gossip girl 12 终结-第15部分

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　find　a　lady　like　that；　you　don’t　let　her　go；　you　know　what　I　mean？”

“Yes；”　Dan　mumbled；　already　antsy　to　get　back　to　the　city。　The　stretch　of　highway　was　practically　empty　and　surrounded　on　both　sides　with　fields　of　cows。　He　wanted　to　crawl　next　to　Vanessa　and　feel　her　body　next　to　his。　A　poem　was　forming　in　his　head；　and　Dan’s　fingers　were　itching　to　write　it　down。　He　pulled　his　notebook　from　his　duffel　and　grabbed　an　ancient　Sharpie　rolling　on　the　rubber　floor　mat　of　the　truck。　Uncapping　the　marker；　he　quickly　wrote。

Dreaming　in　Technicolor　black　and　white。

I’m　no　Technicolor　prince；　no　black…and…white　tragedy

What　you　see

Will　be　us；　you　me。

Dan　grinned。　It　was　so　obvious。　He　didn’t　need　a　retreat；　what　he　needed　was　Vanessa。　And　he　couldn’t　wait　to　have　a　sex…and…poetry　fest　as　soon　as　he　got　home。　He　leaned　back。　The　vinyl　seat　squeaked；　making　a　farting　noise。

“You　let　one　rip？　Good！　I　will　too！”　Jerry　Two　said。　A　loud　noise　emanated　from　the　driver’s　seat。　Dan　wrinkled　his　nose。　It　was　going　to　be　a　longer　drive　than　he　thought。

What　some　people　will　do　for　love！

nothing　can　ever　go　wrong　at　tiffany…　right？

Blair　leaned　back　against　the　Frette　pillowcases　of　Serena’s　canopy　bed。　She’d　always　felt　like　Serena’s　house　was　her　second　home—or　third　home；　once　she　and　Nate　started　dating　sophomore　year—and　had　been　more　than　happy　to　spend　the　day　relaxing　and　watching　endless　hours　of　crappy　MTV　while　Serena　was　at　a　shoot　for　Tea　at　the　Palace　or　Snacks　at　the　Strand　or　whatever　her　movie　was　called。　Now　it　was　almost　four　o’clock；　and　she　felt　kind　of　gross　and　bloated　from　spending　the　entire　day　lying　in　bed　and　eating　Godiva　chocolates　from　one　of　Serena’s　discarded　gift　baskets。　She　needed　to　get　out。

She　hadn’t　seen　Serena　since　brunch　the　day　before。　It　was　sort　of　for　the　best；　though。　After　all；　she　and　Nate　couldn’t　keep　their　hands　off　each　other。　They’d　spent　all　of　yesterday　cuddled　in　Nate’s　bed；　whispering　remember…whens　in　between　kisses　and　feeding　each　other　eel　rolls　from　Blue　Ribbon　sushi。　She　only　left　Nate’s　house　because　his　parents　were　due　home　from　St。　Barts　today。　It　would　be　enough　of　a　surprise　for　them　to　see　Nate。　She　didn’t　want　them　to　think　the　first　thing　Nate　did　when　he　came　back　was　take　advantage　of　the　empty　house　with　his　girlfriend。

Wait；　girlfriend？

She　sighed　and　turned　off　the　TV。　Ever　since　she　was　fifteen　and　had　seen　Breakfast　at　Tiffany’s；　she’d　played　a　game　with　herself　called　What　Would　Audrey　Do？　If　Audrey　found　herself　alone　at　dusk　on　a　cold　January　day；　she’d　probably　sit　near　the　window　of　some　cozy　café　like　Le　Refuge　on　Eighty…Second　Street　and　people…watch；　the　whole　while　blissfully　unaware　that　from　behind　their　menus；　everyone　was　whispering　about　the　charmingly　gamine　girl。　Besides；　she’d　been　back　in　New　York—her　city—for　almost　three　days　and　had　barely　seen　anything　besides　Nate’s　bedroom。

And　it　wasn’t　like　she’d　been　admiring　the　décor。

Blair　pulled　her　Burberry　coat　from　the　Eames　chair　in　the　corner；　exited　the　building；　and　automatically　turned　left；　exactly　as　she　had　a　million　times　before。　She　wasn’t　sure　where　she　was　going；　but　she’d　know　when　she　got　there。

She　paused　at　Seventy…second　and　Fifth　and　looked　up　at　the　row　of　limestone　buildings　standing　at　attention　across　the　park。　The　building　on　the　corner　was　her　building；　the　one　she’d　lived　in　for　eighteen　years　of　her　life。　Her　gaze　traveled　upward　to　the　top　floor；　where　a　dim　light　emanated　from　the　room　that　used　to　be　hers。　Suddenly　it　hit　her　that　she　didn’t　live　here　anymore。

She　knew　a　new　family　lived　there　now；　one　with　triplets　a　few　years　younger　than　her。　Did　they　have　boyfriends　and　best　friends　within　walking　distance？　Did　they　sit　for　hours　on　the　steps　of　the　Met；　smoking　Merits　and　talking　about　nothing？　Blair　had　always　wanted　to　grow　up；　but　for　the　first　time；　she　suddenly　felt　old。

As　Blair　walked　east　toward　Madison；　her　iPhone　rang　the　familiar　strains　of　the　opening　bars　of　“Moon　River。”

