Fashionista Dreams

teenanthonystark:

totallynottinkerbell:

“You’re so impatient.” Jan rolled her eyes, smirking slightly as she walked outside and slipped the phone back into her pocket. “And you never listen, I just don’t understand.” She laughed, kissing his cheek after walking to the car. “So where is this apartment of yours anyway?” She asked, laughing quietly and biting her lip. “And how much furniture do we need…”

“Hmmm, it has four rooms. Penthouse apartment somewhere uptown Manhattan. And I have an air mattress, so you do the math.” He smirked at her, opening the car door and getting into his side, pushing back the boxes on her seat* 

“Well neither of us are sleeping on air mattresses.” She smirked, climbing into the car and looking over at him. “A night on a bench was enough to make me want to sleep on a bed the rest of my life.” She laughed, looking over at him and settling herself in the seat. “You want beds for all of the rooms, or just two?” She asked, “And how much seating do you want, because we’ll probably need a few couches too. And things for the kitchen.” She said, pausing for a moment. “Not that you’ll do much cooking anyway.”