gossip girl 12 终结-第46部分
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WOULD YOU RATHER EAT MY DAD’S FONDUE FOR A MONTH OR GO SLEDDING EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR? he wrote quickly; then; without thinking; hit send。 Jenny tortured him with the would…you…rather game; ing up with absurd scenarios like would he rather have uncontrollable back hair or uncontrollable nose hair。 But he knew Vanessa liked absurd questions。 Besides; it was just a little innocent blast from the past。
And since when are blasts from the past ever innocent?
love don’t live here anymore
“You want to go out?” Vanessa asked Norma。 The little chow…poodle mix cocked her head and emitted a low…pitched whine。 Vanessa understood what she was trying to say: that she was bored and antsy and didn’t know what to do with herself。 Vanessa felt the same way。 It was nine o’clock; but Hollis was still in a meeting with Streetscape execs over distribution for Rowing to Reykjavík。 She’d called him a few times; but the phone had gone straight to voice mail。
Vanessa had hoped they could spend some quality time alone; now that he was finally home; but he had such a crammed schedule of meetings and mandatory studio holiday parties and conference calls that they’d barely spent any time together。 In fact; they hadn’t even exchanged Christmas presents yet—unless you counted the several pairs of ugly wool socks he’d presented to her his first night back。 He said that they were the only thing that kept him warm in Iceland。 Vanessa was planning on giving him a framed photo of the dilapidated picnic table on his old roof。 She’d begged his old roommates for access; and had spent one chilly afternoon shooting it; recalling their first kiss。 But she hadn’t even had the chance to give it to him。 It felt like he’d only e into the apartment to dump his stuff and then leave again。 A collection of gray wool socks were balled up under the glass coffee table like nesting chinchillas; and a collection of coffee mugs were in a Stonehenge…like formation around the sink。 Huge stills from Rowing to Reykjavík were lined up along the hallway; blocking the way as they waited to be hung。
The elevator door finally slid open。 “Hey babe!” Hollis yelled happily。
“Hey!” she called out。 She tried not to let her annoyance show when she noticed the two skinny; goateed guys trailing behind Hollis。
“These are two Streetscape interns。 Josh; Randy; this is Vanessa。” The two guys trailed Hollis into the kitchen and stood there; not taking off their shoes or coats。 Instead of handshakes; they each offered Vanessa a limp wave before leaning against the wall; turning to Hollis to play ambassador。
“We’re going to this party in Red Hook;” Hollis announced; traipsing gray slush on the freshly cleaned pine floors。 It had been snowing; sleeting; and slushy for three days all across the northeast。 Brooklyn was blanketed in a thin layer of white; barely concealing the dingy gray slush beneath it。
“Okay。” Vanessa resisted the urge to trail after Hollis with the WetJet。 She’d much rather order in and have sex; but she didn’t want to be a bitch。 Besides; there’d be plenty of time for that later。 “I’ll just get ready。” Vanessa smiled; trying to figure out what she should wear。 It had been a long time since she’d been to a party。
“Oh; you want to e?” Hollis asked in surprise。 “Okay; that’s cool。 Guys; want some beers? You picked some up; right; babe?” Hollis asked Vanessa; already midway to the Sub…Zero refrigerator。 He hadn’t even taken off his jacket。
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief。 Um; no she hadn’t; and since when was her job to go on beer runs for the guys she didn’t know were ing over?
“That’s fine。 We have a bottle of wine。” Hollis grabbed the bottle of white Ruby had brought over the other night。
That’s mine! Vanessa wanted to yell。 But that was ridiculous。 It was Hollis’s apartment。 “You know; I think I’m actually going to stay in for the night。 Have fun; guys。” Vanessa shrugged。
“You sure?” Hollis asked。 “I won’t be home too late。 So good to be back!” Hollis said; kissing the top of Vanessa’s head。
Vanessa collapsed back on the leather couch and pulled her phone from the crevice behind the cushions。 One new text。 She smiled。 It was probably Hollis; texting from a cab; sweetly saying that he’d miss her and that he’d be back soon。
Instead; it was from Dan。 Asking if she’d rather sled or eat his dad’s fondue。 She immediately thought of Rufus; his crazy outfits and his crazier culinary creations; and then of Dan’s traumatizing story about being mowed over by a large man on a sled when he was a kid。 She laughed out loud; the tension of the last half hour slowly seeping from her limbs。
She looked down at the keypad and quickly typed in I HATE SLEDDING。 BRING ON THE FONDUE!
Immediately; her phone lit up again: WOULD YOU RATHER BE LOCKED OUT OF A PARTY IN TRIBECA OR LOCKED ON THE ROOF OF YOUR OLD APT IN WILLIAMSBURG?
Vanessa smiled。 Dan was alluding to the first time they’d met; when they’d both found themselves locked out of a party back in high school。 Vanessa had e out onto the fire escape to get some air; and Dan had e out for a cigarette; closing the fire door behind him and locking them both out。 Together; they’d climbed down the side of the massive brick building; and wound up at a nearby bar; talking late into the night and quickly being friends。 That felt so long ago now。
Vanessa pulled her legs underneath her and spread a blanket over her legs。 It was nice to hear from Dan; and especially nice that he didn’t seem to hate her anymore。 Outside; she could hear people from the bar across the street talking and laughing。 She smiled to herself; then texted back: DEPENDS WHO I’D BE LOCKED OUT WITH。
Now who says texting is impersonal?
tangled up in s…
Serena scampered up the snowy hill; pulling a handmade toboggan behind her。 “Natie; let’s race!” she called; her breath ing out in small white puffs。 The floodlights outside the house were on; casting the property in an eerie glow。 Chuck and Blair were already halfway down the hill。 Jenny was still struggling up with her toboggan。 It kept slipping from her mittened hands and sliding back down。
“Okay。” Nate ran after Serena。 It struck him that they were twenty—actual adults—and yet all they wanted to do was act like little kids。 It was like that dumb cliché: The more you change; the more you stay the same。 Maybe growing up was just about being closer to the person you always were。
And he came up with that without any herbal aid。 Impressive。
“Hey!” Nate easily caught up with Serena; wrapping his arms around her willowy; athletic frame。
Serena whirled around to face him; her blond hair whipping his face。 She playfully pushed Nate so he took a lurching step backward into a snowbank。
“No mercy!” Nate yelled; pulling her down with him and wrestling her into the snow。
Serena squealed in protest as she wriggled free; making an impromptu snow angel。 Clumps of snow clung to her long eyelashes。
For a second; Nate was transported back to their sophomore year; to an afternoon when they’d been goofing off in the piles of snow in his courtyard。 It was the first time he’d seen Serena not as plain old Serena; his best friend since kindergarten; but as a beautiful girl。 A girl he loved。
He hastily stood up; brushing the wet snow off the back of his khakis。
“Here;” he offered; holding his hand out to help Serena up。
“Thanks。” Serena got to her feet; still holding Nate’s hand。 She held his gaze。 The air felt thick and the world around them seemed muted。
“Nate; can you help me?” Jenny called from the bottom of the hill。 They both looked up to where she was sitting on top of a toboggan; her cheeks rosy from the cold。
“Sure;” Nate said; reluctantly turning away from Serena。
“Watch out; he’s brutal!” Serena called after them; trying not to feel disappointed。 When Dan had refused to e sledding; it was almost a relief。 Playing in the snow had always been something she and Nate shared。
Nate grabbed the sled and tossed it halfway up the hill。 He caught it and ran the last of the way; Jenny laughing and trudging behind。 They both climbed on and he wrapped his arms around her small fram