Fashionista Dreams

Janet Van Dyne || 18

Let me stop you right there. Don't call me Janet. Only my mother calls me Janet. Call me Jan. My mom hates it. I'm not here to be a debutant, I'm here to follow my dreams and have whatever kind of fun I want. As long as you don't stand in my way, we'll get along just fine.

[Independent RP blog for a teenage Janet Van Dyne]

teenanthonystark:

“That depends, are you planning on getting mad at me more times than not? Should I even bother getting more than one bed?” He started the car and revved the engine, glancing behind him and pulling out of the complex, starting towards the apartment. “Why don’t you take a look at it and make one of those..list things that you like to make. You can figure out what you want for your room too. Maybe we can get you a waterbed like you cried about when we were small.”

“I do like those lists.” Jan laughed, grinning and looking over at him. “Oooooo, a water bed. I’ve always wanted a water bed. Mom never let me have one.” She smiled, “There’s no reason I can’t now though, I suppose.” She grinned, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “You think we have time to get a real bed tonight? We can always sleep on your air mattress. We can pick up a second bed for my room at a later date, I don’t think there’s a rush.” She said, happy to have something to focus on other than the fact that her parents has practically disowned her. “So does this mean you’ll let me decorate? Can I paint?”