gossip girl 9 英文-第4部分

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MTVMusic　Awards　after…party　at　Lindsay？s　loft。　

But　summer　and　the　beach　go　hand　in　hand；　and　I　could　neverpletely　forsake　the　shore；　but　
that　heartthrob　actor　T　has　donejust　that；　abandoning　his　lavish　spread　on　the　North　Shore　（yes；the　
one　you　saw　on　that　episode　ofCribs　）　to　spend　a　steaming…hot　summer　in　sticky　New　York　City。　
Now　that？s　dedication。　

　across　the　pond　

I　know　we　started　out　as　an　English　colony；　but　we　won　the　war（no　hard　feelings！）　and　therefore　
we　do　things　a　bit　differently　


on　this　side　of　the　pond。　I　like　the　whole　royalty　thing？　especially　a　certain　heir　to　the　throne　and　
his　party…monster　redheaded　younger　brother？but　there？s　a　lot　about　the　English　that　I　just　don？t　
understand。　For　example；　I　hear　that　a　certain　young；　foxy；　blue…eyed　American　girl　we　all　know　
and　love　has　gotten　herself　mixed　up　with　a　titled　gentleman　who　seems　to　have　eyes　for　his；　um；　
cousin？　Apparently；　in　some　grand　old　English　families　it？s　perfectly　acceptable　to　ask　your　
cousin　to　move　in　for　the　summer；　to　hold　her　hand　during　intimate　dinners　at　London？s　finest　
restaurants；　to　slip　away　together　to　the　thatch…roofed　country　house　for　a　weekend　foxhunt。　
How？s　that　for　culture　shock？

　your　e…mail　

Q：　
Dear　GG；　

My　mom　insisted　that　I　take　an　internship　at　a　glossy　magazine　this　summer。　She　says　it？ll　help　
prepare　me　for　the　real　world；　but　I　feel　like　I？m　the　only　one　spendingmy　summer　cooped　up　
inside　the　fashion　closet；　packing　next　season？s　Marc　Jacobs　shoes　into　boxes　and　keeping　track　
of　the　Me&Ro　jewelry。　It？s　like　working　in　retail；and　besides；　I　have　the　rest　of　my　life　to　work；　
don？t　I？Shouldn？t　I　be　chilling　at　the　beach　with　my　babeliciousboyfriend　or　something？

　？In　the　Closet　

A：　
Dear　In　the　Closet；　

How　do　you　think　I　feel？　I？m　still　here；　albeit　with　the　A/Ccranked　and　a　chilled　bottle　of　Dom　
next　to　the　puter；hard　at　work；　serving　all　your　gossip　needs。　But　seriously：help　yourself　to　
something　Guccilicious　from　the　sunglassdrawer。　You　deserve　it！　（And　no　one　will　notice　if　you　
throwsomething　in　for　your　boyfriend；　too。）　

　？GG　

Q：　
Dear　GG；　

Does　that　guy　N　have　a　long…lost　brother？　I　think　I　saw　him　at　the　Oyster　Shack　on　the　Island；　
but　it　couldn？t　have　been　the　same　guy；　this　guy　was　dressed　like　a　construction　worker　and　
hanging　out　with　some　skanky…looking　but　undeniably　hot　townie　chick。　Any　idea　what？s　going　
on？　

　？Double　Take　


　A：　
Dear　Double　Take；　

There？s　definitely　only　one　N。　If　he？s　in　the　construction　game　now；　I　suggest　you　hire　him　to　
e　over　and　build　you　a　deck。　Maybe　he？ll　work　up　a　sweat　and　then　you　can　invite　him　to　go　
skinny…dipping！　

　？GG　

　sightings　

B　getting　into　a　tiff　with　the　mousy…looking　handbag　clerk　at　Harvey　Nichols。　They？ve　got　
waiting　lists　in　London；　too；　but　some　girls　have　never　learned　that　patience　is　a　virtue。　S　
wandering　around　an　unfamiliar　part　of　the　Upper　East　Side？really　far　from　the　park？looking　
forlorn　and　buying　Purina　cat　chow　at　the　deli。　Maybe　she？s　trying　some　crazy　new　diet？　N　
strolling　along　Catachungo　Road　in　Hampton　Bays；　wearing　a　Yale　baseball　cap　and　standing　
quite　close　to　a　mystery　girl　wearing　a　pink　tube　top　embellished　with　Old　Navy　logos。　I　must　
have　missed　their　Hamptons　store　opening。　V　settling　into　a　maroon　leather　barber　chair　at　an　
old…school　barbershop　on　the　Upper　West　Side；　ignoring　the　men…only　rule。　Maybe　someone　
should　tell　her　that　she？s　definitely　not　in　Brooklyn　anymore。　D　curled　up　on　a　bench　in　Union　
Square；　reading　a　thick　paperback　book　on　kundalini　yoga　while　smoking　a　cigarette。　Is　he　
planning　to　write　an　epic　poem　about　yoga　positions　for　lung　cancer　patients？　Who　wants　to　know？　
I　know　I　do。　

