gossip girl 12 终结-第20部分

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andered　out；　leaving　Dan　alone。

Thankfully。

Still；　maybe　there　was　something　to　what　his　dad　was　saying。　After　all；　Colm　hadn’t　said　specifically　to　write　a　poem。　He’d　said　to　turn　in　a　poem。　And　Dan　had　just　been　musing　that　he’d　peaked　in　high　school。　He　stood　up　from　the　bed　and　padded　across　the　stained　carpet　to　his　makeshift　desk；　made　from　milk　crates　and　an　old　door。　Maybe　he　could　find　a　poem　from　the　past。　It　wasn’t　like　he　had　much　of　a　choice。

He　picked　up　one　folded　loose　piece　of　paper　on　top　of　a　pile　of　Moleskine　notebooks　and　spiral…bound　pads；　unfolded　it；　and　began　to　read。　Blonde　ing　out　of　the　store/　Whatever　you　buy；　I　want　you　more。　It　was　one　of　the　first　poems　he’d　ever　written；　after　he’d　seen　a　picture　of　Serena　online；　ing　out　of　Barneys。　It　was　terrible。

He　shuffled　through　more　of　the　papers。　Each　poem　reminded　him　of　another　piece　of　his　past。　He’d　been　in　love　with　Vanessa；　dated　Serena；　had　had　a　torrid　affair　with　a　kinky；　yellow…toothed　poet　named　Mystery　Craze。　He’d　even　had　a　fling　with　a　sensitive　gay　guy　named　Greg—if　you　called　Greg　trying　to　kiss　him　one　night　after　drinking　way　too　much　absinthe　a　fling。　He’d　had　experiences　with　almost　every　type　of　love　there　was。　But　now；　he　just　felt　empty。

Maybe　that　was　his　problem。　He’d　forgotten　what　it　was　like　to　love　and　lose　and　love　again。　After　all；　the　poems　about　Serena　were　about　untapped　desire；　about　ideal　love；　about　a　love　that　could　not　be　consummated。　They　were　sad　and　desperate　and　longing。　They　were　real　poems。

He　pulled　out　one；　from　when　he　and　Serena　had　just　broken　up　in　the　fall　of　senior　year。

Perfect　blond　celluloid　teen　queen

Heart　of　glass；　Wyeth…stark　Kansas　landscape。

Dan　grinned。　That　wasn’t　bad。　He　turned　on　his　MacBook；　jiggling　his　leg　as　it　powered　up。　The　clock　read　eleven　fifty…one。

Quickly；　he　typed　with　two　fingers；　pulling　the　best　lines　from　different　poems　to　create　an　impassioned；　pleading　poem　to　love。　Outside；　he　could　hear　neighbors　on　the　street。　For　as　long　as　he　could　remember；　everyone　on　his　block　had　gathered　outside　to　count　down　to　the　New　Year。　But　Dan　didn’t　have　time　for　that。　Instead；　he　logged　into　his　Columbia　account　and　quickly　posed　an　e…mail　to　his　professor。　At　eleven　fifty…eight；　he　pressed　send。

Well；　at　least　he　didn’t　wait　until　the　last　minute。

the　morning　after　is　never　as　magical　as　the　night　before

Serena　stretched　her　arms　over　her　head；　surprised　when　her　elbow　hit　something　hard。　She　opened　her　navy　blue　eyes　and　realized　her　elbow　hadn’t　connected　with　something；　but　someone：　Nate。

Scenes　from　last　night　came　floating　back　to　her。　She’d　only　had　one　drink；　but　everything　seemed　cloaked　in　a　golden；　glowy　haze。　As　soon　as　she　and　Nate　had　kissed；　it　was　as　if　the　whole　party　had　faded　away　and　the　only　thing　that　was　left　was　the　two　of　them。　It　was　only　the　countdown　to　midnight　that　had　broken　the　spell。　They’d　found　a　cab　and　gone　back　to　Serena’s　apartment。

“Morning！”　Serena　whispered；　even　though　she　wanted　to　scream　for　joy。　She’d　never　been　so　happy　on　a　New　Year’s　Day。　It　was　the　perfect　start　to　the　rest　of　their　lives。

Doesn’t　she　mean　year？

“Uh；”　Nate　grunted　sleepily　and　turned　over；　throwing　his　arm　across　Serena’s　golden；　naked　body。　“I’ve　got　farm　duty；”　Nate　murmured。　“The　cows　are　hungry。”

“Wake　up；　silly！”　Serena　gently　pushed　his　blond…streaked　brown　hair　from　his　eyes。　Nate　was　probably　still　high。　All　night；　he’d　said　cute　things　he　never　would’ve　said　sober；　like　how　he’d　be　out　in　the　alfalfa　fields　at　school；　look　up　at　the　sun；　and　think　of　her；　and　how　he　stole　a　copy　of　Breakfast　at　Fred’s　from　the　school’s　rumpus　room　so　he’d　always　have　her　picture。

