gossip girl 11 英文-第6部分

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up　with　some　meaningful；　epic　fuckinglove　poem　about　those　two　morons。？　？Thanks；？　Dan　
mumbled　sarcastically。　？You？ve　filled　me　with　confidence。？　He　turned　over　to　face　her；　wanting　to　
look　at　her　even　though　she　was　turned　away。　He　could　hear　the　small；　quiet　sound　of　her　
breathing　in　the　dark　room　and　could　feel　the　warmth　of　her　almost…naked　body。　She　was　always　
so　warm　at　night。　The　ridiculously　soft　skin　of　her　bare　arm　grazed　his。　One　of　the　things　he？d　
always　loved　about　Vanessa？s　body　were　its　contrasts？her　stubbly　scalp　next　to　the　softness　of　her　
skin。　The　pillowy　feel　of　her　lips　and　cheeks　。　。　。　Dan　smiled　and　moved　ever　so　slightly　closer　to　
her　warm；　sleepy　flesh。　

Vanessa　felt　Dan？s　hot　breath　tickle　her　neck　as　he　lay　inches　from　her　on　the　bed。　Being　in　such　
close　quarters　with　him　when　all　her　hopes　had　been　so　recently　dashed　was　killing　her。　？So；　
how？s　Greg？？　she　asked　softly；　hoping　the　note　of　rejection　in　her　voice　wasn？t　as　clear　to　him　as　
it　sounded　to　her。　She　moved　toward　the　edge　of　the　bed；　shifting　so　that　her　left　foot　hung　off　the　
side。　Anything　to　escape　the　torture　of　feeling　Dan？s　skin　on　hers。　

？Umm　。　。　。　he？s　fine；？　Dan　mumbled。　Greg。　Right。　His　boyfriend。　As　Vanessa　inched　further　and　
further　away　from　him　on　the　bed；　it　became　obvious　that　she　wanted　nothing　to　do　with　him。　And　
why　should　she？　He　was　a　confused　pink…disco…suit…wearing；　cream…puff…eating；　
gay…poem…reading　idiot　who　still　seemed　to　be　in　love　with　his　ex…girlfriend　despite　the　fact　that　


every　person　in　his　life　had　apparently　been　waiting　for　him　to　e　out　since　he　learned　to　use　
the　potty。　Dan　sighed　and　flipped　over　onto　his　back　dejectedly；　more　puzzled　than　ever　as　he　
slipped　into　a　sweaty；　troubled　sleep。　

To　be　or　not　to　be　。　。　。　gay？that　is　the　question。　

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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　

　hey　people！　

You　know　what　they　say　about　New　York？it？s　the　city　that　never　sleeps　。　。　。　and　neither　do　I。　Not　
when　there？s　this　much　good　gossip　to　keep　me　up　at　night！　Okay；　and　there　may　have　been　that　
little　end…of…summer　bash　at　One　keeping　me　out　till　the　wee　hours　last　night；　but　it？s　all　in　service　
toyou　。　I？ll　have　to　trade　my　snakeskin　Jimmy　Choo　stilettos　for　Gucci　leather　riding　boots　soon　
enough；　so　now？s　the　time　to　stay　out　late；　dance　with　a　gorgeous　stranger；　and；　most　importantly；　
expose　as　much　bare；　sweaty　flesh　as　possible。　And　the　same　goes　for　you　girls　and　boys？as　if　you　
need　a　reminder！　

　hollywood　shuffle　

This　morning；　as　I　was　walking　to　fetch　my　skinny　vanilla　latte　and　natural…grain　bagel；　I　
couldn？t　help　but　notice　that　a　certain　very　blond　actress？s　picture　has　been　plasteredeverywhere　
overnight？bus　stops；　the　sides　of　buildings。　That？s　right；　our　very　ownS　is　poised　to　bee　a　
major　Hollywood　star？not　that　we　ever　doubted　it　for　a　second。S　is　being　touted　as　a　fair…haired；　
modern…day　Audrey　Hepburn。　And　that　means；　cats　and　kittens；　that　we？ll　soon　be　purring　
contentedly　as　we　gaze　up　atS　？s　celestial　face　on　the　big　screen。　Either　that；　or　we？ll　be　clawing　
our　plush　velvet　seats　in　envy。　。　。　。　

The　word　on　the　street　is　that；　due　to　phenomenal　early　reviews　inVariety　；Vanity　Fair　；　
andEsquire　；　the　release　date　forBreakfast　at　Fred？s　has　been　pushed　up！　The　fun　begins　tomorrow　
at　the　luxuriousSoho　House；　the　part　members…only　club；　part　hotel；　where　they？re　holding　a　
bigBreakfast　at　Fred？s　press　conference。S　will　be　meeting　up　with　her　yummylicious　co…starT；　aka　
my　new　boyfriend　（shhhhh　。　。　。　don？t　wake　me　up！　If　anyone　can　make　him　like　girls；　I　can）　who　
is；　in　case　you？ve　been　residing　on　Mars；　currently　in　possession　of　the　hottest　six…pack　abs　this　
side　of　the　Hudson。　Too　bad　he　pitches　for　the　other　team。　Anyone　who？s　anyone　on　the　gossip　
circuit　will　be　there　to　watch　as　A　Star　is　Born？our　littleS　is　all　grown　up！？and　you　know　that　
means　I？ll　find　a　way　in。　。　。　。　

