gossip girl 11 英文-第30部分

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mean？　

Umm　。　。　。　maybe　that　he？s　stoned？　Again？　

？So；？　Serena　started　again；　focusing　her　gaze　on　the　gray　Abercrombie　T…shirt　Nate　had　had　for　
as　long　as　she　could　remember？anything　to　avoid　looking　up　into　his　glittering　green　eyes。　She　
shuffled　her　flip…flops　against　the　floor　and　steeled　herself　for　the　question　she　knew　she　had　to　
ask；　no　matter　how　much　the　answer　hurt。　？Did　you　find？？？　？We　found　so　much　cool　shit。？　He　
grinned　widely。　？Little　sandbar　islands；　these　caves　up　in　Maine？we　even　saw　fuckingpuffins　！？　

Serena　looked　up　into　his　beach…glass　green　eyes；　her　heart　thumping　crazily　in　her　chest。　She　
kept　replaying　Blair？s　sudden　exit　over　in　her　mind。　What　was　she　so　upset　about？　Had　Nate　
found　the　letter　and　said　something　to　her　about　it？　Or　what　if　Blair　had　found　it　and　toldhim　？　Or；　
worse　yet；　what　if　Blair　found　it　anddidn？t　tell　him？　What　if　Nate　loved　her　too　and　that　was　why　
he　wasn？t　running　after　Blair？　Or　what　if　the　letter　was　still　nestled　in　the　glove　partment　of　
Nate？s　father？s　Aston　Martin；　unread；　all　her　questions　unanswered？　

？It　was　really　amazing；？　he　said；　speaking　slowly；　the　way　Nate　always　did　when　he　was　happy　
or　relaxed　or　stoned；　which　was　basically　all　the　time。　？I　didn？t　want　to　e　back。？　Just　looking　
at　his　angelic　face；　she　couldn？t　stand　not　knowing　what　had　happened　to　her　letter？not　knowing　


whether　or　not　he　knew。　She　had　to　saysomething。　

Serena　smiled　weakly。　？Nate；　did　you　ever　find？？？　？Just　a　minute；　you　two！？　Eleanor　appeared　
before　them　and　sat　down；　wedging　her　skinny　butt　between　them　on　the　way…too…small…for…three　
settee。　Serena　and　Nate　both　inched　over？not　that　they　had　a　choice。　It　was　either　move　or　have　
Eleanor　sit　on　their　laps。　She　linked　one　arm　through　Serena？s　and　the　other　through　Nate？s；　a　
mischievous　look　on　her　face。　The　overpowering　scent　of　Eleanor？s　Chanel　No。　5　made　Serena　
feel　like　she　was　in　a　department　store。　

？I？m　so　glad　to　get　the　two　of　you　alone；？　Eleanor　whispered　conspiratorially；　as　if　they　were　all　
planning　some　kind　of　top…secret　mission。　？I？m　working　on　a　surprise　for　Blair　for　the　party。　It？s　a　
slide　show　of　Blair？s　life？kind　of　like　a…greatest…moments…so…far　thing。？　She　smiled　brightly；　
turning　her　head　back　and　forth　to　look　at　Serena　and　Nate　as　she　spoke；　like　she　was　watching　a　
tennis　match。　？But　the　problem　is　that　I　don？t　really　have　the　time　to　go　through　thethousands　of　
snapshots　of　Blair　I？ve　amassed　over　the　years？and　that？s　where　you　two　e　in！？　She　squeezed　
each　of　their　knees　with　her　hands。　？I　need　you　to　go　through　thisimmense　stack　of　albums　and　
choose　some　appropriate　photographs。　But　I？m　afraid　we？re　on　a　bit　of　a　deadline？I　need　them　by　
next　Friday　at　the　latest。？　Serena　tried　to　glance　at　Nate　over　Eleanor？s　head；　but　when　she　leaned　
back　on　the　couch；　Eleanor　leaned　back　too；　fanning　herself　with　her　hand。　？But　remember？this　
has　to　be　a　top…secret　mission；　you　two；　so　no　telling　Blair！？　Eleanor？s　loud　whisper　reverberated　
off　the　living　room？s　paneled　walls；　and　she　held　her　finger　up　to　her　mouth。　

　Hush…hush！　

Serena　tried　not　to　giggle。　Eleanor　was　terrible　at　keeping　secrets？she　always　managed　to　tell　her　
children　what　they　were　getting　for　Christmasbefore　she？d　even　bought　their　presents。　Most　likely　
she？d　tell　Blair　by　tomorrow？ifBlair　hadn？t　already　heard　their　entire　conversation。　Nate　just　
nodded　mutely。　He　never　said　much　in　Eleanor？s　presence：　she　was　far　too　overwhelming。　

