gossip girl 10 英文-第24部分

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of　Folgers　crystals　on　the　counter。　Dan　sat　down　at　the　worn　Formica　table　and　sank　his　head　in　
his　hands。　

？What　do　you　mean　you　？started　a　salon？？？　she　demanded；　totally　ignoring　the　gay　part　of　the　
equation。　？You？re　Mr。　Never　Get　a　Real　Haircut。What　do　you　know　about　salons？？　

Dan　had　to　smile。　？No；　a　literary　salon。　Asa　lon；？　he　repeated　with　the　correct　intonation。　He　
stopped　smiling。　God；　he　sounded　gay。　？There　were　lots　of　pretty　girls　at　our　first　meeting；　and　
they　were　kissing　each　other　too。？　He　frowned；　totally　confused。　？But　I　kissed　Greg。？　

Vanessa　microwaved　a　pitcher　of　water　and　poured　it　out　into　two　mismatched　mugs；　stirring　in　
spoonfuls　of　instant　coffee。　She　took　a　sip　and　made　a　face。　Christ；　Folgers　fucking　tasted　like　dog　
piss　after　all　the　amazing　coffee　she？d　been　drinking　in　the　Hamptons。　

？So　let　me　get　this　straight。？　She　took　another　sip　of　the　acrid　coffee　and　looked　across　the　room；　
past　the　mountain　of　unwashed　dishes　and　the　bowl　of　deposing　bananas　to　the　rickety　stool　
where　Dan　was　perched　miserably。　？No　pun　intended。？　

？Ha；？　Dan　said　joylessly。　

？So　。　。　。　you？re　gay。　You。　Dan　Humphrey。　Gay。　Not　gay　happy…gay。　Gay…gay。　Gay；　
I…like…to…kiss…boys　gay。？Vanessa　raised　her　dark　eyebrows　doubtfully。　

？I　wouldn？t　exactly　say　Ilike　to　kiss　boys。？　Dan　frowned。　？But　I　did。？　

Jesus。　She？d　only　been　gone　three　days　and　Dan　had　already　met　someone　else。　Girl；　boy；　
monkey。　It　just　seemed　kind　of　fast。　？Well；　I　ate　a　salad　once。　Doesn？t　mean　I？m　a　vegetarian。？　

？It？s　not　that　simple。　I　got　a　postcard　from　Jenny　that　said　my　mom　said　I　used　to　wear　dresses　
when　I　was　a　kid。？　Dan　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair；　inadvertently　destroying　the　cigarette　he？d　
tucked　behind　his　ear　only　a　few　minutes　before。　？Shit。？　


？It　kind　ofis　simple；　Dan。　Look；　you？re　either　gay　or　you？re　not。　Or　。　。　。？　Vanessa　paused；　
considering　this　third　option。　？You？re　bi。　Maybe　that？s　what　it　is。You？re　just　。　。　。　exploring。　
Discovering　yourself。？　

？Do　you　think　so？？　Dan？s　face　brightened　momentarily。　？I　mean；　Greg？s　nice。　We　like　the　same　
things。　But　last　night；　when　he　was　here；　it　totally　freaked　me　out。　And　I　didn？t　kiss　him　again。　I　
just　couldn？t。？　

Part　of　Vanessa　still　wanted　to　be　annoyed　Dan　had　been　kissing　someone　else　while　she　had　
been；ew；　considering　Chuck　Bass　as　a　substitute　for　Dan；　but　she　couldn？t　help　but　be　moved　by　
his　pathetic　state　of　total　confusion。　The　little　furrow　in　his　brow　looked　like　it　had　been　there　for　
days；　and　the　defeated　slope　of　his　shoulders　made　her　want　to　carry　him　to　his　room　and　tuck　him　
in　like　a　baby。　And　then　do　it　with　him。　

But　she　brushed　that　thought　aside　for　a　moment。　Dan　was　gay；　or　maybe　bi。　But　he？d　also　been　
a　lot　of　other　things　at　different　times：　a　toast…of…the…town　literary　sensation；　a　one…night…only　rock　
god；　a　rebellious　senior　graduation　speaker；　a　fitness　freak。　Now　he　was　gay。　It　couldn？t　possibly　
last　longer　than　any　of　his　other　phases；　and　when　he　got　tired　of　being　gay　or　he　realized　that　
being　gay　would　mean　actually　kissing　guys　and　not　girls？her　in　particular？well；　she？d　be　in　the　
bedroom　right　next　door。　

？Look；　Dan。？　Vanessa　poured　the　rest　of　her　bitter　coffee　into　the　crowded　sink　and　left　her　mug　
on　the　countertop。　？You　need　to　stop　being　so　hard　on　yourself。　I　mean；　there？s　nothingwrong　with　
being　gay；　is　there？？　

？Of　course　not！　Thomas　Mann　was　gay。　And　he　won　the　Nobel　Prize。？　

？Right。？　Vanessa　grinned；　pleased　to　hear　Dan　sounding　a　little　more　like　himself。　So　predictable；　
so　easily　influenced。　Let　him　get　this　gay　stuff　out　of　his　system；　she　could　wait。　？So　。。。I？d　love　to　
meet　this　Greg　guy。？　

？Yeah？？　Dan　responded　skeptically。　？Really？？　

？Yeah。？　Vanessa　squeezed　his　shoulder。　Now　that　Dan　was　gay；　she　could　do　things　like　sit　on　his　
lap；　right？　She　decided　to　try　it。　？Really；？　she　added；　perching　on　Dan？s　bony　knee。　Dan　slipped　
his　arms　around　her　waist　and　buried　his　nose　between　her　shoulder　blades。　

