gossip girl 12 终结-第57部分
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Fiona winked at her。 “Now what do you say we set up a Bloody Mary bar in the kitchen?”
Serena nodded and trailed behind Fiona toward the kitchen; feeling deflated。 Fiona saw her as an adventurous; gutsy girl who needed practical travel tips for Belize and Thailand。 Instead; her grand adventure was booking a one…way ticket to a flat state few New Yorkers could point to on a map。
Well; maybe if she moves there; people will start to visit。
“Essa!” Moxie blurted happily from Ruby’s hip as Ruby opened the paint…caked door to her Prospect Heights walk…up on Christmas Day。 Moxie was dressed in a T…shirt with a pigeon wearing oversize headphones and black leggings; her thin brown hair tied in two sloppy braids。 She looked like a very short Williamsburg hipster。
“Merry Christmas; little sis!” Ruby hugged Vanessa warmly。 Ruby wore a pair of gray pajama pants and a black SugarDaddy tank top with no bra。 Behind her; Piotr had on red Santa…print flannel pants and a felt Santa hat。 As children; Ruby and Vanessa had never celebrated Christmas。 Their dad was Jewish and their mom thought the holiday was too mercial。 Ruby was obviously determined to let Moxie have her fun with Santa。
“Merry Christmas; guys!” Vanessa exclaimed; breezing into their cheerful one…bedroom apartment。 It looked so domestic; with a silver garland wrapped along the molding of the ceiling; a pile of presents in the corner; and a small tree in the center of the room。 The only relic from their artistic past was the large painting of a nude figure astride a bull mastiff dog wedged behind the couch。
“Watch this。” Ruby grinned as she picked up Moxie and put her next to the pile of presents。 Moxie curiously pulled on a silver bow and then tossed the present back under the tree。
“She doesn’t really get it yet。” Ruby shrugged。 Vanessa grinned absently; her mind a million miles away。 What would Christmas be like in Indonesia? What if she didn’t make any friends and her movie sucked? What if while she was gone; Dan and Serena got engaged?
Which apocalyptic scenario does not belong with the others?
“Hello?” Ruby snapped her fingers in front of Vanessa’s face; breaking her out of her reverie。
“I got that Filmmakers for Change grant to go to Indonesia for two years。 Everything paid for。” Vanessa grinned shyly。 Saying it made her feel better; more sure of herself。 The grant was an honor most young filmmakers only dreamed of。
“Oh my God!” Ruby squealed; hugging her。
“God!” Moxie yelled happily from the floor; the silver bow clutched in her chubby hands。 Ruby rolled her eyes。 “Piotr; Vanessa’s going to Indonesia!”
“Well; I mean; I got it; but—”
“But you are going;” Piotr said in his slow; careful English from the couch。
“There goes our free babysitting;” Ruby said mournfully。 “Just kidding;” she added quickly。
Vanessa smiled wanly。 Could she really do this? The fellowship was for two years; and while theoretically she could visit home; she couldn’t imagine a trip back to the U。S。 would be cheap。 And two years was sort of a long time。 Moxie would be talking in full sentences by then。 What if she didn’t even remember Vanessa?
“Should I go?” she asked in a small voice she didn’t quite recognize as her own。
Ruby pursed her lips together as she sat down next to Piotr。 “Well; I met Piotr when I left for that SugarDaddy foreign tour。 I was scared too; but it all worked out so totally well。”
“Same for me;” Piotr said in his still heavily accented English。 “I came to the U。S。 because I fell in love。”
“Like that’s the only reason? You also said you couldn’t wait to try New York City pizza。” Ruby shot Piotr a skeptical look。 “Vanessa; you’re twenty…one。 You need to get out and see the world!” Ruby said in her big…sister voice。
Vanessa nodded slowly。 She’d lived in New York for the past seven years of her life。 A change would be good。 But all she could think about was how far Indonesia was from Iowa…。
Here we go again。
on the street where b lives
Blair surveyed the brightly colored wooden block tower she’d built in the center of Yale’s nursery and nodded in satisfaction。 The Waldorf…Rose family had always opened presents first thing in the morning; and right now Tyler was in his room; setting up a bunch of DJ equipment he’d gotten; Aaron had taken the train to Scarsdale to visit his mom and friends from high school; Cyrus and Eleanor were grossly feeding each other eggs at the breakfast table; and Blair was happy to be hanging out with Yale。
“Yale; over here!” she cajoled。 Her sister sat in the corner; setting up her stuffed animals in an elaborate pile。 She had determined that none of the other stuffed toys liked the giraffe; so she’d relegated it to the far corner of the room。
It starts early。
Blair’s cell buzzed; skittering on the hardwood floor。 She glanced down at the display。 Chuck。 His flight had probably just landed; and Blair couldn’t wait to see him。
“Hello?” she asked。
“I want to talk!” Yale demanded; reaching for the phone。
“No;” Blair snapped; yanking the phone from Yale’s little hand。 “Hey;” she said sweetly as she settled into the pink glider by the dormer window in the corner。
“Merry Christmas; gorgeous;” Chuck said。
“Are you back?” Blair asked eagerly。 After so much time apart; she was looking forward to an uninterrupted month together。
“I’m at the Village apartment;” Chuck said; referring to the Cornelia Street one…bedroom his parents had bought him for his twenty…first birthday。 He’d barely lived in it at all; since he was at Oxford all year and they’d spent most of last summer in the south of France。 “Can you e over? There’s something I want you to see;” he added mysteriously。
“Yale; go find Tyler;” Blair manded; leaving the nursery and heading next door to the guest room where she’d been staying。 “See you soon;” she said into the phone before hanging up。
Once Blair emerged showered; shaved; and wearing a black silk Theory high…necked silk dress that was just the right bination of nice and naughty; she took the elevator to the lobby and had the doorman catch one of the many empty cabs that was sailing down Central Park West。
The city looked beautiful; like the front of a holiday card。 Snow was beginning to fall; but the sun was shining brightly and reflecting the light off all of the Midtown skyscrapers。 Blair sighed happily。 She loved New York in the winter。 Anyone could love the city in the summer; when cafés set up tables outside and you could spend hours sitting on the steps of the Met drinking iced coffees。 But in the winter; you had to seek out the things that made New York magical: steak frites at Le Refuge; cuddling into a warm Searle peacoat; your hand intertwined with an adorable boy’s。
“Thanks;” Blair said when the cab turned off Sixth Avenue and onto Cornelia Street。 Cornelia was Blair’s middle name。 It felt like destiny。
She stood in front of the five…story brick building and pressed buzzer number two; stamping her feet against the cold。 Chuck buzzed her in and she quickly ran up the steps; surprised to see him standing in front of the black apartment door。
“Hi!” Blair threw her arms around his broad shoulders。 He wore a pair of khakis and a dark blue button…down; and his hair was a little longer than it had been at Thanksgiving。
“Merry Christmas;” Chuck breathed。 He kissed her and Blair eagerly kissed him back。 “Your present’s inside。 It’s a surprise;” he breathed into her ear。 It was then that she realized Chuck was tying a blindfold over her eyes。
Now that’s what I call a Christmas present。
Blair readjusted the blindfold so it wouldn’t flatten her hair。 Chuck placed his hands on her shoulders and directed her inside。 Blair heard the pop of a champagne cork。 Was that the surprise?
“You can take it off。”
Blair reached up and swept the blindfold; which was actually one of Chuck’s flamingo pink ties; off her forehead。 She blinked in surprise。 Before; the one…bedroom apartment had been decorated in blacks and grays; with leather couches and ottomans and chrome tables and silver lighting fixtures。 Now; it was decorated in shades of pewter