gossip girl 9 英文-第8部分

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in　the　Hamptons　for　a　while；　yet？I　usually　wait　until　theFourth　of　July　to　hunker　down　for　the　
season？but　I？ve　beengetting　reports　about　some　intriguing　activity　out　on　the　island。　Imight　have　
to　check　it　out　myself。　It？s　so　hard　to　be　me：　howcan　I　be　in　two　places？or　three　or　four　or　five？at　
once？　Notthat　I？ve　ever　had　a　problem　with　it　before。　

summer　survival　guide　

I？m　not　going　to　name　names？unusual　for　me；　I　know？butthere　are　plenty　of　repeat　offenders　out　
there。　So　as　a　refresher　course；　here？s　everything　you　need　to　know　about：　

　1）　Tanning　

Obviously；　the　real　thing　is　best。　If　Mother　Nature　isn？t　plying；　airbrushing　is　acceptable；　but　
remember；　whether　poolside　or　in　that　little　spray　chamber；　you　must　go　naked：　tan　lines　are　a　
turn…off。　And　remember　to　wax　two　days　before　and　exfoliate！　Your　streaks　and　splotches　aren？t　
fooling　anyone。　

　2）　Brows　

For　starters；　you　know　you？re　supposed　to　have　two；　right？　Now　put　down　the　tweezers。　No；　
throw　them　away。　Go　see　my　friend　Reese　at　Bergdorf？s　ASAP。　And　I　don？t　want　to　hear　any　
plaining　about　how　it？s　45　per　brow。

　3）　Waxing　

It？s　bathing　suit　season；　so　landscaping　isn？t　optional。　If　you？re　going　to　be　wearing　that　Eres　


bikini；　we？re　all　going　to　get　a　show。　Personally；　I　endorse　the　traditional　Brazilian　（no　pain；　no　
gain）。　And　while　I？ve　been　known　to　opt　for　a　precious　little　Swarovski　crystal　appliqu？　tattoo；　
there　really　is　no　need　to　gild　the　lily；　is　there？

　your　e…mail　

Q：　
Dear　GG；　
I　heard　there？s　a　pretty　racy　film　making　the　rounds　on　theInternet；　and　it　proves　that　a　certain　
someone　has　been　ina　movie　before。　It　was　shot　on　location　in　Central　Park；with　that　stud　N。　Her　
hair　looks　kind　of　brown　and　curly；but　it？s　got　to　be　S；　right？　
？Cineaste

　A：　
Dear　Cineaste；　
You？re　going　to　have　to　get　your　facts　straight：　there　was　a　movie；　from；　like；　a　year　ago；　and　no　
one　involved　in　that　production　has　anything　to　do　with　what？s　filming　here　right　now。　That　
well…endowed　star　is　off　making　art？and　who　knows　what　else？in　Prague。　Au　revoir！　
？GG　

Q：　
Dear　GG；　

There？s　this　really　annoying　girl　in　my　yoga　class？I？m　just　trying　to　get　in　shape　and　keep　busy　
while　my　best　friend　is　at；　like；　art　camp　in　Prague　for　the　summer？but　she？s　always　going　on　
about　how　yoga　is　a　？way　of　life。？　Anyway；　after　class　the　other　day　she　was　gushing　to　the　
teacher　about　some　new　？spiritual　book　lover；？　crush　and　he　sounded　suspiciously　like　someone　I　
know？only　not。　Like　his　evil　twin。　Or　his　good　twin。　Anyway；　I？m　confused。　Are　there　pod　people　
in　town　replacing　everyone　with　clones　or　what？

　？Scared

　A：　
Dear　Scared；　
This　is　an　intriguing　development。　I　doubt　it？s　aliens；　though？sometimes　it？s　nice　to　just　enjoy　a　

little　summer　fantasy。　Haven？t　you　ever　pretended　to　be　someone　you　weren？t　on　vacation？　Try　it　
sometime：　check　into　your　hotel　as　the　Principessa　de　Medici　or　something　like　that；　and　don？t　be　
surprised　if　management　sends　up　an　enormous　fruit　basket　or　some　Dom　Perignon。　Stretching　the　
truth　sometimes　has　its　merits。　

　？GG　

　sightings　

B　paying　an　excess…baggage　fee　at　the　Virgin　counter　at　Heathrow。　Souvenirs　for　friends　and　
loved　ones；　or　was　it　that　oversize　wedding　dress　garment　bag？　N　picking　up　a　few　staples；　like　
Visine　and　condoms；　at　White？s　Pharmacy　in　East　Hampton。　D　enjoying　a　very　healthy　fourveggie　
smoothie　at　Soho　Natural。　Maybe　he？s　shaping　up　for　swimsuit　season？　S　might　want　to　take　a　
page　from　his　book？after　sneaking　out　of　rehearsal　early；　she　headed　straight　to　the　Tuleh　sample　
sale　near　F。I。T。　and　then　made　a　not…so…brief　pit　stop　at　Cold　Stone　Creamery。　Now；　now：　looking　
like　a　star　is　half　the　work！　Not　that　she　ever　has　to　worry。　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

