gossip girl 11 英文-第3部分

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knew　about　them。　

That　makes　sense。　

？Uh…huh；？　Serena　replied　excitedly。　？Look　atthese。　？　She　pulled　some　old　photos　from　her　bag　
and　handed　them　to　Blair。　

Blair　stared　down　at　the　picture　of　Nate　sleeping；　the　words　BUCK　NAKED　scrawled　across　his　
adolescent；　scrawny　chest　in　black　magic　marker。　She？d　written　the　？BUCK？　part；　and　Serena？s　
wavy　script　had　filled　in　the　？NAKED？？they　hadn？t　even　talked　about　it；　they？d　just　had　the　exact　


same　thought　at　the　exact　same　time。　Blair　laughed；　running　her　fingers　over　the　slick　surface　of　
the　photograph。　？I　can？t　believe　you　found　this！　What　were　we；　like；　thirteen？　We　were　so　
freaking　immature！？　They　looked　so　innocent；　lying　there　with　Nate　between　them。　Blair　smiled；　
suddenly　feeling　nostalgic。　The　Three　Musketeers？that？s　what　their　parents　had　called　them　since　
grade　school；　a　cluster　of　adults　shaking　their　heads　and　smiling　as　Serena　and　Blair　tackled　Nate　
in　their　various　living　rooms；　sitting　on　top　of　him　until　he　screamed。　

Sounds　like　a　dream　e　true。　

？Oh　my　God。？　Blair　turned　to　face　Serena　and　pushed　her　sunglasses　up　on　top　of　her　head。　
Some　girl？s　art　portfolio　nearly　slapped　Blair　as　the　girl　hurried　up　the　stone　steps。　？Remember　in　
seventh　grade　when　we　all　drank　a　bottle　of　champagne；　and　Nate　had　to　go　out　to　dinner　with　his　
dad　afterwards；　totally　tipsy？？　Serena　laughed　as　she　stuffed　the　photos　back　into　her　bag。　？How　
could　I　forget？　And　remember　how　we　went　back　to　your　house　and　tried　to　make　brownies？　
Except　we　were　both　so　uncoordinated　we　spilled　the　batter　all　over　the　floor；　and　then　Kitty　
Minky　ate　it　and　threw　up　in　your　mom？s　closet？all　over　her　new　pair　of　Fendi　boots？　I？ve　never　
seen　your　mom　that　mad　before。？　Blair　laughed；　moving　slightly　closer　to　Serena　on　the　steps。　Her　
anger　was　slowly　dissolving。　If　Serena　would　just　confess　about　that　fucking　love　letter；　Blair　
could　just　forgive　her　and　they　could　move　on。　With　her　family　turning　on　her；　she　really　needed　
her　best　friend。　

？Can　I　bum　a　smoke？？　Blair　eyed　Serena？s　slouchy　black　leather　Gucci　bag。　Serena　nodded　and　
pulled　out　her　pack　of　Gauloises；　handing　one　to　her。　Even　though　she？d　brought　her　own　Merit　
Ultra　Lights；　Blair　decided　that　with　Yale　ing　up　so　soon；　she？d　better　start　smoking　a　more　
serious　brand　of　cigarettes。　

Doesn？t　she　mean　more　pretentious？　

A　horde　of　little　kids　dressed　in　shorts　and　T…shirts　stumbled　up　the　steps；　holding　onto　a　long　
piece　of　red　rope。　Blair　watched　as　the　kids　struggled　to　make　it　to　the　top　of　the　steps；　yelling　and　
laughing；　all　moving　together　in　a　group。　She　remembered　how　in　first　grade；　for　whatever　
ridiculous　reason；　everyone　in　her　class　had　decided　that　she　had　cooties。　Serena　was　the　only　one　
who　would　talk　to　her。　And　then；　of　course；　as　soon　as　she　had　accepted　Blair；　everyone　else　had　
been　quick　to　follow。　Serena　never　had　trouble　finding　people　to　worship　her　and　copy　her　every　
move；　even　back　when　they　could　barely　form　sentences。　

Serena　exhaled　a　cloud　of　sweetly　scented　smoke。　？Sometimes　I　can？t　believe　we　were　ever　that　
young。？　

Like　they？re　so　ancient　now。　

？Iknow　。？　Blair　pushed　her　glossy　dark　hair　off　her　shoulders。　？I　can？t　believe　we？re　going　to　
college　in　a　week。？　She　looked　at　the　group　of　kids　again。　Two　girls　were　fighting　over　a　place　on　
the　red　rope。　？I　can？t　wait　to　get　to　Yale　and　just　start　over　again。　Can？t　you　just　picture　it？？　She　


closed　her　eyes；　smiling　happily　as　she　conjured　up　the　freshly…mowed　green　grass　strewn　with　
fall　leaves　and　ivy…covered　brick　walls。　Ah；Yale。　She　and　Nate　were　going　to　move　into　a　cozy　
colonial　house　and　live　happily　ever　after。　They　could　even　have　Serena　over　for　dinner　sometimes。　
She？d　regale　them　with　stories　about　the　single　life；　crazy　frat　parties；　and　silly　hookups　followed　
by　morning　walks　of　shame；　and　Blair　and　Nate　would　chuckle　and　smile　at　each　other　across　the　
table；　smugly　happy　that　they？d　found　theone　and　weren？t　out　there　getting　drunk　and　sloppy。　

