gossip girl 12 终结- 第12部分

Around　them；　tourists　craned　their　necks　to　see　what　was　going　on。　One　paunchy　man　had　even　pulled　out　his　camera　phone　and　was　filming　the　whole　incident。　Blair　wanted　to　yell　at　everyone　to　go　away。　She　gazed　into　Pete’s　ocean　blue　eyes；　unsure　of　what　to　do。　She　knew　she　didn’t　want　to　touch　the　ring。　She　couldn’t。

“Thanks；”　she　began　weakly；　forcing　a　smile　at　the　customers　surrounding　her。　Four　years　ago；　Nate　had　bought　her　an　ugly　gold　heart　on　a　plain　black　cord。　She’d　hated　the　necklace。　She　loved　this　ring。　But　somehow；　it　wasn’t　to　be。

She　shut　the　jewelry　box　with　a　deliberate　snap。　“I　can’t。”　Her　voice　broke　on　the　last　word。　“I　just　can’t。”　Then　she　turned　and　walked　out　the　revolving　door；　not　looking　back　to　see　the　heartbroken　look　on　his　face。

Breakup　at　Tiffany’s？

it’s　not　acting　if　it’s　the　truth

“Cut；　cut；　cut！”　Ken　Mogul　yelled；　his　bloodshot　blue　eyes　bugging　from　his　head。　He　threw　his　bullhorn　down；　where　it　clattered　on　the　soundstage。

It　was　the　last　week　of　filming　Coffee　at　the　Palace；　the　much…anticipated　sequel　to　Breakfast　at　Fred’s。　They　were　on　a　set　in　Queens　designed　to　look　like　a　large　New　York　City　hotel　penthouse　that　opened　onto　a　rooftop　garden。　Thaddeus　placed　his　hands　on　Serena’s　tanned　shoulders　protectively。　They’d　worked　long　enough　with　Ken　as　a　director　to　know　that　once　he　started　throwing　things；　he　rarely　stopped　with　one　object。

As　long　as　he　doesn’t　move　on　to　the　talent；　they’ll　be　fine。

“Serena；　for　fuck’s　sake；　you’re　supposed　to　be　Holly。　Goddamn　Holly　who’s　in　love　with　her　goddamn　husband　but　is　tormented　by　the　memory　of　her　goddamn　ex…lover；　whom　she’s　supposed　to　be　fucking　seeing　in　five　minutes　for　coffee。　Where　the　holy　fucking　hell　is　the　passion？”　Ken　screamed；　his　freckled　face　turning　as　red　as　his　curly　shoulder…length　hair。

“Sorry；”　Serena　sighed；　pulling　anxiously　on　the　sleeve　of　her　vintage　black　and　white　wool　Givenchy　dress。　It　had　been　a　long　morning。　Really；　it　had　been　a　long　week。　Nate　had　hardly　said　two　words　to　Serena　at　brunch　the　other　day。　And　the　only　words　Blair　had　said　to　her　since　then　were　about　Nate。

“Okay。　Let’s　start　all　over　again。　Take！”　Ken　screamed　loudly；　his　voice　cracking　up　an　octave。

“I　love　you。”　Serena　concentrated　on　Thad’s　large；　wide…set；　I’m　pletely　gay　eyes。　“There’s　never　been　anyone　else。　My　dreams　didn’t　lie。　Even　when　I　sleep　next　to　you；　I　dream　about　you。”

“CUT！”　Ken　shrieked　angrily。　“You　sound　like　you’re　talking　to　your　goddamn　guinea　pig。　Who　the　fuck　cares　if　you　love　him？　I　don’t。　Anyone？　Anyone　on　set？”　One　timid；　owlish…looking　assistant　raised　her　hand。　Ken　held　up　his　clipboard　as　if　he　were　going　to　throw　it。　“Great。　Fucking　Mousy　Girl　over　there　will　net　our　film　ten　dollars。　Off　my　set！”　he　yelled　theatrically　as　the　terrified…looking　assistant　scampered　away。　Ken　cradled　his　head　in　his　hands　and　sighed。