？We？d　be　happy　to　do　it；？　Serena　answered　for　the　both　of　them。　？And　we　promise　to　keep　it　a　
secret　from　Blair。？　Yeah。　They？re　good　at　that。　

a　very　short　engagement　

？I　am　just　too　pooped　to　pop！？　Dan？s　mom　stretched　her　arms　overhead　and　wiggled　her　butt　
back　and　forth　on　the　lumpy　brown　leather　sofa　in　the　living　room；　her　mouth　open　in　a　yawn。　It　
was　only　eight　o？clock；　and　Rufus　was　at　one　of　his　anarchist　poet　jamborees　in　the　West　Village。　
She　looked　around；　blinking　like　a　sleepy　Siamese　cat。　Her　mousy　brown　hair　was　sticking　out　in　
every　direction；　and　her　watery　blue　eyes　were　now　red　and　bloodshot。　？Jet　lag　really　gets　you　at　
my　age。　And　cocktails　on　the　plane　are　only　a　temporary　fix！？　


She　looked　at　Dan　and　then　turned　in　the　direction　of　the　kitchen　doorway；　where　Vanessa　was　
standing；　obviously　expecting　them　to　say　something。　Dan　sat　stonily　in　the　tattered　armchair　
across　from　his　mom；　still　not　sure　what　to　make　of　her。　

？But　you　kids　really　shouldn？t　be　drinking！？　She　wagged　a　finger　back　and　forth；　apparently　
unaware　that　she　was　chastising　them　for　somethingshe？d　done。　？Although　if　you　want　to　taste　
some？just　a　taste？you　just　let　me　know；　okay？　Because　that　would　be　fine。　So；　where　am　I　
sleeping？？　she　added　to　her　rambling。　

Dan　attempted　to　exchange　a　what…the…hell？　glance　with　Vanessa；　but　she　just　stood　there；　lazily　
licking　the　remains　of　the　penis　cream　puff　from　her　fingers。　The　contrast　of　her　snowy；　white　skin　
against　her　close…cropped　dark　hair；　the　curve　of　her　red　lips；　her　slightly　mocking　brown　eyes？she　
really　was　beautiful。　

？See？？　His　mother　leaned　forward　and　prodded　his　knee　with　her　turquoise…embellished　
fingers。　？Shelikes　the　cream　filling。？　Dan　quickly　snapped　out　of　his　reverie　and　stood　up。　？Um；　
well；　we？re　sort　of　filling　up　around　here。　I　guess　if　you　want　to　take　my　room　I　could　take　the　
couch？？　His　mother　stood　up；　holding　onto　her　neck　with　one　hand　and　rubbing　
furiously。　？Thecouch　？　Don？t　be　silly。　I　mean；　now　that　you？re　。　。　。　well；　you　know？？　Jeanette　
broke　off；　waving　her　turquoise…laden　hands　in　the　air。　？I　mean；？　she　began　again；　？sharing　
Vanessa？s　room　shouldn？t　be　a　problem；　right？　You　girls　can　pillow　talk　all　night！？　？Sure；　
um？yeah？that？s　fine；？　Dan　stammered；　glancing　over　at　Vanessa。　She　looked　a　little　surprised　or　
horrified？or　maybe　she　was　just　trying　to　hold　in　her　laughter　after　hearing　Dan　called　a　girl　by　his　
own　mother。　

Jeanette　stood　on　her　tiptoes　and　kissed　Dan　on　the　top　of　his　head；　mussing　his　hair。　？Dan；　dear；　
do　you　mind　if　I　use　your　puter　before　I　go　to　bed？　I　just　want　to　send　off　a　few　e…mails。　
Don？t　worry；　I　won？t　download　any　granny　porn！？　Without　waiting　for　an　answer；　she　flitted　
toward　

Dan？s　room；　whistling　Gloria　Gaynor？s　？I　Will　Survive？　pletely　off…key。　

Sure；she？ll　survive。　But　will　Dan？　

？Good　night；　ladies！？　they　heard　her　trill　as　she　closed　the　door　to　Dan？s　room。　

Dan　swallowed　hard；　trying　to　hide　his　embarrassment。　He　never　would　have　imagined　it　
possible　that　four　little　words？specifically；　the　ones　on　his　postcard　to　his　sister　that　read；　？Dear　
Jenny；　I？m　gay？？could　cause　so　much　trouble。　He　went　into　the　kitchen　to　find　Vanessa；　who　was　
now　smearing　pastry　cream　on　the　Formica　tabletop；　swirling　it　in　intricate　designs。　If　he　was　
really　gay；　then　how　e　he　still　thought　about　running　his　palms　over　the　prickly　hairs　of　
Vanessa？s　shaved　head；　or　seeing　if　the　flesh　on　her　stomach　was　still　as　soft　and　warm　as　bread　
dough。　


？So；roomie　。　Wanna　go　to　bed？？　Vanessa　raised　one　eyebrow　mischievously；　her　lips　curved　into　
a　smirk。　Before　Dan　could　answer；　Vanessa　stepped　away　from　the　countertop　and　walked　into　
Jenny？s　old　room；　her　bat　boots　slapping　against　the　floor。　

Dan　could　hear　the　snapping　of　sheets　as　Vanessa　made　the　bed？something　she　rarely　did。　
Making　the　bed。　Did　that　mean　she　wanted　him　to　e　to　bed？　But　it　was　barely　dark　out。　Maybe　
she　was　just　tired　of　the　apartment　being　such　a　total　mess？　Dan？s　head　hurt。　It　had　been　a　long；　
long　day。　He　sighed　and　walked　into　the　room　behind　her。　

