gossip girl 7 英文-第6部分

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appear　right　there　nest　to　Fiji！　Isn't　that　fantastic？〃　

Blair　stared　at　the　map。　Fiji　had　always　sounded　sort　of　exotic　to　her；　but　the　island　of　Blair　
probably　consisted　of　a　scrappy　shrub　on　top　a　piece　of　reef　riddled　with　spiny　sea　urchins　and　
kelp。　

Tyler's　already　planning　our　Big　South　Pacific　Christmas　trip　next　year；〃　Eleanor　rattled　on。　〃He's　
researching　which　of　the　Islands　have　the　best　surf。〃　

〃And　your　mom's　buying　each　of　us　a　board；〃　Aaron　informed　her。　〃Except　for　Yale。〃　

Blair's　noticed　that　Aaron's　toenails　were　painted　black。　

〃It's　a　band　thing；〃　he　explained；　noticing　her　noticing。　〃We　were　bonding　over　the　fact　that；　at　the　
moment；　none　of　us　has　a　girlfriend。〃　

Big　surprise　Blair　thought。　If　he　wasn't　careful；　Aaron　was　going　to　bee　one　of　those　pale；　
skinny；　asexual；　vegetarian　old　men　like　Morrissey；　fading　into　the　ether　without　anyone　
remembering　that　he'd　ever　been　there。　Aaron　and　Serena　had　hooked　up　and　even　been　in　love　for　
a　fleeting　moment　that　winter；　but　Aaron　wasn't　exciting　enough　to　hold　Serena's　attention　for　
more　than　five　minutes。　


Than　again；　who　was？　

Blair　wasn't　all　that　interested　in　what　Aaron　and　his　loser　Bronxdale　Prep　band　mates　did　to　
amuse　themselves；　or　in　her　mother's　insane　need　to　buy　random；　pletely　pointless　things　like　
islands　and　alpacas　and　surfboards；　but　she　did　want　to　know　what　Kitty　Minky；　her　Russian　Blue　
cat；　was　doing　digging　around　in　the　sumptuous　pile　of　silk…covered　bolsters；　pillows；　and　throws　
at　the　head　of　her　bed。　

〃Meow…meow？〃　Blair　playfully　addressed　the　cat　in　the　made…up　cat　language　she'd　used　with　
Kitty　Minky　since　she　was　nine　years　old。　

All　of　a　sudden　Kitty　Minky　let　loose　a　stream　of　disgusting　smelling　cat　pee。　

〃No！〃　Blair　shouted；　hurling　a　putty…colored　leather　Monolo　sandal　at　him。　Kitty　Minky　leapt　off　
the　bed；　but　it　was　too　late：　Blair's　rose…colored　silk　bedspread　and　throw　pillows　were　soaked　
through。　

〃Oh　my！〃　Eleanor　exclaimed；　wringing　her　hands　and　looking　like　she　was　going　to　cry。　〃Oh　dear　
me；　what　a　mess；〃　she　added　despairingly；　her　mood　shifting　abruptly　from　high　to　low。　

〃Don't　worry；　Blair。　You　can　sleep　with　me　and　Tyler　in　our　room　until　Esther　cleans　this　place　
up；〃　Aaron　offered。　

Tyler　and　Aaron's　roomed　smelled　like　beer　and　feet　and　tofu　hot　dogs　and　those　foul　herbal　
cigarettes　Aaron　was　always　smoking。　Blair　wrinkled　her　nose。　〃Id　rather　sleep　on　the　floor　in　
Yale's　room；〃　she　responded　miserably。　

Eleanor　wrung　her　hands。　〃Oh；　but　baby　Yale's　in　quarantine　for　the　next　few　days。　She　picked　up　
some　sort　of　terrible　face　rash　at　the　pediatrician's　office　when　she　was　there　for　her　checkup　
yesterday。　Apparently　it's　very　contagious。〃　

Ew。　

Blair's　small　blue　eyes　narrowed。　She　adored　her　baby　sister；　but　she　wasn't　about　to　risk　getting　a　
rash；　especially　not　a　face　rash。　Which　left　a　particular　question　unanswered：　Exactly　where　the　
fuck　was　she　supposed　to　sleep？！　

The　penthouse　was　clearly　uninhabitable；　and　while　the　Archibalds'　house　had　seemed　like　an　
obvious　choice　only　an　hour　ago；　it　had　since　turned　into　an　after…school　program　for　
sixteen…year…old　Nate…worshipping　stoners。　Serena's　door　was　always　open；　but　Serena's　parents　
were　kind　of　old…fashioned；　and　they　probably　wouldn't　like　it　if　Blair　had　a　boy　in　her　room　with　
the　door　closed　or　whatever。　


Like　Serena　never　had　a　boy　in　her　room　with　the　door　closed？！　

Besides；　Blair　had　already　tried　living　with　Serena　for　a　few　days　that　spring　and　they'd　fought　the　
whole　time。　Of　course　that　was　when　Blair　had　been　trying　to　seduce　Serena's　brother　Erik　in　
order　to　lure　Nate　away　from　that　drugged…up　lumber　heiress　he'd　met　in　rehab。　Still；　now　that　she　
and　Serena　were　friends　again；　it　was　best　not　to　risk　it。　