a　little　bird　told　me。　。　。　。　

？Nate　Archibald。　I　can？t　believe　my　eyes。？　

？Hey；　Chuck；？　muttered　Nate。　On　his　way　home　that　afternoon；　he？d　noticed　his　front　tire　was　a　
little　low　on　air；　so　he？d　pulled　into　the　BP　station　on　Springs　Road。　It　had　been　an　incredibly　hot　
day；　the　kind　of　day　with　no　ocean　breeze　to　break　up　the　haze；　so　Nate？s　hours　of　backbreaking　
labor　had　left　him　sweaty；　sunburned；　and　exhausted。　Judging　from　the　horrified　look　on　Chuck　
Bass？s　smooth；　naturally　tanned　face；　Nate　figured　he　must　look　pretty　terrible。　

　That？s　a　first。　

？Whathappened　to　you？？　gasped　Chuck。　He　pulled　his　vintage　Ray…Ban　aviators　down　the　length　
of　his　nose　and　handed　the　gas　station　attendant　a　fifty…dollar　bill。　？Keep　the　change。？　

？Nothing　happened；　man；？　Nate　responded；　annoyed。　He　removed　the　hose　from　his　tire　and　
bounced　the　bike　up　and　down　to　check　the　pressure。　

Despite　the　thick　heat；　Chuck　Bass　was　wearing　madras　board　shorts　and　a　gray　cashmere　hoodie。　
He　looked　as　perfectly　primped　as　usual；　his　thick　eyebrows　arched　tidily　above　his　piercing　


brown　eyes；　his　aftershave…mercial…handsome　square　chin　shaved　smooth。　He　extended　a　hand　
to　help　Nate　to　his　feet。　

？Given　up　on　cars？？　Chuck　asked；　nodding　at　Nate？s　bike。　？Don？t　tell　me　you？ve　gone　green　on　
us。？　

？Yeah。？　Nate　looked　hopefully　toward　the　tastefully　gray…shingled　BP　gas　station　for　someone　to　
save　him　from　Chuck。　

？Let　me　give　you　a　ride。？　Chuck　rattled　the　ice　in　the　plastic　cup　of　chilled　mocha　latte　that　he？d　
drained。　？It？s　a　hundred　degrees　out　and　you　look　like　you？ve　been　through　hell。　I　don？t　want　to　
imagine　how　you？ll　look　after　riding　all　the　way　back　to　Georgica　Pond　on　that　bike。？　

Nate　weighed　his　options：　half　an　hour　sweating　versus　ten　minutes　alone　with　Chuck　Bass？　

Damned　if　you　do；　damned　if　you　don？t。　

？Let？s　go。？　Nate　sighed。　The　thought　of　Chuck？s　air…conditioned　dove　gray　Jag　was　too　hard　to　
resist。　

Chuck　unlocked　the　car？s　trunk　and　Nate　stuffed　the　bike　into　it？he　wasn？t　sure　it　would　fit；　but　
the　trunk　was　surprisingly　big　and　they　were　able　to　rig　it　so　only　the　tip　of　the　tire　poked　through。　
Nate　slid　onto　the　white　leather　seat　and　slammed　the　heavy　door；　fastening　his　seat　belt　and　
gearing　up　for　the　ride。　

Chuck　turned　on　the　ignition　and　the　car　immediately　flooded　with　cold　air　and　blared　
Zeppelin？s　？Houses　of　the　Holy。？　

？I？ve　been　lying　on　the　beach　in　Sag　Harbor　all　day；　feeling　retro；？　Chuck　explained；　turning　the　
volume　down。　？So　。　。　。　let？s　catch　up。？　

？Catch　up；？　echoed　Nate　blankly。　He　could　tell　from　Chuck？s　tone　of　voice　that　he　was　going　to　
launch　into　a　barrage　of　questions。　Talking　with　Chuck　was　like　having　a　job　interview。　

？I　assume　you　heard　about　Blair。？　Chuck　fiddled　with　the　air　conditioner；　even　though　it　was　
already　freezing。　He　pulled　out　onto　the　road　connecting　Hampton　Bays　to　East　Hampton；　which　
Nate　had　practically　memorized　by　now。　Wine…grape　fields　alternated　with　tasteful　Colonial…style；　
gray…shingled　houses；　and　occasionally　he　caught　a　glimpse　of　the　dark　blue　ocean　behind　
someone？s　backyard。　

？Blair？？　Nate　asked　as　they　passed　the　Oyster　Shack　on　the　left。　He？d　been　so　preoccupied　with　
Tawny；　even　saying　Blair？s　name　aloud　felt　weird。　She　was　off　in　England　for　the　summer　with　
her　new　British　boyfriend　as　far　as　he　knew。　She　seemed　far　away　when　he　thought　about　her；　
even　though　their　paths　would　soon　cross　again。　She　might　be　madly　in　love　with　that　new　English　


dude；　but　there　was　no　way　Blair　Waldorf　was　going　to　abandon　her　lifelong　dream　of　going　to　
Yale　in　the　fall。　A　September　reunion　on　campus　was　inevitable。　

