gossip girl 11 英文-第23部分

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es　a　very　beautiful；　veryempty　hotel　suite。？　She　inched　a　little　closer　to　him　on　the　pool　ledge。　

Nate　grinned；　the　sun　bouncing　off　the　water　and　making　his　green　eyes　glitter　even　more　than　
usual。　He　opened　his　mouth　to　speak　but　was　interrupted　by　a　voice　behind　them。　

？Serena　van　der　Woodsen！？　a　syrupy；　high…pitched　voice　exclaimed。　They　both　turned　to　see　
Bailey　Winter；　all　five　feet　of　the　famous　designer；　dressed　in　a　white　linen　suit；　a　hot　pink　
handkerchief　in　his　pocket　and　an　enormous　pair　of　white　sunglasses　perched　on　his　head。　His　
houseboy；　Stefan；　was　behind　him；　manning　the　leashes　of　Bailey？s　five　pugs。　？You　remember　
Stefan；？　he　chirped　with　a　wave　behind　him。　？And　of　course　you　remember　Azzedine；　Coco；　
Cristobal；　Gianni；　and　Madame　Gres。？　He　tittered；　gesturing　at　the　dogs。　

How　couldanyone　forget？　

？Of　course！？　Serena　jumped　up　and　gave　Bailey　a　damp　hug。　？It？s　so　good　to　see　you！？　she　
exclaimed　affectionately。　

After　Bailey　had　designed　the　costumes　forBreakfast　at　Fred？s；　he？d　invited　Serena　and　Blair　to　
be　live…in　muses　at　his　East　Hampton　summer　home。　Their　stay　had　had　its　share　of　problems；　
mainly　due　to　a　pair　of　skinny　Eastern　European　models　determined　to　make　their　life　there　a　
living　hell。　In　a　horrendous　scene　at　one　of　Bailey？s　famous　parties；　they？d　ruined　his　furniture；　
horrified　the　guests；　and　then　run　out　of　the　party？and　away　from　the　Hamptons？without　so　much　
as　a　goodbye。　Serena　had　felt　so　guilty　for　leaving　on　such　bad　terms　that　she？d　written　Bailey　a　
note　later　on　in　the　summer；　apologizing　for　their　behavior　and　thanking　him　for　their　stay。　He？d　
written　back　saying　that　he　couldn？t　possibly　hold　a　grudge　against　someone　so　lovely　and　
talented；　and　that　she　was　wele　any　time。　

？What　are　you　doing　back　in　the　city？？　She　grabbed　a　white　towel　and　wrapped　it　around　her　
midriff。　


The　little　man　folded　up　his　sunglasses　and　put　them　into　his　pocket。　？The　Hamptons　get　so　dull　
at　the　end　of　the　summer。　All　the　fun？s　here　in　the　city！？　He　waved　his　petite　hands　in　the　air。　？You　
certainly　are　at　the　center　of　all　the　action？I　can？t　believe　my　little　Serena　is　being　a　big；　big　
movie　star！？　He　shrieked　and　grabbed　her　hands。　？I　just　went　to　a　screening　ofBreakfast　at　Fred？s　；　
and　of　course　the　costumes　areto　die　for　；　if　I　do　say　so　myself；　but　you；　my　dear；　are　the　icing　on　
the　German　chocolate　cake！？　he　added；　pinching　Stefan？s　toned　behind；　apropos　of　nothing。　

Liz　Taylor　was　lounging　on　a　deck　chair　a　few　feet　away　with　a　little　white　Chihuahua　curled　at　
her　feet。　She　looked　up　from　her　copy　of　ItalianVogue　；　and　her　dog　jumped　down　to　sniff　
Cristobal？s　butt　curiously。　

That？s　one　way　to　say　hello。　

？Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　fromBreakfast　at　Fred？s　？？　the　woman　demanded　loudly　in　an　
imperious　Spanish　accent。　So　she　wasn？t　Liz　Taylor　after　all。　？I　thought　you　looked　familiar。　I　
absolutelyadored　that　movie。　。　。　。？　A　crowd　began　to　form　around　Serena。　Suddenly　it　hit　Nate　that　
she　was　starring　in　a　big…time　film；　and　that　she　was　about　to　bee　really　famous；　a　movie　star。　
He　wondered　if　from　now　on　it　was　going　to　be　like　this　all　the　time；　getting　stopped　on　the　street；　
mobbed　by　fans；　paparazzi　following　them　everywhere。　Serena　smiled　shyly　as　she　autographed　
someone？s　towel。　He　could　already　see　the　gossip　columns；　wondering　why　the　acplished　
young　starlet　was　hanging　out　with　a　loser　still　stuck　in　high　school。　Not　that　he　cared　what　other　
people　thought；　but　still。　It　would　be　。　。　。　weird。　He　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair；　wishing　he　had　
a　joint　with　him；　and　then　remembered　that　he　did？in　the　pocket　of　his　now…soaking　shorts。　Oops。　

He　picked　up　his　towel　and　started　to　dry　off。　Then　he　heard　his　phone？s　muffled　ring　and　found　
it　underneath　his　T…shirt。　He　flipped　it　open；　grateful　for　something　to　do　besides　watching　Serena　
and　feeling　dumb　and　useless。　？Hello？？　？Long　time　no　see。　What　are　you　up　to　right　now？？　
Blair？s　voice　surprised　him。　She　sounded　downright　chipper；　and　not　angry　at　all。　