And　you　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

townies　are　people　too　

Nate　guided　his　trusty　Schwinn　off　the　gravelly　road　and　onto　the　dirt　shoulder　in　front　of　the　
Oyster　Shack；　managing　to　avoid　a　replay　of　his　humiliating　wipeout　yesterday。　After　their　ice　
cream；　Tawny　had　taken　him　to　get　his　tire　fixed　at　Bob？s　Gas　？n？　Dogs　and　it　was　as　good　as　new。　
He　breathed　in　the　fresh　air　appreciatively。　He？d　only　smoked　a　third　of　a　joint　that　morning；　so　
his　head　was　clear。　

　That？s　a　first。　

Even　though　it　was　only　six　o？clock；　the　Oyster　Shack　was　crowded　with　kids　in　shorts　and　


halter　tops　eating　fries　and　drinking　canned　Bud。　Leaning　the　bike　on　the　kickstand；　Nate　ambled　
over　to　the　barnred　picnic　bench　where　Tawny　sat　smoking　a　Virginia　Slim；　a　devilish　little　smile　
on　her　full；　opalescent　peach？glossed　lips。　

Normally　Nate　would　have　felt　kind　of　stupid　meeting　a　girl　on　a　bike；　but　he　kind　of　enjoyed　the　
workout；　the　breeze　in　his　face　and　the　wind　in　his　hair。　Of　course；　he　could　enjoy　the　wind　in　his　
hair　behind　the　wheel　of　his　dad？s　powder　blue　1978　vintage　Aston　Martin　convertible　parked　in　
his　garage　only　twenty　minutes　away；　but　the　car　was　the　Captain？s　pride　and　joy；　and　Nate　
wasn？t　allowed　to　drive　it　alone；　much　less　into　one　of　the　Hamptons？　less　desirable　
neighborhoods；　like　Hampton　Bays。　

After　they？d　shared　an　innocent　ice　cream　cone　and　gotten　Nate？s　bike　fixed　yesterday；Tawny　
had　suggested　they　meet　up　for　dinner　today。　Nate　hardly　needed　convincing；　like　a　good　
ex…girlfriend；　Fate　always　pulled　through　for　him；　right　when　he　needed　her。　Just　when　his　
loneliness　had　started　to　get　him　down；　he？d　happened　to　meet　confident；　sexy　Tawny。　

？You　made　it；？　she　chirped；　stubbing　her　cigarette　out　on　the　table　and　tossing　the　butt　in　the　
grass　behind　her。　She　was　wearing　a　peach…colored　bikini　top　and　a　black　jersey　wrap…around　skirt　
that　showed　off　her　tanned；　round；　but　firm　thighs。　Her　hair　was　down；　grazing　her　freckled　
shoulders；　and　her　peachy　lips　matched　the　bikini　straps　that　were　falling　off　her　
shoulders。　？Without　falling。？　

？Yeah；　no　accidents　this　time。？　Nate　laughed；　shaking　his　head。　He　flipped　down　the　collar　of　the　
clean　but　faded　light　blue　Brooks　Brothers　shirt　he？d　changed　into　after　work　and　slipped　onto　the　
bench　across　from　her。　？So　I？d　say　the　day　is　going　pretty　well。？　

？How　was　work？？Tawny　asked　as　she　smeared　some　goopy　vanilla…scented　stuff　on　her　lips。　
Nate　could　smell　it　from　where　he　sat。　

？Just　the　usual：　backbreaking　manual　labor。？　He？d　spent　all　of　yesterday　and　today　nailing　new　
shingles　onto　Coach　Michaels？s　roof。　His　hands　were　riddled　with　calluses　and　his　arms　
ached。　？I？m　working　for　my　coach；　so　it？s　not　like　I　can　slack　off。　He？s　kind　of　an　asshole。　I　guess　
it？s　just　like　practice。？　

Only　without　the　stick。　And　the　ball。　And　the　rest　of　the　team。　

？You　must　really　like　him；　though；　to　want　to　work　for　him　all　summer；？Tawny　countered。　

Nate　shrugged；　rubbing　his　hand　over　his　stiff　neck。　？I　guess。？　No　need　to　tell　her　about　the　
stolen　Viagra　and　the　withheld　diploma；　right？

　Best　not。　

？Poor　boy；？　she　cooed。　？Maybe　you　need　a　massage。　I　can　practice　on　you。　I？m　totally　going　to　


be　an　LMT　after　I　graduate。？　

He　had　no　idea　what　she　was　talking　about。　LMT？

　Low…class　mega…slut　townie？　

？Alicensed　massage　therapist；　silly！　I　can？t　believe　you　didn？t　know　that。　Anyway；　I　talked　to　
these　people　at　this　spa　in　Sag　Harbor　and　they　might　let　me　do　an　actual　internship。　You　know；　
practicing　on　real　people？　I？m　so　psyched。？　She　leaned　in　across　the　table　and　began　massaging　
Nate？s　forearm；　using　both　of　her　hands　and　applying　a　surprising　amount　of　pressure；　her　long　
manicured　fingertips　scraping　his　skin　like　ice　scrapers　on　a　car　windshield。　？See？？　she　
asked。　？Doesn？t　that　feel　good？？　