Serena　closed　her　eyes　too；　and　tried　her　best　to　put　herself　there；　beside　Blair　and　Nate　at　Yale　in　
the　fall。　But　behind　her　closed　eyelids　lay　a　mass　of　empty；　undefined　darkness。　She　frowned。　She　
couldn？t　ignore　the　fact　that　every　time　she　tried　to　imagine　her　life　at　college；　she　wound　up　
drawing　a　plete　blank。　She　snapped　her　eyes　open　and　instantly　felt　forted　by　the　sight　of　
Fifth　Avenue；　its　sea　of　yellow　taxis　heading　downtown；　the　stately　green…awninged　buildings　with　
their　impeccably　dressed　doormen　who　wore　suits　and　white　gloves　no　matter　how　hot　it　was。　

Blair　took　a　drag　from　her　Galoise。　？So；　when　I　was　saying　I　wanted　to　kill　my　family　before　。　。　。　
I？m　kind　of　serious　this　time。　They？re　moving　to　L。A。　because　Cyrus　is　building　some　golf　course　
or　mall　or　something　putrid　that　the　people　out　there　like。　Of　course　theywould　leave　the　city　for　
the　fucking　natural…disaster　capital　of　the　world。？　She　rolled　her　eyes；　her　bitterness　starting　to　
creep　back　in。　

？What？？Serena　angled　her　body　toward　Blair？s；　so　that　their　knees　were　touching。　？Are　you　
serious？？　Blair　crushed　out　the　cigarette　beneath　the　heel　of　her　leopard…print　Repetto　ballet　
flats。　？She　gave　me　this　whole　sob　story　about　how　poor　baby　Yale　needed　to　be　raised　in　a　place　
that　had　abackyard。　？　？We　didn？t　have　backyards　and　we　turned　out　okay；？　Serena　replied；　her　
normally　smooth　brow　wrinkled　in　thought。Had　they　turned　out　okay？　Another　group　of　kids　ran　
up　the　massive　steps；　screaming　at　the　top　of　their　lungs。　

？That？s　whatI　said。？　Blair　threw　up　her　hands　in　exasperation。　？I　mean；　we　had　the　wholecity　to　
play　in。　Like　those　kids。They　don？t　look　unhappy。？　She　gestured　toward　the　group　of　
five…year…olds；　who　were　giggling　as　they　raced　each　other　up　the　giant　stone　steps。　Blair　
straightened　with　a　sudden　thought。　？But　actually；　maybe　I　won？t　have　to　kill　my　family　now。　
Maybe　an　earthquake　will　just　swallow　them　up。　Except　my　baby　sister；　of　course。　She　can　stay。？　
She　tried　to　laugh　but　couldn？t。　Nothing　was　funny　right　now。　

If　picturing　her　family　dead　doesn？t　make　her　happy；　maybe　she　should　try　something　less　
violent；　like　meditation。　

？Wow；？　Serena　observed　glumly；　twirling　a　long　piece　of　golden　hair　around　one　finger；　suddenly　
feeling　sad　and　serious。　She　looked　out　to　Fifth　Avenue　again；　just　as　a　bus　with　theBreakfast　at　
Fred？s　ad　rolled　by。　She　quickly　turned　away；　not　sure　why　seeing　it　made　her　feel　jittery　and　
unsettled。　？I　can？t　imagine　you　anywhere　else　but　right　here。　I　mean；　we？ve　lived；　like；　ten　blocks　
away　from　each　other　our　wholelives。　？　Blairhad　always　been　here　in　the　city；　right　by　her　side。　
Even　when　they　weren？t　getting　along？which　was　a　lot　of　the　time？it　had　made　her　feel　better　to　
know　that　Blair　was　just　half　a　mile　away；　sleeping　in　the　room　Serena　knew　so　well。　What　would　


Thanksgiving　or　Christmas　break　be　like　now　with　her　in　California？　Or　the　summers；　for　that　
matter？　Serena　had　always　thought　they？d　be　together　forever；　and　now　she　wasn？t　so　sure。　She　
looked　over　at　Blair；　who　was　deep　in　thought。　