？Thanks；？　he　said；　his　voice　muffled。　？You？re　my　hero。？　

Hey；　maybe　he　reallyis　gay。　


nice　e…mail　address；　buddy　。　。　。　
TO：　Song　of　Myself　
FROM：　Greg　P。　
Re：　Song　of　Myself？s　Next　Meeting！　
Dear　Friends；　
I　hope　you　enjoyed　getting　together　as　much　as　I　did。　I？m　happy　to　report　that　our　first　


get…together　has　already　resulted　in　some　burgeoning　romances？a　happy　consequence　of　bringing　
together　so　many　like…minded　creative　individuals。　I　hope　we　can　continue　to　inspire　and　excite　
one　another　at　all　ourmeetings！　

For　our　next　get…together；　please　bring　along　your　favorite　work　of　Shakespeare　and　we？ll　take　
turns　reading　aloud。　You　show　me　yours　and　I？ll　show　you　mine！　
Yours　in　love　and　iambic　pentameter；　
Greg　

on　the　road　again　

　？Pull　over！？　

？What？？　The　one　disadvantage　of　his　dad？s　convertible　was　that　it　made　having　a　conversation　
while　driving　almost　impossible。　Nate　turned　to　see　Blair　frantically　pointing　at　a　sign　announcing　
one　of　those　cheesy　scenic　overlooks　where　a　couple　of　minivans　were　already　parked　along　the　
shoulder。　

Bo…ring。　

？You　want　me　to　stop？？　Nate　had　already　slowed　and　was　pulling　over。　He　knew　better　than　to　
argue　with　Blair。　

？It？ll　be　funny。？　Blair　dug　into　her　hastily　packed　Coach　straw　carryall　and　unearthed　a　digital　
camera。　？I　swiped　it　from　Serena？s　house。　I　hope　she？s　not　too　pissed。？　

Nate　frowned　at　the　mention　of　Serena？s　name。　He　was　still　feeling　a　little　guilty　about　sneaking　
out　of　Serena？s　place　without　saying　goodbye？and　on　her　birthday。　Blair　had　persuaded　him　that　
Serena　wouldn？t　have　wanted　a　morning　wake…up　call；　birthday　or　no　birthday；　and　chances　were　


she　hadn？t　gone　to　bed　alone　anyway。　And　it　was　her　house；　so　it　wasn？t　like　they？d　just　ditched　
her　in　the　middle　of　nowhere。　

Whatever　you　need　to　tell　yourself。　

Before　Nate　had　even　turned　off　the　car；　Blair　had　already　slipped　out　of　her　seat　and　skipped　
toward　the　low　stone　wall　that　separated　the　parking　area　from　the　dramatic　drop…off　into　a　deep；　
tree…lined　valley　below。　She　was　wearing　the　tiniest　white　shorts　he　had　ever　seen；　and　they　made　
her　legs　look　ridiculously　touchable。　She　hopped　up　onto　the　wall　and　pouted　her　lips。　

　？Take　a　picture！？　

Grinning　and　horny　all　over　again；　Nate　fumbled　with　his　seat　belt　and　burst　out　of　the　car；　
willing　himself　not　to　run　over　to　the　stone　wall　and　stick　his　hands　down　her　tiny　shorts。　He　took　
the　camera　from　Blair？s　outstretched　hand　instead。　？Say　cheese。？　

Blair　stuck　out　her　tongue　and　crossed　her　eyes。　

？Gorgeous。？　Nate　laughed　at　tan；　happy；　beautiful　Blair　on　the　little　LCD　screen。　

Blair　patted　the　wall　next　to　her。　？Take　one　of　both　of　us　together。？　

Nate　clambered　up　on　the　wall　and　held　the　camera　out　in　front　of　them。　Blair　pressed　her　
smooth　cheek　against　his。　The　smell　of　her　made　him　feel　lightheaded；　and　he　put　his　free　hand　
out　to　steady　himself。　

Careful　there；　slugger。　

？I　want　our　whole　summer　to　be　just　like　this。？　Blair　slipped　her　arm　through　his　and　
sighed。　？The　two　of　us；　alone　on　the　open　sea。　No　people；　no　worries。　It？ll　be　perfect。？　Just　like　in　
the　movie　set　on　constant　replay　in　her　mind。　

Nate　nodded。　？I　can？t　wait　to　get　out　on　the　water。？　The　mental　image　of　Blair　in　her　bikini；　
lolling　about　on　the　deck　of　theCharlotte；　swept　over　him。　It　was　happening　at　last。　The　real　
summer　he　was　meant　to　have　was　beginning？　and　everything　was　falling　into　place。　Driving　
northeast　in　that　the　serene　summer　afternoon　toward　the　ocean；　toward　freedom；　with　Blair　right　
next　to　him　。　。　。　Nate　could　feel　the　weight　of　all　his　past　mistakes　lift　off　of　his　shoulders。　He　had　
never　swiped　from　his　coach？s　stash　of　Viagra；　he　had　never　had　his　diploma　withheld；　he　had　
never　hooked　up　with　Tawny；　he　had　never　rubbed　ointment　on　Babs？s　tattoo。　He　had　just　spent　
the　night　with　Blair；　and　he　was　about　to　spend　the　rest　of　the　summer　with　her　and　maybe　the　rest　
of　his　life。　All　was　as　it　should　be　with　the　universe。　

？Okay。　Time　to　drive。？　It　was　almost　like　Blair　was　reading　his　mind。　She