gossip girl 12 终结-第22部分
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Hollis hoisted himself up from the couch and wrapped his strong; lean arms around her。 Vanessa smiled and leaned back into him; feeling safe and protected。 Before Hollis; she’d always been a teenager dating other teenagers。 Even when she and Dan were serious; it had always felt to her like they were still so young; still so unformed。 But now; Vanessa felt like an adult。 And she was surprised by how much she liked that feeling。
“What are you thinking?” Hollis murmured in her ear。
“That I’m happy。” Vanessa tilted her chin up to kiss him; enjoying the way his slight stubble scratched her chin。
“I’m happy too;” Hollis said; pulling her in closer。
“And I’m hungry。” Vanessa pulled away; breaking the mood。 She was in love; but Vanessa Abrams was never going to be sappy about it。
And we love her for it。
Vanessa skidded on her socked feet toward the kitchen and pulled open the Sub…Zero refrigerator; which was stocked with osetra caviar; Cristal champagne; and other presents from talent agents; producers; and A…list directors。
“Champagne?” Vanessa handed one of the bottles to Hollis。 “And then can we order from Sea? I’m in the mood for Thai。” She watched him expertly open the bottle and suddenly laughed。 “You know; the first time I had champagne was for my eighteenth birthday。 The Raves played。” That was when Ruby was touring Prague with her band; SugarDaddy; and Blair Waldorf had moved in as a temporary roommate。 Things were so different now。 Ruby was married and five months pregnant。 But back then; they all seemed so young。
A smile crossed Vanessa’s face at the memory of Blair living in the tiny; ramshackle one…bedroom apartment。 She’d tried to class it up by having her mom’s interior decorator redo the living room in shades of lilac and celery; but eventually; Blair had realized that she’d never be a Brooklynite。 They’d had fun; though; and Vanessa would always remember that time fondly。
Hollis opened the glass…fronted cabinets and poured two glasses of champagne。 “To us。”
“To us;” Vanessa repeated absently。 Her mind was far away; trying to piece together the events of her eighteenth birthday party。 The night had begun as just a few friends ing over; but had morphed into an all…night rager; the one and only she’d ever thrown。 She plunked down on one of the metal stools surrounding the granite kitchen island and furrowed her brow。 “The Raves were obsessed with Serena van der Woodsen。 And Dan was writing their lyrics and serving as front man。 Or he was; until he threw up all over himself onstage。” Vanessa giggled at the memory。 It had gone down in history as an anecdote she or Jenny would always bring up to annoy Dan。
“Wait; the Raves were at your party to hook up with that actress from Coffee at the Palace?” Hollis asked; ignoring Vanessa’s reference to her ex。
Hollis sat down across from her at the counter and ran a hand through his jet…black hair。 His gray eyes were smiling。 “You; Ms。 Abrams; are full of surprises。 You told me you were the girl with a shaved head and no friends in high school。 Now; I hear you were partying with Serena van der Woodsen; getting the Raves to perform at your birthday… and you say I’m the one who sold out by working with a distribution pany?” He laughed。
“No。” Vanessa shook her head and polished off the rest of her champagne。 The tiny bubbles tickled her throat。 Saying it out loud made everything sound so fun and carefree; but it had never really been like that。 She’d been pletely out of place at school; all the prim and proper Constance Billard girls had made fun of her Doc Martens and shaved head。 Now; her straight; shiny black hair fell in a curtain to her shoulders; she occasionally wore black mascara and a smudge of lip gloss; and she had a wardrobe of skinny jeans; form…fitting sweaters; and colorful tops to offset her black skirts; pants; and hoodies。 She would’ve had a much easier time of it at Constance if she looked then the way she did now。 But even if she could go back in time and change things; she wouldn’t。 Her experience as an outsider had made her who she was。 It had given her the sharp point of view that led her to bee a filmmaker。
“Most of the time; it was really hard。 I mean; I was fifteen when I moved here to live with my sister。 Ruby was out a lot with the band; but she had a bird named Tofu and seriously; sometimes he was the only living thing I spoke to all day。” She sighed。 “One time we had this weird roommate; Tiphany; who moved in with a ferret named Tooter… and then there was the time that I got kicked out by Piotr; my sister’s husband;” Vanessa babbled。 Once she started talking about some of the crazier things that happened during her high school career; it was hard to stop; especially since Hollis was staring at her with such intensity。
“Wait。” He grabbed her hand and stared deep in her eyes。 “How e I’ve never heard any of these stories?”
Vanessa shrugged。 “It’s not that interesting。” She’d never really talked about her past before。 Not because she thought Hollis wouldn’t care; but because so much of her past involved Dan。 It was kind of awkward。
You think?
“No; it’s great。 Girl moves to Brooklyn and everything goes so wrong; it’s right。 The ferret’s name was Tooter? You can’t make that shit up;” Hollis laughed。 “It’d be a great movie。 It’s gritty and raw and funny as hell。 It makes me want to know more。 I want to see it! I want to see it all!” Hollis began pacing back and forth in the kitchen; the way he always did when he was trying to work out the logistics of an idea。
“Are you going to make a movie about my life?” Vanessa teased; refilling both of their champagne glasses。
“No。” Hollis took the glass and cocked it toward Vanessa。 “We are。”
Vanessa shook her head。 Her life wasn’t a movie! It was just… her life。 Tragic and absurd; she thought randomly。 Dan had probably said that。 But maybe that was the point。 Her life…—her high school life; anyway…—had been tragic and absurd; but she’d gotten past it and was now happy and in love。 She thought of her high school self。 Shaven…headed; self…righteous Vanessa would have scoffed at a film about a na?ve Vermont girl who learns to tell people to go fuck themselves。 No。 Actually she would have loved it。
“Let’s do it。” Vanessa drained her champagne glass; slipped off her stool; and hugged Hollis hard。
“We can start tonight;” Hollis murmured into her now…shoulder…length black hair。
Vanessa grinned and kissed him softly on the lips。 “I have another idea for tonight;” she said boldly; looking him straight in the eye。
This particular film will go unrated。
everyone loves a reunion
“Serena van der Woodsen’s here;” Laura Salmon whispered to Rain Hoffstetter。 Isabel Coates nodded。 They were perched on one of the low…slung black leather couches in the Bass suite at the Tribeca Star。 The expansive space was decked with plain white Christmas lights; and large plate glass windows led to the terrace overlooking the shining lights of the city below。 Laura had gained ten pounds for each semester at Wellesley and was now squeezed into a stretchy black Narciso Rodriguez dress。 She looked exactly like her mother。
“I heard she got married to Breckin O’Dell。 It’s still super secret; though;” Rain whispered back; taking a long swig of her vodka tonic。 Her hair was pulled into a messy chignon; revealing a slightly off…center infinity symbol tattooed on the back of her neck。 It looked like she’d drawn it on herself with an eyeliner pencil。
“I heard she’s pregnant。 She’s due in June。 Her agent wanted her to have an abortion;” Isabel Coates chimed in; straightening the hem of her black satin Marc by Marc Jacobs dress。
“Guys!” Serena called; pleased to recognize some of her old classmates huddled on the black low…slung couch in the corner。 She’d been close to staying in tonight; tempted by the idea of ordering an extra…large pepperoni pizza and watching movies in her one…bedroom apartment on Perry Street。 But she’d surprised herself by ing to Chuck’s party at the last minute。
It was already after eleven; and the suite was filled with guys in khakis and wrinkled button…down