She　pulled　it　out　of　her　Lanvin　hobo；　surprised　to　see　an　unfamiliar　212　number　flash　across　the　display。　She　pressed　talk；　her　mind　bubbling　with　possibilities。　Was　it　Nate；　ditching　his　parents　to　meet　her　for　a　Per　Se　dinner？

“This　is　Blair；”　she　answered　curiously。

“Blair　Waldorf？”　a　surprisingly　high　man’s　voice　repeated　on　the　other　end　of　the　phone。

“Yes；”　Blair　said　cautiously。

“Miss　Waldorf；　this　is　Freddie　from　Tiffany　and　pany。　We　have　your　order　here。　We　close　in　an　hour；”　he　finished。

Blair　racked　her　brain。　“I　don’t　think　I　ordered　anything；”　Blair　began。　Unless　her　father　had　ordered　something　for　her　as　a　late　Christmas　present。　But　he’d　already　sent　her　a　pair　of　limited　edition　snakeskin　Christian　Louboutins。　Besides；　she　and　Harold　bonded　over　shoes　or　purses；　not　jewelry。　Which　could　only　mean　that　it　was　a　surprise　from　Nate。

“I’ll　be　by　in　a　few　minutes；”　she　said　eagerly；　her　hand　shooting　up　in　the　air　to　hail　a　taxi。

“Okay；　miss。　We’re　located　at—“

“I　know　where　you　are；”　Blair　said　quickly　as　she　stepped　into　the　first　cab　that　pulled　up；　stealing　it　from　a　harried…looking　woman　in　a　chinchilla　coat。　Blair　felt　guilty　for　a　moment；　but　this　was　an　emergency。

“Fifty…seventh　and　Fifth；”　she　said　quickly　as　the　cab　peeled　away　from　the　curb。　Maybe　Nate　had　just　said　his　parents　were　ing　home　so　he　could　stage　an　elaborate　surprise　for　her；　to　show　her　how　truly　sorry　he　was　for　running　away　last　summer。　And　a　surprise　was　so　sweet—she　loved　surprises；　especially　when　she　knew　about　them。

Naturally。

Blair’s　heart　thudded　in　anticipation　as　the　cab　turned　onto　Fifth。　Outside；　the　stately　doorman　buildings　of　the　Upper　East　Side　gradually　gave　way　to　the　brightly　colored　window　displays　of　high…end　shops。　Garlands　of　greenery　were　wrapped　around　streetlamps　and　light　displays　were　lit　up　across　the　avenue。　Blair　felt　like　it　was　Christmas　and　her　birthday　and　the　Barneys　warehouse　sale　rolled　into　one。

“Here’s　fine；”　Blair　said　as　the　cab　idled　in　traffic　on　Fifty…ninth　Street。　She　could　walk　a　few　blocks。　She　handed　the　driver　a　ten　from　her　Prada　wallet　and　slipped　out　the　door。

She　paused　in　front　of　the　limestone　corner　building　that　housed　Tiffany　&　Co。

A　dapper　doorman　in　a　three…piece　suit　pushed　the　revolving　door；　and　she　entered；　enjoying　the　feeling　of　her　Sigerson　Morrison　boots　sinking　into　the　plush　carpet。　The　iconic　store　was　filled　with　tourists　eagerly　gawking　at　the　merchandise　under　thick　glass　counters。　Ordinarily；　the　bustle　would　have　annoyed　her；　but　she　didn’t　mind　today。　She　liked　how　everything　in　the　store　felt　so　alive　and　exciting；　as　if　anything　could　happen。　She　marched　over　to　a　customer　service　desk　in　the　left　corner　of　the　room。

“Hello；　I’m　Blair　Waldorf；”　she　announced　to　the　tiny　man　behind　the　counter。　He　wore　a　pink　striped　French　cuffed　shirt　and　a　red　tie。　His　robin’s　egg　blue　name　tag　read　FREDDIE。　“I　believe　you　called　me。”

“Of　course；　Miss　Waldorf！”　he　shrieked。　He　glanced　meaningfully　over　at　the　beige　couches　in　the　corner。　Blair　followed　his　gaze；　expecting　to　see　Nate。　An　overweight　guy　wearing　a　pink　baseball　cap　on　his　bald　head　stood　beside　two　women　arguing　with　each　other　in　French；　and　a　handsome　guy　in　shorts　sat　with　his　back　to　them。

Blair　knew　only　one　guy　who　wore　cargo　shorts　in　the　winter；　as　if　he　simply　wasn’t　affected　by　the　cold。　And　she’d　sort　of　forgotten　that　he　existed。

“Scout！”　Pete　looked　up　and　grinned　devilishly　as　he　sauntered　toward　her。　It　was　as　if　he’d　just　spotted　her　across　the　dining　hall。

“Hi；”　Blair　said　weakly。　It　wasn’t　like　she’d　forgotten　about　Pete；　exactly；　but　he　certainly　hadn’t　been　front　and　center　on　her　radar。

“But　what　about　Costa　Rica？”　Blair　asked；　confused。　Pete　was　supposed　to　be　there　for　another　week。

He　shrugged　and　smiled。　“I　couldn’t　do　it。　I　needed　to　be　with　you。　So　I　got　to　thinking…”　Pete　smiled　as　he　reached　into　the　pocket　of　his　cargo　shorts；　removed　a　blue　box；　and　held　it　out　to　her。

“What？”　Blair　asked；　a　wave　of　dizziness　hitting　her。

“