gossip girl 11 英文- 第14部分

？Hey。？　He　touched　Dan　on　the　shoulder。　？Where？ve　you　been？　I？ve　been　wanting　to　talk　to　you。？　
His　voice　sounded　genuinely　concerned。　

Dan　looked　at　the　cement。　He　could　feel　his　T…shirt　sticking　to　his　back　with　sweat。　？I？ve　been　
sick；？　he　mumbled；　coughing　into　one　fist　and　looking　away。　He　noticed　a　group　of　tourists　
approaching　en　masse　and　he　wondered　if　he　could　duck　in　with　them　and　make　his　
escape。　？Really　sick。？　His　gaze　shifted　tentatively　to　Greg；　who　was　staring　at　him　with　something　
like　amusement；　his　blue　eyes　creasing　at　the　corners。　？I　just　didn？t　want　to　give　it　to　you？I　think　
I？m　still　pretty　contagious　and？？　Greg　cut　him　off　with　a　wave　of　his　hand。　？Listen；　I　really　
wanted　to　talk　to　you　about　something。？　He　sat　down　next　to　Dan　on　the　sidewalk。　

Dan　stayed　silent；　fiddling　with　the　pen　in　his　hand。　The　throng　of　tourists　came　and　went；　but　he　
knew　he　had　to　sit　there　and　stick　it　out。　He　dreaded　the　words　that　were　sure　to　fall　from　Greg？s　
lips　any　second　now。Let？s　do　this　thing。　I　want　you　to　meet　my　parents。　I　want　to　show　you　things　
only　another　man　can。　

Greg　cleared　his　throat　and　continued。　？I　thought　that　me　and　you　had　a　pretty　good　thing　going。？　
He　stopped；　his　words　hanging　in　the　air　above　their　heads。　？But　。　。　。　I？ve　kind　of　met　someone　
else。？　Huh？　Dan　stared　at　Greg；　his　mouth　open。　He　felt　like　he？d　just　been　smacked　in　the　head　
with　a　two…by…four。　Two　girls　dressed　all　in　black　stepped　around　them；　practically　trampling　them　
with　their　bat　boots　and　giving　them　a　dirty　look　for　blocking　the　sidewalk。　

？I　met　this　amazing　guy　at　。　。　。　um　。　。　。？　Greg　looked　down　at　the　pavement；　his　cheeks　flushing　
bright　red；　and　ran　a　hand　through　his　hair　before　continuing。　？A　party　。　。　。　and；　well；　we　kind　of　
just　had　this　really　intenseconnection　。？　He　put　his　hand　on　Dan？s　forearm；　squeezing　hard？but　in　


a　brotherly；　reassuring　way。　？I？m　sorry。？　This　time；　Dan　didn？t　squirm　at　his　touch。　？Don？t　worry　
about　it。？　He　patted　Greg？s　hand。　？It？s　totally　fine。？　He　sighed；　breathing　in　the　heavy　August　air；　
which　suddenly　felt　a　whole　lot　less　oppressive。　

A　look　of　relief　swept　over　Greg？s　face。　？I　know　you？ll　find　somebody　special；？　he　declared　in　a　
rush；　removing　his　hand　from　Dan？s　arm。　？And　I　hope　we　can　still　be　friends；？　he　added；　pushing　
his　glasses　up　on　his　nose。　

？Absolutely；？　Dan　enthused。　？Totally。？　He　looked　out　at　the　bustling　city　traffic　and　wondered　
briefly　whether　his　？somebody　special？　could　be　right　here；　before　his　very　eyes；　among　the　
masses。　Two　girls　sat　at　an　outdoor　table　in　front　of　the　Cos？　restaurant　across　the　street；　sipping　
lemonade　as　they　surveyed　the　passersby　from　behind　huge　sunglasses。　Across　from　them　sat　a　
guy　in　a　baseball　cap；　iced　coffee　in　hand；　reading　a　magazine。　He　looked　up　and　caught　Dan　
staring；　and　Dan　quickly　averted　his　eyes。　

？Soooo　。　。　。？　Greg　looked　over　at　his　closed　notebook。　？What　are　you　working　on？　Another　
futureNew　Yorker　poem？？　？Hah。？　Dan　snorted；　opening　the　notebook　and　holding　up　the　blank　
page。　？I？m　supposed　to　be　working　on　a　poem　for　Vanessa？s　sister？s　wedding；　but　I　can？t　think　of　
a　thing　to　say。　I　mean；　what　do　I　know　about　marriage？？　Greg　wiped　his　hands　on　his　jeans。　？All　
you　have　to　do　is　envision　the　person　you　love　most　in　the　world？the　person　you　want　to　wake　up　
with　in　the　morning　and　go　to　sleep　with　at　night。？　He　paused；　blushing　deeply　and　running　his　
hands　through　his　hair。　？Even　if　you　haven？t　met　that　person　yet？you　just　have　toimagine　them！　I　
mean；　with　me　and　。　。　。？　Greg　looked　sheepishly　at　the　ground。　？I　can？t　imagine　wanting　to　do　
those　things　withanyone　else；　you　know？？　？I　guess。？　Dan　stared　at　the　cracks　in　the　cement。　？I　just　
don？t　know　if　there？s　anyone　I　feel　like　that　about　。　。　。　any…more。？　He　closed　his　notebook　and　
tucked　it　back　inside　his　messenger　bag。　

