gossip girl 11 英文-第35部分

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with　tears。　She　wiped　them　away　hastily；　trying　not　to　ruin　her　makeup。　Looking　up　at　their　
smiling；　happy　faces；　she　couldn？t　help　really　missing　Serena？and　how　simple　things　used　to　be。　
She　couldn？t　believe　that　as　of　tomorrow　they？d　be　in　two　totally　different　places；　living　totally　
different　lives。　Blair　looked　over　at　Serena；　who　was　sitting　at　a　table　next　to　Chuck　and　his　
disgusting　primate。　On　the　other　side　of　the　table　were　Kati　and　Isabel；　Isabel　perched　on　a　chalky　
white　fake…statue　model？s　lap。　

At　least　someone？s　enjoying　the　party！　


Serena　turned　and　caught　Blair？s　eye。　She　grabbed　a　plate　from　the　table　in　front　of　her　and　
pretended　to　strum　it　like　she？d　played　the　tennis　racket　in　the　picture；　putting　it　back　down　again　
and　giggling。　Then　she　blew　Blair　a　kiss。　

Blair　laughed；　then　sniffled。　For　the　first　time　in　their　lives；　she　and　Serena　wouldn？t　be　able　to　
walk　over　to　each　other？s　houses　whenever　they　felt　like　it；　or　sit　on　the　steps　of　the　Met　gossiping　
for　hours。　Soon　she　and　Nate　would　be　at　Yale；　living　together　like　real　grown…ups；　and　Serena　
would　be　here　in　the　city；　busily　being　the　next　big　thing。　Blair　shook　her　head；　bewildered　by　
how　much　things　had　changed　in　what　really　was　so　little　time。　

Serena　watched　Blair？s　foxlike　profile　as　the　slide　changed　in　time　to　Eleanor？s　pletely　
ridiculous　music　selection。　On…screen；　Serena；　Nate；　and　Blair　were　ten　years　old；　eating　
Fudgsicles　in　Central　Park　on　Blair？s　favorite　navy　blue　Yale　blanket。　Nate　sat　cross…legged　while　
the　girls　perched　precariously　on　each　of　his　knees。　Serena？s　eyes　filled　with　tears　at　the　
realization　that　even　back　then；　they　were　sharing　him。　

Sharing　is　caring；　right？　

As　much　as　things　had　changed；　some　things　had　always　been　the　same。　She　looked　around　for　
Nate　and　spied　him　standing　near　the　Met？s　front　doors；　his　gaze　locked　on　the　screen。　She　raised　
her　hand　and　waved；　trying　to　get　his　attention；　but　he　didn？t　see　her。　She　grabbed　the　snowy　
white　tablecloth　in　her　fist　and　squeezed　the　material　between　her　fingers　as　Chuck？s　white　
monkey　climbed　onto　her　arm　and　began　picking　at　her　blond　hair。　

？Sorry；？　Chuck　whispered；　removing　the　monkey　from　her　shoulder　and　placing　it　in　his　lap。　？If　
you　don？t　behave？？he　wagged　his　index　finger　in　the　monkey？s　face？？I？m　sending　you　to　the　zoo。　
And　I　think　we　both　know　they　don？t　have　cupcakes　and　champagne　there。？　Vanessa　watched　the　
screen；　surprised　to　see　her　own　enormous　face　smiling　down　at　her　as　an　image　of　her　
Williamsburg　apartment　appeared。　Her　shaved　head　was　tilted　toward　Blair？s　shining　brunette　
mane；　their　tongues　stuck　out　at　the　camera；　near…white　polish　gleaming　on　Blair？s　nails　as　she　
held　one　hand　up　in　the　peace　sign。　Vanessa　smiled；　still　clinging　to　Dan？s　hand　as　she　waited　for　
the　next　slide。　

？It？s　so　weird　that　you　guys　were　roommates；？　Dan　muttered。　

？Totally；？　Vanessa　whispered。　But　even　though　they　still　had　nothing　in　mon；　Vanessa　was　
glad　she　and　Blair　were　friends。　As　different　as　they　were；　they？d　accepted　their　differences　and　
painted　each　other？s　toenails。　And　wasn？t　that　what　true　friendship　was　about？　Vanessa　nearly　
gagged　at　her　own　sentimentality；　but　it　was　all　true；　so　fuck　it。　

Dan　stared　up　at　a　large　photograph　of　Serena　at　the　Raves　show；　suddenly　noticing　himself　up　
on　stage　in　the　background；　sweat　dripping　from　his　black　T…shirt；　his　hair　flying　as　he　jumped　into　
the　air；　mike　cord　wrapped　around　one　skinny　arm。　He　laughed　at　his　own　idiotic　antics　and　
squeezed　Vanessa？s　fingers　for　reassurance。　Vanessa　had　been　with　him　through　every　bizarre　


moment　over　the　last　year？from　back　when　he　was　just　a　nerdy　guy　scribbling　in　a　shabby　
notebook　all　the　time；　to　a　published　poet　in　theNew　Yorker　；　to　an　almost　rock　star。　

Almost。　Except　for　the　whole　puking…on…stage　part。　And　now；　on　the　verge　of　a　road　trip　out　West　
that　would　lead　him　God　knew　where；　she　was　still　here？and　still　holding　his　hand。　