As　if　they　wouldn't　find　something　else　to　fight　over。　

Blair　pulled　open　the　top　drawer　of　the　cruelty…free　mahogany　dresser。　She　had　a　credit　card；　and　
there　were　lots　of　nice　hotels　nearby。　She　grabbed　a　pair　of　clean　white　cotton　Hanro　underwear　
and　a　white　tank　top。　The　one　benefit　of　wearing　a　uniform　to　school　was　packing　light。　And　the　
benefit　of　packing　light　was　that　undoubtedly　she　would　need　something　that　she　didn't　have　and　
would　therefore　have　to　buy　at　on　of　the　three　Bs：　Bendel's；　Berfdorf's；　or　Barneys。　

〃Want　to　e　see　what　Tyler's　found　out　about　our　islands？〃　Aaron　offered。　〃he's　downloading　a　
whole　bunch　of　stuff　right　now。〃　

〃The　man　I　spoke　to　said　the　temperature　on　the　islands　is　consistently　between　seventy…five　and　
eighty…five　degrees　all　year　round；〃　Eleanor　added　gleefully。　She　glanced　at　her　gold　Cartier　
chain…link　wristwatch。　〃Phooey。　I'm　five　minutes　late　for　my　Red　Door　makeup　appointment。〃　She　
giggled　conspiratorially　and　clapped　her　hands　together　like　a　little　girl。　〃Cyrus　is　taking　me　out　to　
the　four　seasons　tonight。　I　can't　wait　to　surprise　him　with　his　present。〃　

Blair　didn't　even　want　to　think　about　what　her　mom　could　have　dreamed　up　to　buy　Cyrus。　A　whole　
country？　

〃I'll　probably　be　back　to　pick　up　a　few　things；〃　she　informed　her　mother。　〃And　we're　definitely　
need　a　new　mattress；　pillows；　and　sheets　for　this　room。　But　I'm　not　sure　if　I'll　even　be　ing　back；　
you　know；　to　live。〃　

Eleanor　blinked　dazedly　at　her　daughter。　After　seventeen　and　a　half　years　of　being　Blair's　mother；　
she　still　didn't　quite　know　what　to　make　of　her。　

〃Just　in　case　there's　a　civil　war　on　your　island　or　you　new　shipment　of　French　underwear　es　in；　
exactly　where　might　you　be　reached？〃　Aaron　demanded　with　an　annoying　wise…assed　smirk。　

Blair　smirked　back。　〃The　Plaza？〃　

And　preferably　a　suite。　


N　IS　EASILY　LED　OUT　TO　SEA　

The　roof　terrace　atop　Nate's　four…storey　town　house　wasn't　high　enough　for　a　real　view；　but　it　was　
still　nice　to　sit　up　there　and　suck　hits　out　of　Jeremy's　giant　green　glass　bong　and　reminisce　about　
all　the　wild　shit　they'd　gotten　up　to　when　they　were　young　and　carefree…　before　they　had　stuff　to　
worry　about　like　college　and　future。　

As　if　they　were　worried。　

〃Dude。　Remember　that　time　in　Latin　when　you　were　so　baked　you　thought　you　were　in　French？〃　
Charlie　Dern　drawled；　blowing　smoke　out　of　a　tiny　gap　in　the　side　of　his　wide；　clownish　mouth。　
〃You　were　just　babbling　in　French　like　a　fucking　lunatic　and　Mr。　Herman　the　she…man　was　like；　〃I　
beg　your　pardon；　Mr。　Archibald。　Although　all　romance　languages　find　their　roots　in　Latin；　I　never　
did　master　French。〃　

Anthony　Avuldsen　and　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　began　to　crackle　as　they　remembered　that　
legendary　day。　

〃I　was　speaking　fucking　perfect　French；　too；〃　Nate　observed。　〃I　think　maybe　for　a　moment　there　I　
thought　I　was　French。　Like　a　native　speaker。〃　

〃Right；〃　Charlie　agreed　sarcastically。　〃Man；　you　know　you　could　barely　even　talk。〃　

Lexie　floated　by　in　her　tie…dyed　dress；　barefoot　and　waving　her　hands　in　front　of　her　face。　〃She'd　
drawn　flowers　on　her　fingers　and　toes　with　a　glow…in　…the…dark　pen　she'd　found　on　Nate's　desk；　
and　they　glowed　neon　green　in　the　deepening　twilight。　A　ponytailed　boy　named　Malcolm　was　
playing　the　guitar　and　singing　an　ancient　James　Taylor　song。　

'You　just　call　out　my　naaaame　
And　you　know　where　ever　I　aaam　
I'll　e　runnin'　to　see　you　again。'　

〃I　wish　we　were　all　at　the　beach。〃　Jeremy　sighed　and　traced　his　index　finger　along　the　rim　of　the　
bong。　〃Everything　would　be　perfect　if　we　were　at　the　beach。〃　