？Hey　。　。　。　；？　he　mumbled；　wandering　to　the　very　edge　of　the　roof。　The　city　was　sprawled　out　
beneath　him；　the　low　town　houses　of　the　Meatpacking　District　giving　way　to　new　Chelsea　condos　
and　the　midtown　high…rises　beyond。　

Serena　noticed　him　wander　away　and　hoped　he　was　talking　to　Blair；　perhaps　calmly　explaining　
that　he　and　Serena　would　both　be　staying　in　the　city　this　year　。　。　。together　。　Of　course　she　felt　
slightly　guilty　stealing　Nate　away；　but　once　Blair　was　happily　ensconced　at　Yale？her　dream　
school？she？d　forget　all　about　them。　

？Thank　you　soo　much。？　The　Spanish　woman？s　voice　broke　into　her　thoughts。　She　proudly　waved　
her　autographed　ItalianVogue　。　？Binky　and　I　are　such　fans。　Aren？t　we；　Binky？？　She　swept　up　the　
tiny　dog　with　one　arm。　Binky　strained　in　her　arms；　reaching　for　Cristobal？s　wiggling　and　
whimpering　form　at　his　owner？s　feet。　


？Of　course。？　Serena　nodded。　？My　pleasure。？　Bailey　grabbed　her　arm　and　began　to　whisper　in　her　
ear。　？You　must　be　my　only　muse。　I？ll　dress　you　exclusively　in　my　designs；　just　like　Audrey　
Hepburn　and　Givenchy！？　But　Serena　barely　heard　him；　distracted　by　the　sight　of　Nate　putting　his　
T…shirt　back　on。　He　waved；　mouthing；　？I？ll　talk　to　you　later；？　as　he　backed　toward　the　exit。　She　
sighed。　So　much　for　taking　advantage　of　her　hotel　suite。　

That？s　okay？they　have　the　rest　of　their　lives　to　spend　together。　Don？t　they？　

b　can　barely　contain　herself　

Nate　rounded　the　corner　of　Nineteenth　Street　and　crossed　Sixth　Avenue；　without　waiting　for　the　
walk　signal。　The　Container　Store　loomed　up　ahead；　its　huge　display　windows　and　royal　blue　
awnings　a　little　too　showy　for　a　store　that　sold　plastic　storage　bins　and　shower　racks。　Nate　pushed　
through　the　glass　doors　and　into　the　enormous　store；　taking　in　the　high　ceilings　and　fake　
Romanesque　columns。　He　searched　for　a　familiar　chestnut…brown　head　of　hair　as　he　strode　down　
the　wide　central　path；　glancing　down　endless　aisles　with　labels　like　SHELVING；　CLEANING；　
HOME　OFFICE；　KITCHEN；　and　BATH。　The　store　was　heavily　air…conditioned；　and　he　could　feel　
goose　bumps　forming　all　over　his　still…damp　body。　He？d　felt　bad　running　out　on　Serena　like　that；　
but　he？d　been　so　relieved　when　Blair　had　called　and　invited　him　to　e　dorm…room　shopping。　
She　sounded　almost　normal？a　thousand　times　calmer　than　she？d　been　when　he？d　last　seen　her？and　
he　wanted　to　take　advantage　of　her　being　in　a　good　mood。　At　least　she　couldn？t　kill　him　in　such　a　
public　place。　

Don？t　be　so　sure？that　girl　loves　to　make　a　scene。　

Finally　he　spotted　her；　looking　radiant　in　a　sea…green　cotton　sundress？not　the　most　practical　outfit　
for　dorm　room　shopping；　but　then　Blair　was　never　practical。　Her　hair　was　a　little　longer　than　he　
last　remembered　it；　and　streaked　with　strands　of　gold。　He　blinked；　wondering　if　the　chlorine　had　
done　something　to　his　eyes。　She　was　standing　by　a　desk　that　advertised　custom…made　closets；　
arguing　with　a　harried…looking　salesgirl　in　a　dark　blue　apron　that　read　CONTAIN　YOURSELF！　A　
long　line　of　people　stood　behind　her；　shuffling　their　feet　impatiently　and　checking　their　watches。　
Of　course；　Blair　could　have　cared　less。　

　Of　course。　

Her　little　brother　Tyler　and　stepbrother；　Aaron；　were　with　her；　piles　of　oddly　shaped　bins　stacked　
at　their　feet　as　they　waited　for　Blair；　their　faces　slack　with　boredom。　Tyler　pulled　a　set　of　plastic　
clips　out　of　the　packaging　and　stuck　them　all　over　his　clothing；　clipping　the　last　one　over　the　
bridge　of　his　nose。　Aaron　was　reading　a　book　covered　in　ribbed　cardboard；　one　of　the　display　
books　that　stores　used　to　make　the　living　room　displays　look　lived…in。　Nate　had　always　assumed　
those　books　were　blank　inside。　Given　the　glazed　look　in　Aaron？s　eyes；　maybe　they　were。　


？Hey　guys；？　Nate　called　over　to　them。　Aaron　and　Tyler　looked　up　and　smiled　relieved　smiles。　
Now　that　Nate　was　there；　they　could　be　excused　from　Her　Highness？s　service。　

？Oh；　good；　you？re　here；？　Blair　observed。　？One　sec。？　She　turned　back　to　the　salesgirl。　？Thanks　
for　yourhelp　；？　she　snapped　icily；　stepping　away　from　the　desk。　

？They？re　all　morons；？　she　announced　lo