It　did　feel　good；　sort　of；　but　Nate　was　much　more　interested　in　the　view：　Tawny　was　leaning　so　
far　forward　that　her　impressive　pear…shaped　boobs　were　totally　visible。　

？So；　um；　you？re　still　in　high　school；　then？？　Nate　mumbled；　remembering　that　it　was　his　turn　to　
say　something。　？I　just　graduated。？　Saying　that　felt　good。　It　made　him　feel　manly。

　Oh　boy。　

？I？m　graduating　next　year；？　she　explained；　moving　her　hands　from　his　forearm　to　his　chest；　
which　was　tight　from　hammering。　？I　can？t　wait。　I？m　so　sick　of　high　school。　I　figure　I？ll　get　my　
certification；　you　know；　get　a　house　in　the　Bays。　If　you？re　good；　you　can　make　such　awesome　cash　
from　the　summer　crowd　you　don？t　have　to　work　the　rest　of　the　year。　That？s　totally　my　plan：　make　
a　good　living　mooching　off　summer　people。？　She　laughed。　

？Cool。？　Nate　was　having　trouble　concentrating　on　what　Tawny　was　saying　because　her　boobs　
were　practically　in　his　lap。　He？d　tuned　her　out　so　pletely　she　sounded　kind　of　like　the　parents　
in　a　Peanuts　cartoon。Wah…wah…wah…wah…wah。　Her　lips　looked　so　full　and　peach…colored　and　shiny；　
and　she　smelled　like　vanilla。　

He　pitched　his　head　forward　and　lightly　kissed　her；　touching　her　cheeks　gently。　Her　mouth　tasted　
like　Diet　Coke　and　some　sort　of　artificial　but　totally　delicious　fruit。　

After　a　few　moments　she　giggled　and　pulled　away。　？We　can　do　that　all　night；　but　I　want　to　know　
about　your　plans　too；？　she　went　on；　sitting　back　down　and　taking　his　hand。　？You　can　tell　me　all　
about　it　over　dinner。？　

？Sure；　yeah。？　Nate　stood　and　patted　his　pocket　to　make　sure　he？d　remembered　to　bring　his　wallet。　
He　wondered　if　the　Oyster　Shack　accepted　platinum　American　Express。　He　licked　his　lips；　which　
tasted　sort　of　slick　and　fruity　now　themselves　and　would　probably　make　his　beer　taste　like　pi？a　
colada。　？Let？s　get　something　to　eat　and　I？ll　tell　you　my　whole　master　plan。？　


Nate　Archibald　has　a　master　plan？　

？Sounds　impressive。？　Tawny　giggled　again　as　she　stood　and　gathered　up　her　cigarettes；　her　
lighter；　and　her　gold　pleather　XOXO　clutch　with　buckles　all　over　it。　

？Well；　I？m　starting　Yale　in　a　couple　of　months？？　

？Yale？　Really？　Damn；　that？s　a　good　school。？　She　linked　her　arm　with　Nate？s。　？And　expensive。？　

Then　again；　education　is　like　a　Birkin　bag？how　can　you　put　a　price　on　such　things？　

b　is　for　betrothed　

Blair　Waldorf　crossed　her　legs　and　leaned　back　in　the　deep…brown　high…backed　leather　chair。　
Lifting　the　white　Spode　porcelain　teacup　to　her　lips；　she　took　a　dainty　sip　of　lukewarm　Earl　Grey　
tea　and　smiled　at　Jemima；　the　salesgirl　who　was　hovering　over　her。　？Miss　Waldorf；？　Jemima　
tittered；　handing　Blair　a　small　navy　blue　leather　portfolio。　？Whenever　you？re　ready。？　

Blair　opened　the　book；　inside　were　her　black　American　Express　card；　a　receipt；　and　a　pen；　which　
she　grabbed；　signing　the　dotted　line　without　glancing　at　it。　

？Lovely。　Now；　I？ve　had　your　parcels　packed　up　and　they？ll　be　off　to　Claridge？s　shortly。　Can　I　do　
anything　else　for　you？　Fetch　a　taxi；　perhaps？？　

？No；　thank　you。？　She　smiled　gracefully。　？I　think　I？ll　walk。？　

She　had　been　sitting　fortably　in　a　private　back　room　in　a　new　boutique　called　Kid　in　West　
London　for　an　hour；　keeping　Jemima；　a　pretty　brunette　with　terrible　teeth；　busy　fetching　every　
style　of　boot　they　stocked。　As　she　tried　on　the　twenty…plus　pairs　of　boots；　she？d　had　two　cups　of　
tea；　glanced　at　the　new　issue　of　FrenchVogue　；　and　made　a　telephone　call　to　Lord　Marcus。　
Voicemail。　She　wondered　if　he　was　working；　or　if　he　was　off　with　Camilla　somewhere；　buying　
new　croquet　mallets；　or　。。。