gossip girl 11 英文-第26部分

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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　
a。m。？　Were　they　eveninvited？　。　。　。N　walking　down　Fifth　Avenue　talking　in　hushed；　excited　tones　on　
his　cell。　Was　he　calling　his　dealer？　

Dawn　will　be　here　soon　enough；　and　you　know　I？ll　be　the　first　to　report　on　what　the　new　day　
brings　when　I　wake　up。　？Night；　all。　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

all　aboard？or　not　

Tick…tock；　tick…tock　。　。　。　


Blair　stood　beneath　the　giant　clock　atop　the　information　booth　in　the　middle　of　Grand　Central　
Station；　searching　the　crowd　impatiently　for　Nate。　The　main　hall　of　Grand　Central　was　mass　
pandemonium。　Travelers　rushed　to　their　trains；　suitcases　dragging　behind　them；　seemingly　
oblivious　to　the　train　station？s　elegant　beauty。　Grand　Central　was　so　much　nicer　than　any　other　
station　in　the　world；　with　its　marble　floors；　gold　leaf　molding；　and　beautiful　sea　green　mural　of　the　
constellations　on　the　ceiling。　When　Blair　was　little　she？d　loved　searching　for　the　scorpion；　her　
zodiac　sign。　

Not　that　she　was　really　in　any　mood　to　appreciate　the　beauty　of　the　old　train　station　today。　As　the　
impatient　muters　streamed　past　her；　Blair　felt　like　the　only　person　standing　still　in　the　whole　
place。　She　checked　her　watch　again？not　that　she　needed　to；　considering　she　was　standing　under　
the　biggest　fucking　clock　in　the　world。　Their　train　was　leaving　in　less　than　ten　minutes；　and　Nate　
wasn？t　there。　She　hadn？t　seen　him　since　she？d　toasted　the　good　news　about　Yale　last　night　with　
his　dad。　He？d　disappeared　at　the　end　of　the　party；　presumably　to　go　home　and　pack。　Of　course；　he　
was　bound　to　bring　all　the　wrong　things　and　forget　his　lacrosse　stick。　He　was　so　totally　helpless　
when　it　came　to　packing。　Blair　grabbed　her　cell　from　her　black…and…white　Balenciaga　bag　and　held　
down　the　number　three　again；　sighing　as　it　rang　and　rang　and　then　went　to　Nate？s　voice　mail。　
Again。　What　was　the　holdup？　She　couldn？t　wait　to　just　get　on　that　train　and　watch　the　landscape　
change　as　they　sped　away　from　the　city？and　everything　that　she　knew。　

She　straightened　the　hem　of　her　fitted　black　Chanel　dress；　which　she　wore　with　black　ballet　flats　
and　gold　hoop　earrings；　a　chic　white　hat　in　her　purse。　The　outfit　reminded　her　of　Audrey　Hepburn　
inSabrina　；　on　her　triumphant　return　home　from　a　year　in　Paris。　Sabrina　had　left　her　home　in　the　
suburbs　of　New　York　a　brokenhearted　and　shy　girl　and　had　returned　a　stylish；　sophisticated；　and　
mature　woman。　Blair　had　always　been　stylish　and　mature；　but　at　Yale　she　would　bee　even　
more　so。　She　threw　her　cell　back　into　her　bag；　tapping　one　of　her　ballet　flats　against　the　floor　as　
she　waited；　and　waited；　for　her　Humphrey　Bogart。　

Serena　hurried　through　Grand　Central；　her　yellow　flipflops　slapping　the　marble　as　she　ran。　She？d　
planned　on　getting　to　the　train　station　at　a　quarter　to　ten　to　say　one　last　goodbye　to　Blair；　but　of　
course　she？d　overslept？the　result　of　one　too　many　flutes　of　Dom　Perignon　last　night。　She？d　
thrown　on　her　white　eyelet　Anthropologie　sundress　and　her　largest　pair　of　vintage　white　Chanel　
sunglasses。　Getting　stopped　for　autographs　would　only　slow　her　down　and　make　her　even　later　
than　she　already　was。