Nate　nodded　his　golden　brown　head　in　agreement。　〃We　will　be　soon。　My　parents'　Hamptons　booze　
cruise　is　in　a　couple　weeks。　Boat's　already　docked　down　in　Battery　Park。　You're　ing　right？〃　
The　junior　boys　on　the　roof　terrace　looked　up；　wondering　hopefully　if　Nate　was　addressing　them。　


Fat　chance。　
〃Everyone's　ing；〃　Anthony　Avuldsen　responded；　making　the　juniors　feel　like　even　worse　
dweebs。　〃It's　like　the　kick…off　to　the　whole　freaking　summer。〃　


〃Blair's　class　is　doing　their　senior　cut　day　the　next　day；〃　Nate　mused。　He　realized　vaguely　that　
Blair　had　never　made　an　appearance　on　the　roof　terrace。　Maybe；　she　was　still　in　the　shower；　or　
maybe　she'd　kissed　him　good…bye　and　gone　home？　He　honestly　couldn't　remember。　If　she　was　still　
in　the　shower；　he　might　steal　downstairs　and　surprise　her。　The　thought　of　her　wet　and　naked　made　
him　smile　deliciously。　

Charlie　pulled　a　marijuana…stuffed　Ziploc　from　out　of　his　khaki　pants　pocket　and　began　loading　it　

up　on　the　bong。　〃You　said　the　boat's　in　the　harbor？〃　
Before　Nate　had　a　chance　to　respond；　his　cell　phone　rang。　BLAIR　flashed　up　on　the　phone's　little　
screen　

Speak　of　the　she…devil。　
Nate　pressed　answer　and　put　the　phone　on　to　his　ear　without　actually　saying　anything。　
〃Guess　where　I　am？〃　Blair　gushed　happily。　〃The　Plaza。　So　get　your　ass　over　here　right　now。　I　have　


a　suite。〃　
The　Plaza　was　only　about　twenty　blocks　away。　Nate　gazed　in　the　general　direction　of　downtown。　It　


seemed　very　far　away；　but　it　would　be　nice　to　lie　on　a　big　white　hotel　bed　and　watch　lots　of　movies　
and　order　room　service。　He　was　pretty　hungry。　
Not　exactly　what　Blair　had　in　mind。　
〃Just　bring　your　toothbrush。　I've　got　everything　else　covered；〃　she　added　coyly。　
Meaning　the　three　Cs：　Champagne；　caviar　and　condoms。　
〃Sounds　good；〃　Nate　responded　gamely。　〃See　you　in　a　minute。〃　He　clicked　off　and　Jeremy　shoved　


the　bong　at　him。　
〃So　what　I'm　thinking　is；〃　he　told　Nate　with　the　intense　face　of　a　seriously　stoned　person。　He'd　
pick　the　green　alligator　away　from　his　Lacoste　shirt；　and　it　dangled　from　his　chest　like　a　partially　


removed　scab。　〃We　all　head　down　to　your　parents'　boat。　It's　stocked　with　booze；　and　the　crew's　
probably　doing　the　tourist　thing　in　town　and　won't　even　notice　if　we　take　it　out　for　a　spin；　right？　
You　sail　like　a　master。　Why　not　go　on　a　little　pre…Hamptons　excursion　to；　say…〃　

〃Bermuda！〃　Charlie　piped　up。　

〃Fuck；　yeah；〃　Anthony　agreed。　

The　three　boys　looked　at　Nate。　They　knew　they　were　asking　to　do　something　pletely　
outrageous；　but　they　could　tell　by　the　interested　glimmer　in　Nate's　eye　that　he　was　sort　of　into　it。　

Nate's　mind　was　racing　in　a　blurry；　zig…zaggedy；　stoned　way。　Sail　the　boat　to　Bermuda？　Sure；　why　
not？　They　were　seniors　they　could　do　whatever　they　wanted。　Blair　could　e　too；　and　they　could　
drink　mimosas　and　make　love　on　the　beach　under　the　warm　sun。　She　was　always　talking　about　
going　away　together。　

Lexie　came　over　and　sat　down　in　Nate's　lap。　She　smelled　like　amber　incense　and　goose…liver　paté。　
The　tip　of　her　jet…black　ponytail　just　grazed　the　sun；　moon　and　the　stars　tattoo　on　her　shoulder　
blade。　〃Alors；　what's　next？〃　she　yawned；　taking　the　bong　from　Nate。　

Nate　waited　until　she　was　done　with　the　bong　to　pushing　her　out　of　his　lap　and　hoisting　himself　to　
his　feet。　He　clapped　his　hands　together　like　a　stoned　camp　counselor。　〃e　on；　everybody；　we're　
going　on　an　adventure。〃　

The　junior　boys　began　to　murmur　excitedly。　Not　only　had　they　gotten　to　party　at　Nate　Archibalds'　
town　house；　he　was　taking　them　somewhere…　probably　somewhere　cooler　than　they　had　ever　been　
before。　

〃Anyone　who　pukes　on　boats　should　probably　stay　behind！〃　Jeremy　warned。　

〃No　fucking　way；〃　whispered　a　St。　Jud