It？s　time　to　zip　yourself　into　that　purple　tapestry　Calypso　sheath；　don　your　Dior　shades；　raise　one　


hand　in　protest　to　the　glaring　flashbulbs　while　exclaiming；　？Gentlemen！　No　pictures；please　！？　For　
those　of　you　who　don？t　know　the　drill；　some　helpful　advice　from　yours　truly：　

do？s　and　don？ts　for　attending　your　first　press　junket　

（1）　Do　bring　sunglasses；　preferably　large　Chanel　or　Gucci　ones；　even　if　the　event　takes　place　at　
night。Especially　if　it　takes　place　at　night。　Those　flashbulbs　really　are　blinding！　And　besides；　
nothing　creates　an　air　of　mystery　like　a　pair　of　oversize　shades。　
（2）　Do　escape　to　the　ladies？　room　for　frequent　makeup　touch…ups？nobody　likes　a　shiny　nose　on　
camera。　Besides；　where　better　to　overhear　the　latest　gossip　about　the　premiere？and　spread　some　of　
your　own。　
（3）　Wear　indelible　lip　color；　or　a　sealant　over　your　favorite　shade：　getting　lipstick　on　your　teeth　
during　an　interview　is　so　gauche？and　totally　avoidable。　Red…carpet　red　isalways　a　classic　choice。　
（4）　Do　feel　free　to　have　a　fling　with　your　leading　man？after　all；　the　suiteis　booked　for　the　night！　
And　don？t　worry？we　won？t　tell。　
（5）　And；　most　importantly；　bring　the　hotness！　After　all；　it？sall　about　you！　
sightings　

Nat　theNY　Yacht　Club　having　cocktails　with　some　old　guy　in　a　sailor　suit。　DoesN　have　a　new　
dealer？　Odd。　Whatever　the　case；　we？re　guessing　he　won？t　be　joining　the　navy　anytime　soon。　。　。　。D　
at　his　home…away…from…home；the　Strand　bookstore；　secluded　in　a　dusty　corner　furiously　turning　
the　pages　ofQueer　Culture：　A　Way　Out　of　the　Closet。　From　what　I　hear　about　a　certain　surprise　
party；　he？s　already　way；way　out。　。　。　。V；　back　in　Williamsburg；　filming　her　sisterR　？s　show　at　
theGalapagos　Art　Space；　a　leather…pants…wearing　blond　guy　by　her　side　。　。　。S　？s　picture　inTimes　
Square　on　ahuge　billboard　featuring　nothing　but　her　flawless　face　and　the　words　TRUE　LOVE　
NEVER　LIES。S　herself；　clad　in　all　black；　enteringN？s　Park　Avenue　town　house　dressed　like　she？s　
auditioning　for　a　role　in　the　next　007　film。B　sitting　outside；　waiting　for　her。　With　all　three　
supposedly　going　off　to　a　certain　ivy…covered　campus　in　just　a　few　short　days；　it？s　certain　that　
we？ll　have　oodles　of　rumors　to　discuss？so　keep　those　catty；　info…packed　e…mails　ing！　

Speaking　of　interesting　e…mails；　I　hear　roommate　assignments　are　in　the　mail；　so　don？t　be　
surprised　if　you　receive　an　introduction　from　your　soon…to…be　suitemate。　My　heart　bleeds　for　all　of　
you　who？ll　inevitably　get　stuck　with　some　freshman　calculus　major　who　wants　nothing　more　than　
to　wake　up　at　6　a。m。　every　morning　tostudy　while　you？re　just　nodding　off　and　trying　not　to　hurl　
last　night？s　excess　of　keg　beer　（ah；　college）　all　over　your　La　Perla　peignoir。　My　roommate　will；　of　
course；　be　my　long…lost　twin？perfect；　just　like　me！　

You　know　you　love　me。　


　gossip　girl　

don？t　hate　her　because　she？s　perfect　

？Serena！　Serena；　over　here！？　

Flashbulbs　exploded　in　front　of　Serena？s　face　like　bursts　of　fierce　white　lightning。　She　smiled　
and　plucked　a　perfectly　ripe　raspberry　from　the　flute　of　Cristal　she　held　in　one　hand；　popping　it　
into　her　mouth。　She？d　never　expected　the　press　conference　forBreakfast　at　Fred？s　to　involve　so　
much　pampering；　or　to　be　so　breathtakingly　fancy？not　to　mention　so　well　attended。　Throngs　of　
reporters　and　photographers　surrounded　her　and　her　totally　yummy　costar；　Thaddeus　Smith；　as　
they　sat　out　on　the　sun…drenched　terrace　of　one　of　the　SoHo　House？s　top…floor　penthouses。　Maybe　
the　life　of　a　movie　starwas　all　it　was　cracked　up　to　be。　

