gossip girl 12 终结- 第59部分

“Thanks。　At　least　I’m　earning　my　keep；”　Vanessa　cracked；　pointing　to　the　charred　soufflé。

Dan　smiled。　Vanessa　had　always　been　a　good　sport　about　his　dad’s　experimental　cooking。　It　was　nice　to　have　her　here　again；　back　at　their　apartment。　It　felt　like　home。

“So…”　Vanessa　trailed　off。　“Is　it　okay　if　I　stay？”

Dan　looked　straight　at　Vanessa　as　if　he　hadn’t　heard。　“You　can　always　stay；”　he　said　softly。　Vanessa　smiled　back；　nodding　her　head；　a　slight　blush　creeping　over　her　cheeks。

“Right；　sure。　Of　course；”　Serena　said　sulkily；　sitting　down　at　the　kitchen　counter。　Above　her；　the　cuckoo　clock　struck　midnight；　its　lilting；　carefree　chirp　seeming　to　mock　her。　It　might　be　a　new　year；　but　she　felt　like　she’d　experienced　this　all　before。

Two　girls；　one　guy；　and　New　Year’s　Eve…　Talk　about　déjà　vu。

IV

　



hey　people！

Only　six　more　months　until　we’re　out　in　the　real　world；　and　the　signs　are　everywhere。　Theory　suits　and　Prada　pumps　scream　“signing　bonuses。”　The　student　center　is　packed　with　seniors　writing　Fulbright　grant　proposals　to　study　contemporary　indigenous　literature　in　Canada；　applying　to　grad　school；　or　creating　a　backpacking…through…Latin…America　itinerary。　And　then　there　are　those　undecideds；　who　head　to　any　and　all　on…campus　career　fairs；　just　to　guarantee　they’ll　have　something　to　do　once　May　rolls　around。

Even　though　our　mailing　addresses　will　stay　the　same　for　the　next　few　months；　our　minds　are　already　a　million　miles　away。　D　found　out　he’ll　be　leaving　the　Big　Apple　and　heading　to　the　land　of　corn　at　the　famed　Iowa　Writers’　Workshop　e　September。　So　what　will　e　of　his　relationship　with　the　lovely　S？　Rumor　has　it　she’ll　be　graduating　from　Yale　this　spring；　despite　the　small　technicality　that　she’s　only　a　sophomore。　How　does　she　do　these　things？　And　should　we　even　be　surprised　by　now？　V　may　have　an　address　on　the　Upper　West　Side；　but　judging　from　the　pile　of　mail　outside　her　door　and　her　frequent　sightings　at　Lit；　Boxcar　Lounge；　and　Barcade；　she’s　rarely　there。　After　spending　a　semester　apart—she　at　Yale；　he　at　Oxford—B　and　C　spent　a　romantic　summer　in　the　south　of　France；　which　seemed　to　ease　the　pain　of　separation。　Then　there　are　couples　like　N　and　J；　who　can’t　even　seem　to　be　apart　for　a　few　hours。　They’re　often　seen　kissing　outside　the　library…　and　Brown　dining　hall　the　Ratty…　and　in　the　middle　of　the　green。　Get　a　room！

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

I’m　the　owner　of　a　collection　of　blogs。　e　work　with　me　and　I’ll　make　you　a　star。

—Nick

a：　Dear　Nick；

While　I　don’t　know　what　my　future　holds；　I　intend　to　remain　an　independent　operation。

—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

Okay；　here　it　is：　I　have　loved　you　since　your　first　post。　I’m　graduating；　I　guess　you’re　graduating；　and　all　I　want　for　Christmas　is　you。　I　just　received　my　fat　signing　bonus　with　a　certain　hedge　fund；　and　I　want　to　fly　you　down　to　St。　Barts　for　the　holidays。　e　with　me　and　let’s　toast　the　rest　of　our　lives。

—Rich

a：　Dear　Rich；

While　I’m　flattered　to　hear　you’re　a　longtime　devotee；　there’s　no　way　I’m　spending　this　holiday　anywhere　other　than　the　Upper　East　Side。　And　while　the　affections　of　some　ordinary　girls　may　be　for　sale；　I’m　no　ordinary　girl。

—GG

stress　case

As　we　all　bustle　about　trying　to　figure　out　our　futures；　I’m　experiencing　déjà　vu。　Didn’t　we　do　this　once　already？　It’s　senior　year　stress　all　over　again—except　this　time；　we’re　not　applying　to　college；　we’re　applying　to　life。　My　advice　is　the　same　as　I　gave　four　years　ago：　Sometimes；　you　just　need　to　pour　the　pinot；　turn　on　some　tunes；　and　chill　out。　After　all；　don’t　we　have　the　rest　of　our　lives　to　worry？

