bed and refusing to sit down like a child refusing to go to bed because it's still early.
"If we have a system, James, this is the first I've heard of it."
"Yeah well, it ain't my fault you didn't get the memo."
"Would you please just come here?"
He stalks over to his side of the bed, brows furrowed in that way she's come to find endearing, and half sits on the bed, half hangs over the edge. He looks at her, grumpy, and honestly, he's not even sure why he's so adamant about this. Maybe it's just that he likes what they already have going on, maybe it something else entirely.
"Are you going to be grumpy all night or are you going to let me have this?" Seeing his still unwilling expression, Juliet adds, "Just for tonight. That's all I'm asking."
He sighs and falls into his pillow, lying on his right side and facing the end table where their copy of To Kill a Mockingbird is perched by the lamp. He feels her move behind him, the bed sinking as she does, and after she pulls the blanket over the both of them, she presses herself up against him and wraps her arms around his chest. He immediately forgets why he ever protested against this in the first place.
The next morning when their room is bathed in yellow sunlight, she asks him through squinty, sleepy eyes if he slept well. He pretends he didn't, says his right arm aches from the discomfort, but he's lying when he implies he doesn't like being the little spoon and she knows because the following night when he turns in early, he pretends to be asleep so she can press up against him from behind just like the night before.
She hasn't stopped being the big spoon since.