You　love　my　lady　lumps。　Check　it　out！　

The　screen　flicked　to　an　ad　for　Serena？s　Tears。　Serena　stood　in　Central　Park　in　a　skimpy　yellow　
dress；　one　lone　tear　glistening　on　her　smooth；　perfect　cheek。　Next　came　a　shot　of　Blair；　starring　in　
her　fourth…grade　production　ofAnnie　；　an　enormous　grin　on　her　face。　She？d　refused　to　wear　a　wig　
and　had　chosen　brown　pigtails　instead；　calling　it　artistic　license。　

Next　Nate　recognized　a　photo　he？d　taken　of　Blair　sun…bathing　on　his　roof；　one　eye　closed　in　an　
adorable　wink。　Then　there　was　a　picture　of　Serena　on　the　set　ofBreakfast　at　

Fred？s；　wearing　an　enormous　wide…brimmed　black　Bailey　Winter　hat；　a　triple　strand　of　creamy　
white　pearls　around　her　throat；　blowing　the　camera　a　kiss。　And　finally　came　a　photo　of　Blair？s　and　
Serena？s　faces　pressed　together；　beaming　at　the　camera；　the　frame　so　tight　that　there　was　nothing　
else　in　the　picture　but　their　two　gorgeous　faces。　

Nate　ran　his　fingers　through　his　hair。　The　only　thing　missing　from　the　photo　of　Blair　and　
Serena？s　smiling　faces　was　his　own　face　wedged　between　them。　He？d　always　been　there；　in　
between　them？ing　between　them。　

Nate　watched　as　Serena　got　up　from　her　seat　and　hurried　across　the　room　to　Blair？s　table。　The　
two　girls　stood　in　front　of　one　another　for　a　moment　and　then　Serena　opened　her　arms；　pulling　
Blair　in　for　a　hug　and　resting　her　shining　blond　head　on　Blair？s　shoulder。　Blair　turned　her　head　to　
the　side；　and　Nate　could　see　the　tears　streaking　her　face；　even　in　the　dim　light　of　the　darkened　
room。　

As　he　watched　the　two　girls　he　loved　holding　each　other　and　crying；　a　smile　crept　across　his　face。　
It　slowly　grew　and　grew　and　the　rest　of　his　face　brightened。　He　pushed　through　the　glass　doors　of　
the　Met　just　as　the　lights　went　up　and　slipped　out　into　the　warm　August　night；　running　down　the　
stone　steps。　They　were　the　same　steps　he？d　sat　on　with　Blair　and　Serena　a　million　times；　their　
perfect　legs　extending　from　their　short；　itchy　Constance　uniforms；　cigarettes　and　coffees　in　their　
hands。　At　the　bottom　of　the　steps　he　stopped　and　looked　back　at　the　imposing　stone　building　with　
its　brightly　colored　banners。　He　was　going　to　think　with　his　balls　once　and　for　all。　

Uh…oh。　Is　he　going　to　steal　more　Viagra？　

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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　

　hey　people！　

This　late　night　post…party　wrap…up　is　ing　at　you　from　the　luxurious　confines　of　my　boudoir；　
cats　and　kittens；　where　I？m　lying　in　bed　wrapped　in　one…thousand…thread…count　Egyptian　cotton　
sheets。　I？m　also　scarfing　the　only　surefire　hangover　buster？chocolate　croissants　from　Balthazar。　
But　none　of　this　is　nearly　as　deliciously　or　delectably　yummy　asB？　s　goodbye　party。　All　I　have　to　
say　is；　if　you　weren？t　there；　too　bad。　You　missed　out　on　the　party　of　the　year？if　not　the　century。　
But　I　won？t　rub　it　in　your　faces？too　much。After　all；　there？s　always　next　year。　Or　not。　

Anyhoozle；　I？ve　just　taken　my　La　Mer　ice　mask　out　of　the　freezer　and　am　ready　to　lie　back　in　
bed　and　depuff　my　tired　lids；　so　this　will　have　to　be　a　quickie。　And　everyone　knows　that　
sometimes；　quickies　are　just　what　the　doctor　ordered。　Notthat　kind　of　quickie！　Get　your　mind　out　
of　the　gutter。

　sightings　

Cand　his　new　friendG　are　inseparable？and　the　party　was　no　exception。　Those　of　you　who　stuck　it　
out　until　the　bitter　end　will　rememberC　andG　dancing　around　a　fast…melting　ice　
sculpture？whileC　？s　fuzzy　white　snow　monkey　stuffed　his　furry　muzzle　with　gold…flecked　
cupcakes。　。　。　。K　andI　in　the　Met？s　bathroom　stalls；　their　arms　and　legs　streaked　with　white　paint；　
taking　turns　holding　one　another？s　hair　out　of　their　faces。　That　flight　down　to　Rollins　together　is　
going　to　be　brutal。B　having　her　picture　taken　arm　in　arm　withS　on　the　front　steps　of　the　Met？guess　
those　two　kissed　and　made　up？again。　。　。　。　Speaking　of　performances　on　the　steps　of　the　Met；　how　
about　those　crazy　Czech　weirdos；　doing　their　encore　performance　of　？Ode　to　Love？　at　about　4　
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