？She？sba…a…a…a…a…ck　。？　Chuck　drew　it　out　like　that　creepy　little　girl　in　the　moviePoltergeist　。　He　
rattled　the　ice　in　his　cup　and　slurped　up　the　coffee…flavored　water　that　had　gathered　at　the　
bottom。　？Just　got　off　the　plane　this　morning。？　

？Oh　yeah？？　Nate　fiddled　with　the　shoulder　strap　on　his　seat　belt。　Blair　was　back　from　London？　
Thatwas　news。　

？Yeah。？　Chuck　nodded　casually；　turning　the　stereo　down　further。　？I　wonder　if　she　and　Serena　
have　kissed　and　made　up。Again　。　If　you　know　what　I　mean。？　

？Blair　and　Serena　never　could　stay　mad　at　each　other　for　long；？　Nate　muttered；　drumming　his　
thumb　against　the　door　handle　in　time　to　the　music。　He　would　know？he　usually　caused　the　rifts　
between　them。　

？It？s　good　news　for　Serena；　though；？　Chuck　added　coyly。　？She　could　really　use　a　friend　right　
about　now。？　

Nate　didn？t　respond。　Everything　Chuck　said　made　him　feel　a　little　uneasy；　like　the　world　was　
moving　on　without　him。　He？d　only　been　in　the　Hamptons　for　a　week；　and　already　he　didn？t　know　
what　the　fuck　was　happening。　

？Word　is　she？s　having　alittle　trouble　with　the　whole　acting　thing；？　Chuck　observed。　？But　I？m　
sure　she？ll　e　out　on　top。　She　always　does。？　

？Acting；　right；？　Nate　repeated。　He？d　forgotten　about　Serena？s　movie。　It　seemed　totally　alien　
from　his　life　as　a　day　laborer。　Nate　was　suddenly　overwhelmed　with　the　desire　for　a　smoke。　He　
shoved　in　the　car？s　electric　lighter。　？You　don？t　mind；　do　you？？　

Chuck　shrugged。　？No　matter　how　much　trouble　Serena　might　be　having；　it？s　nothing　pared　
to　the　mess　Blair？s　got　herself　into。？　He　drove　fast；　veered　right　at　a　fork；　and　caused　the　tires　to　
squeal。　The　houses　were　getting　grander　and　the　lawns　bigger　the　farther　they　drove。　

？What　trouble？？　Nate　demanded；　igniting　the　half…smoked　joint　he？d　wisely　saved　for　just　such　a　
moment。　？Blair　just　came　back　from　London　in　a　hurry。　With　some　。。。parcels　。？　

？What　parcels？？　Nate　already　felt　extremely　stoned。　Was　it　him；　or　was　Chuck　such　a　huge　
asshole　he　was　almost　not　human；　like　an　android　or　something。　

？Well；　when　she　was　in　London；　Blair　bought　a　bunch　of　things　she　just　couldn？t　live　without。　
Like　a　wedding　dress。　And　one　of　those　old…fashioned　English　baby　carriages。　Then　she　booked　a　
ticket　back　to　New　York。？　


？What　are　you　trying　to　say？？　Nate　demanded。　A　big　white　event　tent　set　up　on　a　lawn　caught　his　
eye。　A　frou…frou　bride　and　mangy…haired　groom　holding　a　guitar　were　posing　for　pictures　by　an　
old　oak　tree　not　far　from　it。　Wannabe　rock　star　types　were　always　getting　married　in　the　
Hamptons。　

？Blair？s　back　in　a　big　hurry；　packing　a　wedding　dress　and　a　baby　carriage。。。。　I　don？t　know。？　
Chuck　sighed　impatiently。　？You　do　the　math。？　

That　math　wasn？t　hard？even　for　a　stoner。　

It　would　definitely　take　a　major　event　to　convince　Blair　Waldorf　to　cut　her　trip　short。　Had　she　
e　home　to　plan　her　wedding？　Nate　wouldn？t　put　it　past　her；　but　he　just　couldn？t　imagine　Blair　
putting　on　a　wedding　dress　and　marching　down　the　aisle　unless　he　was　there；　too；　in　a　tuxedo；　
right　by　her　side。　Of　course　they　weren？t　even　together　anymore；　but　some…how　it　was　impossible　
for　Nate　to　imagine　Blair？hisBlair？　marrying　anyone　but　him。　

Nate　was　beyond　relieved　when　they　pulled　into　the　winding　gravel　driveway　of　the　Archibald　
estate。　He　needed　to　be　alone　with　this　news　and　another；　much　larger　joint。　

？Thanks　for　the　ride；　man；？　Nate　muttered　distractedly；　fumbling　with　his　roach　as　he　climbed　
out　of　the　car。　

？If　you　want　to　talk　some　more；　Nate；？　Chuck　called　through　the　passenger　window；　？I　can　e　
in。　We　could　order　sushi。？　

Ignoring　Chuck？s　pathetic；　lonely　offer；　Nate　retrieved　his　bike　from　the　trunk　and　trudged　up　the