？Hey；　roomie；？　he　parroted　back　to　her；　grabbing　one　corner　of　the　sheet　and　pulling　it　tight　
around　the　mattress。　Vanessa　let　go　of　her　end　of　the　sheet　and　threw　a　pillow　at　his　head。　Was　
sheflirting　with　him？　A　fine　sheen　of　sweat　coated　her　face；　and　her　cheeks　were　flushed；　giving　
her　a　radiant　glow。　Dan　resisted　the　urge　to　crawl　across　the　bed　and　lightly　kiss　each　apple　red　
cheek。　

Right。　Sharing　a　room　will　bejust　like　a　girly　sleepover。　Dan　waited　to　see　what　Vanessa　would　
do　next；　but　then　a　shrill　buzzing　sound　came　from　her　pocket；　startling　them　both。　He　still　wasn？t　
used　to　Vanessa　having　a　cell　phone？she？d　gotten　one　shortly　after　moving　in　with　the　Humphreys　
so　she　could　pay　her　own　bill。　Probably　a　good　thing；　since　Rufus　was　not　known　for　his　skill　at　
relaying　messages。　Usually　he　left　sticky　notes　on　the　fridge　that　read；　A　GUY　CALLED；　and　then　
the　time　of　the　call；　to　the　minute？like　that　was　helpful。　

Vanessa　dug　for　her　phone；　not　all　that　thrilled　with　the　interruption。　Flirting　with　Dan　was　so　fun　
now　that　he　was　supposedly　gay。　She　flipped　open　her　phone。　？Hello？？　？Lil？　sis！？　？Ruby？！？　
Vanessa　hadn？t　spoken　to　her　sister　since　she　returned　from　Prague　and　kicked　her　out。　Fun　times。　
So　why　was　she　calling　now？　

？What？s　up；　girl！？？　Ruby　yelled；　sounding　uncharacteristically　manic。　？God；　it？s　great　to　hear　
your　voice！？　？Um；　you　too。　What？s　going　on？？　Vanessa　tried　to　keep　her　voice　neutral；　but　she　
was　still　mad　as　hell　at　her　sister　and　wasn？t　about　to　forgive　her　without　first　receiving　some　
serious　ass…kissing。　She　crossed　her　arms　over　her　chest；　waiting　for　Ruby？s　apology。　Maybe　she　
and　Piotr　had　broken　up　and　she　wanted　Vanessa　to　move　back　to　Williamsburg　and　into　her　old　
room。　She　could　almost　smell　the　sweet；　burnt　scent　of　the　sugar　factory　directly　across　the　street　
from　their　apartment。　Soon　she？d　be　having　breakfast　at　Eat　and　late…night　coffee　at　Diner　
surrounded　by　pale；　skinny　boys　with　hair　that　looked　like　it　had　been　cut　with　a　butter　knife；　her　
days　of　decoding　Dan？s　flip…flopping　sexuality　finally　over。　。　。　。　

？Listen；　V；　I？m　sorry　I？ve　been　out　of　touch　for　so　long；　but　I？ve　just　been　really　busy。　。　。　。？　
Vanessa　gripped　the　receiver　with　one　hand　and　stuffed　a　pillow　back　into　its　case　with　the　other。　
Right。　She？d　probably　been　busy　holding　Piotr？sbrush　。　Ick。　Vanessa　shivered　at　her　own　
perverted　thought　and　threw　the　pillow　onto　the　almost…made　bed。　Dan　sat　on　the　end　of　the　bed；　
eavesdropping　and　examining　his　fingernails　in　a　typically　gay　way。　

？Piotr？s　working　on　a　new　series　of　paintings　and　he？s　been　using　me　as　a　model？I　can？t　wait　for　


you　to　see　them。？　Scowling　at　the　receiver；　Vanessa　stomped　out　of　the　room。　Okay；　so　Piotr　was　
still　in　the　picture。　And　presumably　he　was　still　using　Vanessa？s　room　as　his　studio。　But　maybe　
Ruby　wanted　her　to　move　back　in　anyway：　she　could　get　a　cot　or　something。　She　walked　down　the　
long　crumbly　hallway　to　the　kitchen　and　began　to　spoon　granules　of　Folgers　into　a　lumpy　yellow　
ceramic　mug　Dan？s　mom　had　sent　over　from　Europe　ages　ago。　

？Um；　sure；　I？ll　check　the　paintings　out　at　some　point。　。　。　

。？　The　last　she？d　heard　about　Piotr？s　？art；？　he？d　been　doing　a　series　of　paintings　of　？monolithic　
nudes　and　their　canines。？　She　pictured　a　huge　canvas　of　Ruby　naked；　astride　a　slobbering　German　
shepherd。　Not　exactly　her　idea　of　？art。？　This　from　the　girl　who　prefers　photographs　of　dead　
pigeons　and　spat…out　gum？　

？Anyway；？　Ruby　went　on；　her　voice　as　breathless　as　if　she？d　been　running　the　10K；　？