“Serena。”　Nate　smiled　a　slow　smile　and　pulled　her　closer　to　him；　then　blinked；　just　in　case　this　was　a　dream。　But　Serena　looked　very　real。　“Hi；”　he　added　incredulously。　Seeing　Serena　naked　reminded　him　of　the　first　time　he’d　seen　her　naked；　back　when　they　were　fifteen…year…old　virgins。　But　even　then；　it　had　never　been　awkward　between　them。　They’d　laughed　about　the　clumsiness　of　it　all；　and　it　was　the　same　this　time。　It　was　as　if　no　time　had　passed；　and　their　bodies　had　just　melded　into　each　other。　He　kissed　her　smooth；　bare　shoulder。

“Hi；　you；”　Serena　murmured。　Finally；　her　one…bedroom　apartment　felt　like　home。　She’d　lived　here　for　almost　a　year；　but　it　was　unfurnished　save　for　her　childhood　bed；　a　gauzy　lilac　curtain　tacked　carelessly　over　the　window；　a　cactus　she’d　bought　at　the　bodega　downstairs；　and　a　few　childhood　photos。　She’d　always　meant　to　decorate；　but　there　just　hadn’t　seemed　to　be　a　point。　It　had　sort　of　felt　like　a　hotel　room—nice　to　stay　in；　but　nowhere　you　yearned　for。　But　now；　she　never　wanted　to　leave。　She　and　Nate　could　just　stay　here　forever；　calling　in　for　takeout　and　taking　turns　going　downstairs　to　pick　up　new　Netflix　movies　from　the　mailbox。

“Do　you　want　anything？”　Serena　swung　her　long　legs　onto　the　floor。　She　was　naked　but　didn’t　feel　embarrassed。　“I　think　I　have　water；”　she　continued　as　she　walked　toward　the　short　hallway　to　the　small　eat…in　kitchen。　The　ancient　radiator　hissed。　Despite　having　been　renovated　before　she　moved　in；　the　apartment　still　had　an　old…time　feel；　with　marble　floor　tiles　in　the　kitchen；　worn　wood　floorboards；　and　crown　molding。

Serena　flung　open　the　fridge　door。　Inside　were　a　few　cans　of　Diet　Coke；　a　box　of　clementines；　a　few　containers　of　yogurt；　and　a　bottle　of　champagne　left　over　from　a　gift　basket。　The　only　packages　Serena　ever　received　these　days　were　gift　baskets；　the　only　mail；　invitations　to　parties　and　events；　the　only　phone　calls；　from　her　agent　or　publicist。　Mostly；　she　ignored　all　of　it。

She　pulled　out　a　bottled　water　and　brought　it　back　to　the　bedroom。　Nate　was　sitting　up；　her　Frette　Egyptian　cotton　sheets　strewn　across　his　torso。　His　chest　was　muscular　and　tan。　Serena　climbed　back　into　bed　and　wrapped　her　arms　around　him。

“You　feel　nice；”　Serena　murmured；　nuzzling　her　head　against　his　shoulder。

“How　long　have　you　lived　here？”　Nate　asked；　taking　in　the　gauzy　white　curtains　and　Serena’s　familiar　old　canopy　bed。　It　was　warm　and　inviting；　and　all　hers。　Just　thinking　about　the　fact　that　they　had　the　whole　place　to　themselves　made　him　horny。

“A　year。　I　don’t　spend　too　much　time　here。”　Serena　shrugged。　“I　get　lonely；　so　a　lot　of　times　I　head　up　to　my　parents’　place。”

“Are　you　lonely　now？”　Nate　gently　bit　her　shoulder。

Serena　squealed　and　fell　back　against　the　pillows。　For　the　first　time　in　the　year　that　she’d　been　living　in　the　apartment；　she　appreciated　all　its　possibilities。　She　could　do　whatever　she　wanted。

With　whomever　she　wanted。

Nate　grabbed　the　bottle　of　water　from　the　nightstand　and　unscrewed　the　cap。　His　eyes　landed　on　a　silver　Tiffany　frame。　Inside　was　a　picture　of　him；　Blair；　and　Serena。　It　was　a　photo　from　Blair’s　party　at　the　Met　the　summer　after　senior　year；　the　night　before　he　left　with　Chips　on　the　Belinda。　Nate　was　standing　in　the　center；　looking　straight　at　the　camera。　Serena　and　Blair　were　both　laughing；　their　faces　turned　toward　him。

Nate　picked　up　the　frame　and　held　his　index　finger　over　Blair；　so　he　could　only　see　him　and　Serena；　his　arm　draped　over　her　shoulder。　They　both　looked　so　happy。　Then；　he　experimentally　moved　his　thumb　so　it　covered　Serena。　In　the　photo；　Blair’s　face　gazed　adoringly　at　Nate。　Nate　sighed　in　frustration。