Looking　at　Greg？s　feet；　Dan　noticed　he　was　wearing　black　socks　with　little　white　Paul　Frank　
monkey　faces　on　them。　Dan　didn？t　know　exactly　what　his　type　of　guy？er；　person？was　yet；　but　he　
was　pretty　darn　sure　his　soul　mate　didn？t　wear　monkey　socks。　

？I　mean；？　he　started　again；　looking　over　at　Greg；　who　was　listening　intently；　？how　will　I　know　
when　it？s　the　right　person？？　Greg　held　Dan？s　gaze　for　a　moment　before　standing　up。　He　slapped　
the　back　of　his　white　jeans　with　both　hands。　？You？ll　just　。　。　。　know；？　he　said　quietly。　？You？ll　know　
when　you　know。？　Dan　looked　out　again　at　the　sea　of　people　on　the　street？the　wide…eyed　tourists　
with　their　cameras；　the　skater　kids　who　flocked　to　Union　Square　in　the　summer；　the　NYU　students　
who　were　moving　into　their　apartments　a　few　weeks　early；　lugging　hand…me…down　furniture；　arms　
loaded　with　boxes。　In　the　few　minutes　that　he　and　Greg　had　been　sitting　here；　hundreds　of　people　
must　have　walked　past。　If　he　stayed　a　little　longer；　those　hundreds　would　soon　be　thousands。　How　
could　you　find　one　out　of　thousands？　Wouldn？t　it　take　forever？　

Greg　stuck　his　hands　into　his　pockets。　？You？ll　know　when　you　can？t　imagine　seeing　anyone　else　
after　the　day？s　over；　and　even　though　you　just　saw　them　a　few　hours　ago；　you　can？t　wait　to　see　
them　again　that　night。？　Dan　nodded　mutely；　still　dizzily　watching　the　crowd　on　the　sidewalk　as　if　


it　held　all　of　life？s　answers。　

？Well；　I？d　better　get　back　to　work；？　Greg　said；　pushing　his　glasses　up　on　his　nose。　？I？m　not　even　
on　break　yet？I　just　snuck　out　to　talk　to　you。？　Dan　remembered　himself　and　stood　up；　slinging　his　
messenger　bag　over　one　shoulder。　He　grabbed　Greg？s　arm　before　he　walked　away。　

？Hey；？　he　said；　moving　closer。　？Thanks　。　。　。　for　everything。？　Greg　smiled。　He　wrapped　his　arms　
around　Dan？s　back　and　squeezed　tight；　clapping　him　on　the　shoulders　before　they　both　pulled　
back。　

As　Dan　watched　him　walk　away；　he　couldn？t　help　feeling　a　little　sad。　Not　about　Greg；　but　about　
love　in　general。　He　wanted　what　Greg　had　described：　someone　to　sit　around　and　drink　coffee　with　
in　the　morning。　Someone　he　could　do　all　those　dopey；　ridiculously　romantic　New　York　things　with　
before　he　left　for　Evergreen？like　watch　every　Woody　Allen　movie　filmed　in　Manhattan；　or　take　a　
carriage　ride　through　Central　Park　under　a　full　moon。　Someone　to　wake　up　with　every　morning；　
the　light　covering　their　bare　skin　like　a　golden　blanket　。　。　。　

Pale　fury。Why　did　you　leave　me？　

He　pulled　out　his　notebook　and　scribbled　furiously；　unsure　of　what　he　was　writing。　

Eyes　closed；　our　bones　ache。　

This　isn？t　chemistry　or　geography。　

It？s　physics。　Pure　physics。　

Dan　still　wasn？t　sure　what　he　was　trying　to　say；　but　it　was　something　to　do　with　friction；　and　
friction　caused　heat；　and　when　he　thought　about　heat　he　couldn？t　help　but　think　about　a　certain　
prickly…headed　girl　lying　next　to　him　in　bed。　His　hands　began　to　sweat　as　he　continued　to　write。　

Not　feeling　so　gay　anymore；　eh？　

maybe　a　leopard　can　change　her　spots　

？Watch　where　you？re　going；　man！？　

A　yellow　cab　swerved　on　the　shimmering　black　asphalt；　almost　grazing　Vanessa？s　arm　as　she　
crossed　Broadway；　squinting　into　the　annihilating　afternoon　sunlight。　The　cabbie？s　rude；　grating　
voice　lingered　in　her　ears