　Tough　life。　

Finally　she　spied　Blair　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　main　hall；　tapping　her　foot　impatiently　and　
checking　her　watch。　Seeing　her　all　alone；　looking　so　small　amidst　the　bustling　throngs　of　people；　
Serena　felt　horrible　for　not　getting　there　earlier。　Blair　looked　so　worried；　craning　her　head　to　look　
over　the　crowd。　

But　where　was　Nate？　Serena　had　assumed　he？d　be　there　already　to　say　goodbye　to　Blair。　She　


smiled　brightly　as　she　approached。　？Hey！　I？m　so　glad　I　caught　you！？　？Hey。？　Blair？s　forehead　
wrinkled　in　surprise　when　she　saw　her。　？What　are　you　doing　here？？　？I　just　wanted　to　say　one　last　
goodbye；？　Serena　threw　her　arms　around　her　friend　and　hugged　her　tightly。　

Blair？s　tense　shoulders　relaxed　in　Serena？s　arms。　？Thanks。　That？s　really　sweet　of　you。？　She　
frowned　and　glanced　at　her　watch　again。　？I　shouldn？t　even　stillbe　here　right　now？Nate？s　fucking　
late　as　usual。？　Poor　Blair。　It　was　just　like　Nate　to　keep　her　waiting　one　last　time。　Serena　pushed　her　
sunglasses　farther　up　on　her　head。　？You　must　be　excited　to　finally　be　leaving　though；　right？？　Blair　
craned　her　head　and　looked　over　Serena？s　shoulder；　searching　the　crowd　nervously。　？Yeah；　but　I　
just　want　it　to　get　on　the　train　andgo　already！？　Even　though　Blair　was　being　impatient　and　crabby；　
Serena　smiled。　No　matter　how　much　things　changed；　Blair　would　always　be　the　same。　？So；　did　
you　ever　end　up　getting　in　touch　with　your　roommate？？　

？Yeah；　she　wrote　me　an　e…mail。　She　seems　okay。？　Blair　pulled　a　black　Nars　pact　from　her　
bag　and　checked　her　makeup。　？She？s　from　L。A。　Her　dad？s　a　dentist。？　？That？s　convenient。？　Serena　
smiled。　Maybe　Blair　would　be　okay　at　Yale　on　her　own　after　all。　？You　can　hang　out　with　her　on　
breaks　and　stuff。？　？I　seriously　doubt　I？ll　be　going　to　L。A。　for　break。？　Blair　slid　her　pact　back　
inside　her　bag。　？Nate　and　I　will　probably　spend　vacations　together。？　Serena　felt　a　little　sick。　Blair　
really　thought　she　and　Nate　would　still　be　together　e　Thanksgiving。　

Blair　pulled　her　cell　out　of　her　bag　and　looked　at　it；　checking　her　call　log　before　tossing　it　back　in　
her　bag　again。　？Knowing　Nate；　he？s　probably　still　packing。？　？Huh？？　Serena　demanded；　totally　
bewildered。　？What　for？？　？For　college？？　Blair　looked　through　her　bag　distractedly；　pulling　out　her　
train　ticket。　？I　mean；　I　know　he　wears　about　the　same　five　shirts　over　and　over　again；　but　I　
seriously　hope　he？s　bringingsomething　。？　？But　。　。　。　you　told　me　he　wasn？t　going　to　Yale　with　you。？　
What　was　Blairtalking　about？　What　was　going　on？　？He　told　me　he　didn？t　even　get　his　
diploma。？　？Oh　。　。　。　right。　No；　my　dad　got　him　back　in。　I　didn？t　tell　you　last　night？　I　guess　I　forgot　
once　I　told　him。？　Blair　put　her　ticket　back　in　her　bag。　She　couldn？t　stop　scanning　the　crowd　of　
muters　for　Nate？s　face；　or　checking　the　time　on　the　giant　clock　directly　above　them。　She　was　
starting　to　get　insanely　nervous。　Not　to　mention　pi