？So；　I　told　you　about　how　the　release　date　of　my　movie　got　pushed　up；　right？　I？m　totally　stressed　
about　the　premiere；？　Serena　said；　deciding　to　change　the　subject　for　both　their　sakes。　She　pushed　
her　mass　of　hair　over　her　shoulder。　？There？s　a　press　conference　at　the　Soho　House　on　Tuesday；　
and　I？m　really　nervous。？　Blair　turned　to　her　friend　and　took　another　swig　of　cold　sweet　coffee。　
Serena　certainlyhadn？t　told　her　the　release　date　had　been　moved　up；　but　that　explained　why　she？d　
seen　her　face　and　the　words　？True　Love　Never　Lies？　pass　by　on　three　different　buses　since　they？d　
sat　down。　Serena　was　staring　straight　ahead；　and　Blair　couldn？t　tear　her　gaze　away　from　her　
perfect　profile。　Even　though　her　face　was　flushed　and　a　little　bit　sweaty　from　the　sun　overhead；　it　
should？ve　been　etched　in　glass　and　then　minted　onto　a　fucking　coin。　But　however　jealous　she　
might　be　of　the　fact　that　Serena　was　going　to　be　an　overnight　sensation；　she　had　to　admit　she　felt　
kind　of　proud；　too。　The　only　thing　better　than　having　fame　and　fortune　happen　to　you　was　to　have　
it　happen　to　your　best　friend。　

Excuse　me；　but　what　happened　to　the　Blair　we　all　know　and　love？　

？Don？t　worry。？　Blair　turned　and　gave　Serena？s　knee　a　squeeze。　？You？re　going　to　be　
fine。？　？Thanks。　That　means　a　lot　to　me；？　Serena　replied　slowly；　her　voice　soft。　？Oh；　and　will　you　
e　shopping　with　me　for　the　Met　party？？　？Of　course。？　Blair　nodded。　She　remembered　how　
much　fun　they　used　to　have　playing　dress…up　when　they　were　little；　trying　on　clothes　in　her　room　
all　afternoon　and　drinking　Campari　and　sodas　with　lime；　giggling　together　in　the　bathroom　mirror　
as　Serena　expertly　painted　Blair？s　lids　with　black　liner；　or　lacquered　her　nails　with　ballet　slipper　
pink　Essie　polish。　

Even　if　Serena　had　written　Nate　that　stupid　love　letter；　Blair　was　the　one　who　was　with　him　now。　
There　really　wasn？t　any　reason　they　couldn？t　still　be　best　friends。　Serena　would　be　the　famous　one　
and　Blair　would　be　。　。　。　the　happy　one。　

　Right。　

all　n　needs　now　is　a　peg　leg　

Nate　crossed　West　Forty…fourth　Street　and　headed　toward　the　imposing　beaux…arts　limestone　
building　that　housed　the　New　York　Yacht　Club。　The　large　bay　windows　resembled　the　sterns　of　
ships　and　made　Nate　wish　desperately　that　he　was　still　out　at　sea　with　Blair；　her　wet；　sandy　hair　
tickling　his　skin；　nothing　in　the　distance　but　blue　sky　and　endless　horizons。　He　only　felt　like　
himself　when　he　was　on　board　theCharlotte　；　far　away　from　the　city　and　the　pressures　of　real　life。　
Why　did　real　life　always　have　to　be　soplicated　？　He？d　been　back　on　dry　land　for　one　day；　and　


he　was　already　in　serious　trouble。　

Story　of　his　life。　

He　pushed　open　the　front　door　and　stepped　inside　the　opulent　interior　of　the　old　club。　The　
paneling　was　all　deep；　rich　mahogany；　and　everything　in　sight　was　gilded　in　gold。　He　pushed　his　
shoulders　back　and　tried　to　stand　up　a　little　straighter　as　he　climbed　the　ornate；　winding　marble　
staircase　toward　an　impeccably　dressed　attendant。　

？I？m　here　to　see　。　。　。　uh　。　。　。　Captain　Chips；？　Nate　said　stupidly；　realizing　he　couldn？t　even　
remember　Chips？s　last　name。　？I？m　Nate；　um；　Nathaniel　Archibald。？　The　attendant　looked　down　at　
his　metal　clipboard　and　quickly　found　his　name；　placing　a　neat　check　mark　right　beside　it。　

？Right　this　way；　Mr。　Archibald。　CaptainWhite　is　expecting　you　in　the　Grill　Room。？　The　attendant　
emphasized　the　name　White；　as　if　implying　that　Nate　ought　to　remember　it。　Nate　gulped　and　
followed　him　down　the　wooden　stairs　to　a　set　of　heavy　oak　doors。　

The　gracefully　curved　ceiling　of　the　Grill　Room　was　fashioned　out　of　planks　of　oak；　the　floors　
and　walls　paneled　in　the　dark　wood。　Round　tables　covered　in　white　linen　tablecloths　were　
scattered　around　the　cozy；　underground　space。　It　was　like　being　in　the　belly　of　a　tall　ship；　and　Nate　
instantly　felt　a　thousand　times　more　fortable。　He　could　almost　hear　the　wood　creaking　under　
his　feet　as　he　was　led　toward　a　man　dressed　in　full　navy　uniform；　gold　medals　shining　on　his　lapels。　
His　white　hair　wa