Thad　turned　to　smile　at　her　from　his　matching　white　deck　chair；　the　gold　stubble　on　his　
razor…sharp　jawline　gleaming　in　the　light。　He　wore　a　pair　of　severely　distressed　Marc　Jacobs　jeans；　
his　tanned　biceps　startlingly　dark　against　his　crisp　white　polo　shirt。　Chrome　Dior　aviators　hid　his　
infamous　blue　eyes　from　view；　and　his　evenly　tanned　feet　were　encased　in　a　pair　of　blue…and…silver　
Michael　Kors　flip…flops。　

Serena？s　crush　on　Thad　had　passed　with　the　realization　that　Thad　had　a　serious　boyfriend；　but　it　
didn？t　stop　her　from　admiring　him。　

There？s　just　so　much　to　admire。　

As　the　sun　began　to　set　over　the　Manhattan　skyline；　bathing　the　terrace　in　an　orange　sherbet　hue；　
a　male　reporter　pushed　through　the　crowd；　thrusting　a　mini　tape　recorder　toward　Thad。　？Thad！？　he　
yelled；　even　though　he　was　only　a　foot　away。　A　camera　swung　from　around　his　neck。　？What　was　it　
like　working　with　Serena　van　der　Woodsen？　This　is　her　debut。　Can　she　really　act？？　？It　was　a　rare　
privilege；？　Thad　replied；　grabbing　Serena？s　hand　and　squeezing　it　tightly　in　his　own。　？Serena？as　
the　whole　world　will　soon　see？is　a　pro。　Plus；　she？s　absolutely　gorgeous。？　Serena　blushed；　
surveying　the　suite　from　her　perch　on　the　terrace。　The　penthouse　suite　gleamed　with　chrome；　glass；　
and　light；　and　the　room　was　decorated　in　blue　and　cream。　An　enormous　flat…screen　TV　hung　from　
the　sky　blue　wall。　A　giant　oil　painting　of　the　night　sky　illuminated　another。　This　would　the　perfect　
place　to　bring　a　guy？and　by　？guy？　she　meant　Nate。　They　could　take　a　bubble　bath　in　the　
six…person　tub　and　order　chocolate…covered　strawberries　and　champagne　from　room　service。　They　
could　watch　one　of　the　many　not…yet…released　DVDs　that　Ken　had　stocked　the　room　with　when　
they　got　bored？which　would　be　never。　

？Serena！？　a　young　female　reporter　yelled　out；　scribbling　furiously　on　a　small　white　pad；　her　
rectangular　crimson　eyeglasses　sliding　down　her　tiny　nose。　？What　are　your　plans？　Any　films　in　the　


near　future？？　The　cameras　clicked　incessantly　as　Serena　cleared　her　throat　and　prepared　to　speak。　

Ken　Mogul　had　said　in　his　e…mail　not　to　worry　about　the　press　conference；　that　he？d　be　there　to　
take　care　of　everything。　But　when　Serena　had　arrived；　she？d　been　met　by　Jade；　Ken？s　assistant　
and　wife；　a　stunning　Afro…Asian　ex…Ford　model　with　straight　black　hair　to　her　waist；　who？d　
informed　Serena　coldly　that　Ken　might　be　a　little　late。　

？Actually；？　she　answered　with　an　apologetic　smile；　？I　start　college　next　week；　so　I　don？t　think　
I？ll　be　making　any　more　movies　for　a　while。？　She　crossed　her　legs　and　leaned　back　on　the　
gray…and…beige…striped　deck　chair。　She　was　glad　she？d　worn　the　black　Bailey　Winter　sunglasses　
that　were　designed　especially　for　Holly；　the　character　she　played　in　the　movie。　She？d　thought　
they？d　help　her　feel　more　in　character；　but　she　hadn？t　realized　she？d　need　them　to　shade　her　eyes　
from　the　sun？not　to　mention　the　flashbulbs。　

Serena　folded　her　hands　over　the　skirt　of　her　simple　white　Marc　Jacobs　sheath　dress　and　pulled　a　
stray　golden　hair　away　from　her　face。　With　her　white；　Herm？s　lace…up　sandals　and　the　
much…coveted　cream…and…black　Fendi　B　bag　at　her　feet；　she　was　the　picture　of　New　York　glamour。　
Now　she　just　needed　to　make　sure　she　acted　that　way。　She　was　okay　with　the　sitting…there　part。　It　
felt　sort　of　。　。　。right　to　be　there；　flashbulbs　exploding　in　her　face　every　five　seconds。　It　was　the　
speaking　part？knowing　that　people　were　hanging　on　her　every　word；　writing　every　syllable　down　
and　possibl