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

old　rivalries；　new　real　estate

Blair　stood　on　the　terrace　of　her　mother　and　stepfather’s　new　Central　Park　West　penthouse　and　took　a　drag　of　her　Merit　Ultra　Light。　In　the　past　year；　she’d　almost　given　up　smoking；　but　something　about　her　mother’s　dinner　parties　always　made　her　want　to　break　the　rules。

The　new　penthouse　was　on　the　top　floor　of　a　sprawling　French　Renaissance　and　German　Gothic　sandstone　building　that；　on　Seventy…second　and　Central　Park　West；　lay　almost　exactly　across　the　park　from　the　Fifth　Avenue　building　Blair　had　grown　up　in。　It　may　as　well　have　been　in　a　whole　other　country。　They　were　here　because　Cyrus　was　creating　a　huge　development　on　the　west　side；　but　Blair　had　a　feeling　that　Eleanor　had　also　pushed　for　the　move　because　she　missed　her　old　stomping　grounds。　Blair　didn’t　blame　her。　The　few　times　she’d　been　out　to　LA；　she’d　hated　it。　The　clothes　were　gaudy；　the　hair　and　boobs　fake；　and　you　had　to　drive　everywhere。　Even　the　sun　felt　too　accosting　and　bright。

Blair　had　finally　gotten　used　to　Eleanor　and　Cyrus　living　in　LA；　though；　and　now　that　she　was　planning　to　move　to　New　York　after　graduation；　she　wasn’t　sure　she　wanted　them　in　the　same　time　zone；　much　less　the　same　city。　The　only　good　thing　about　the　move　was　that　she　could　see　her　sister；　Yale；　more　often。　Yale　might　even　grow　up　relatively　normal　if　they　spent　enough　time　together。

Or　not。　Normal　is　highly　overrated。

Blair　shivered　and　hugged　her　arms　around　her　chest。　It　was　surprisingly　warm　for　December；　but　she　was　only　wearing　a　silky　black　and　tan　Chloé　halter　sheath。　She　wasn’t　quite　ready　to　go　back　inside；　where　Eleanor　and　Cyrus　were　hosting　a　holiday　party　for　all　the　Upper　East　Side　couples　they’d　been　friends　with　for　years；　including　the　van　der　Woodsens；　the　Coateses；　and　the　Basses。　Chuck　was　still　in　England；　due　back　on　Christmas；　so　Blair　had　to　fend　for　herself。　It　was　times　like　these　a　long…distance　relationship　was　hard。　At　Yale；　she　kept　busy　with　classes　and　the　college　friends　she’d　made；　but　in　New　York　she　hated　being　all　alone。

Blair　gazed　down　at　streetlight…lined　paths　that　zigzagged　through　the　dark　expanse　of　Central　Park　greenery。　It　just　felt　so　wrong　to　be　looking　at　the　park　from　this　angle。

The　terrace　door　slid　open　and　her　stepbrother；　Aaron　Rose；　stepped　outside；　carrying　Yale　on　his　hip　and　a　glass　of　champagne　in　one　hand。　Aaron　was　a　senior　at　Harvard；　insisted　on　wearing　his　hair　in　little　brown　dreadlocks；　and　had　spent　all　of　last　year　on　a　study…abroad　program　in　Burkina　Faso。　Now；　starry…eyed　at　the　notion　of　making　a　difference　in　third…world　countries；　he　was　in　the　process　of　applying　to　the　Peace　Corps　to　an　even　more　remote　third…world　country。

“Hey　sis！”　Aaron　said　cheerfully；　taking　a　large　swig　of　champagne　as　he　set　Yale　down。　Yale　had　large　blue　eyes；　dark　brown　hair　tied　back　with　a　dark　red　ribbon；　and　wore　a　green　velvet　Bonpoint　party　dress。　Blair　grinned。　She　was　fucking　adorable。

The　second　ing　of　Blair　Waldorf？

“Let’s　go　inside—it’s　cold！”　she　said；　holding　her　hand　out　to　her　baby　sister。　Blair　wasn’t　exactly　the　maternal　type；　but　the　almost…four…year…old　was　impossible　to　resist。

“No！”　Yale　stomped　her　foot　indignantly。　“I　don’t　like　anyone　in　there；”　she　whined　as　she　intertwined　her　sticky　fingers　in　Blair’s　manicured　ones。　Aaron　burst　out　laughing。

Blair　picked　up　Yale；　inhaling　the　scent　of　her　baby　shampoo。　“Don’t　worry；　Yaley；