“How　is　she？”　he　asked。　He　couldn’t　help　himself。　He’d　tried　to　forget　about　Blair；　and　sometimes；　he　could　almost　convince　himself　he　had。　But　seeing　the　photograph　of　her　grinning　so　easily　at　him　stirred　up　all　the　feelings　he’d　tried　so　hard　to　get　rid　of。

“I　don’t　know。”　Serena　and　Blair　hadn’t　talked　all　year；　and　Serena　didn’t　really　feel　like　talking　about　her　now　either。　Especially　not　with　Nate。　She　pulled　her　dusky　rose　duvet　cover　around　her　and　leaned　back　against　the　carved…oak　headboard。　“She　was　in　LA　visiting　her　family；”　she　offered；　remembering　the　strained　e…mail　she’d　received　from　Blair　after　Thanksgiving。　“She　and　her　boyfriend　were　there　together。”

“She’s　still　with　him？”　Nate　dropped　the　photo。　It　bounced　once　on　the　bed；　then　clattered　to　the　hardwood　floor。　He　wasn’t　sure　why　he　was　so　surprised。　Blair　was　at　Yale；　not　a　nunnery。　For　all　he　knew；　she’d　had　hundreds　of　boyfriends　since　last　year。

“I　think　so。　I　don’t　know；”　Serena　said　softly；　feeling　a　tingling　in　her　fingertips　that　always　preceded　tears。　She　turned　away　from　Nate　so　she　faced　the　window。　Outside；　the　treetops　were　barren。　Icicles　hung　from　the　building’s　eaves；　slowly　melting　in　the　morning　sun。　She　didn’t　want　to　turn　around　until　Nate　spoke。　To　say　that　he　was　in　love　with　her；　to　say　that　Blair　didn’t　mean　anything　to　him；　to　say　he　was　glad　Blair　had　a　boyfriend　because　all　he　wanted　was　Serena。

Serena　breathed　in　and　out　slowly；　trying　to　even　out　her　breath　so　each　inhale　and　exhale　lasted　exactly　three　seconds。　It　was　a　trick　she’d　learned　from　one　of　her　acting　teachers；　a　way　to　remain　in　control　if　you　felt　like　your　emotions　might　overtake　you　in　a　scene。

Too　late。

Angry　tears　pricked　her　navy　blue　eyes。　Was　he　still　in　love　with　Blair？　Would　she　always　be　his　backup？

“Serena？”　Nate　tentatively　touched　her　shoulder；　as　if　she　were　a　stranger。

“You　know；　I　have　a　lot　of　stuff　to　do　today；”　she　announced；　swinging　her　feet　onto　the　hardwood　floor。　She　yanked　a　rose…colored　sheet　off　the　bed　and　primly　wrapped　it　around　her　body　like　a　bathrobe。　No　way　was　Nate　allowed　to　see　her　naked　now。

“Serena；　wait；”　Nate　said　helplessly。　He　wanted　to　hold　her　and　kiss　her　and　make　it　better。　After　all；　he　loved　her；　too。

Serena　whirled　around。　“What？”

“I　just…”　Nate’s　glittering　green　eyes　clouded　and　he　looked　at　his　hands。

“Happy　New　Year；　Nate；”　she　said；　and　closed　the　bathroom　door　behind　her；　not　wanting　to　let　him　see　her　cry。

（Happy）　New　Year；　indeed。

d　earns　his　poetic　license

From：　colmdoyle@columbia。edu

To：　dhumphrey3@columbia。edu

Subject：　Re：　poetry　submission

Danny　Boy！

I　thought　you　were　going　to　submit　shite；　but　this　is　the　real　thing；　boyo。　Sent　it　to　Jaymi　Matteo　at　The　New　Yorker。　She　wants　it。　They’re　going　to　crash　it　into　their　next　issue；　printing　tonight！　What’s　it　called？

CD

　

From：　dhumphrey3@columbia。edu

To：　colmdoyle@columbia。edu

Subject：　Re：　re：　poetry　submission

Dear　Professor　Doyle；

Thank　you；　sir。　I’m　honored。　You　can　call　the　poem　Serena。

Sincerely；

Dan　Humphrey

true　confessions

“Are　you　all　right；　miss？”　a　black…vested　waiter　asked　as　he　rolled　the　room　service　cart　into　Blair’s　Tribeca　Star　suite　Wednesday　morning。　“Your　usual；”　he　added；　lifting　the　silver　cover　from　the　plate。　It　was　the　same　waiter　who’d　brought　her　dinner　last　night。　And　dinner　the　night　before。　Blair　glared　mutinously　at　him。　Didn’t　he　have　a　life？

Doesn’t　she？

“I’m　fine；”　Blair　growled；　causing　the　waiter　to　scurry　out　of　the　room；　leaving　her　alone　with　her　leek　and　goat　cheese　omelet　and　bacon。　Blair　took　the　tray　from　the　side　table　and　brought　it　back　to　the　bed；　balancing　it　on　her　knees。　Her　boyf