“You　okay？”　Thad　whispered。　Serena　nodded；　but　she　could　feel　beads　of　anxious　sweat　creep　down　her　spine。　She　took　a　seat　on　a　peach　jacquard–covered　wingback　chair　in　the　corner。　A　makeup　assistant　immediately　scurried　up　and　dabbed　powder　on　her　forehead。

“Okay；”　Thaddeus　whispered。　“I　think　you　know　me　too　well。　Forget　about　me　and　just　pretend　you’re　talking　to　the　love　of　your　life。　Listen；　this　is　how　I　would　say　it　if　I　were　talking　to　Serge。”　Thad　turned　toward　Serena　and　closed　his　eyes。

“There’s　never　been　anyone　else；”　Thad　began　dramatically；　opening　his　eyes　once　more　and　gazing　at　Serena；　as　if　he　wasn’t　sure　if　she　were　real　or　a　figment　of　his　imagination。　“My　dreams　didn’t　lie。　Even　when　I　sleep　next　to　you；　I　dream　about　you。”

Serena　pulled　her　hair　into　a　tight　ponytail　at　the　crown　of　her　head。　It　was　sweet　of　him　to　try　to　help；　but　it　was　useless。　“I　don’t　love　anyone　that　way；”　she　cut　him　off。　In　this　scene；　Holly　was　supposed　to　recognize　that　the　only　person　she　really　loved　was　her　husband。　That；　no　matter　what；　and　no　matter　how　many　stupid　things　he　did；　he　was　the　only　person　who　could　ever　make　her　feel　happy　and　plete。

She　sighed　and　leaned　back　into　the　wingback　chair。　She　wished　she；　and　not　her　alter　ego；　Holly；　was　face…to…face　with　the　man　of　her　dreams。　She　wished　the　wind　was　blowing　through　her　hair　and　that　she　was　holding　a　real　drink　instead　of　a　seltzer　mixed　with　food　coloring。　She　wished　she　was　out　on　a　sailboat；　in　the　middle　of　the　deep　navy　ocean；　under　the　wide　blue　sky；　with　him。

She　wished　she　was　with　Nate。

Serena　felt　a　sob　rise　in　her　throat。

“Don’t　worry　about　the　scene　for　right　now。　Is　everything　okay？”　Thaddeus　asked　in　concern　as　he　perched　on　the　arm　of　her　chair。

“Okay；　princesses；　teatime’s　over。　Let’s　work。　My　sanity’s　at　stake。”　Ken　rolled　his　eyes。

Serena　stood　up；　crossed　toward　the　camera；　and　blinked　at　what　was　supposed　to　be　the　Hudson　River　in　front　of　her。　She　imagined　Nate；　far　away；　on　a　sailboat；　a　tiny　dot　in　the　middle　of　the　ocean。　She　turned　her　head；　her　chin　grazing　her　tanned；　bare　shoulder。　“I　love　you。　I　always　have。”　She　brushed　a　lock　of　hair　out　of　Thaddeus’s　eyes；　the　way　she　used　to　after　she’d　hugged　a　sweaty　and　disheveled　Nate　when　he’d　just　won　a　St。　Jude’s　lacrosse　game。　“I’d　never　leave　you。　Sometimes　I　wake　up　and　I　think　I　must　be　dreaming。　I　love　you　so　much。　Just—make　me　the　happiest　girl　ever　and　love　me　back。”　A　single　tear　trickled　down　her　cheek。　“Please？”

“And；　cut！”　Ken　stood　up；　waving　his　stubby　hands　wildly　in　excitement。　“Fucking　brilliant；　Serena。　Love　the　way　you　went　off　script　there。　You　put　me　through　the　fucking　wringer　so　you　can　show　that　shit　off？　That’s　my　girl！”　He　grabbed　Serena’s　waist　and　awkwardly　spun　her　around。　“We’ve　got　a　fucking　hit　on　our　hands　if　you　keep　it　up。　Now；　let’s　get　back　into　the　next　scene。　Coast　on　this　moment　of　brilliance。”

Serena　shook　her　head　definitively。　She　needed　to　say　those　words　to　the　one　person　who　mattered。　She　needed　to　find　Nate。　Maybe　he　was　in　love　with　Blair。　But　she　couldn’t　ever　be　happy　unless　he　knew　how　she　felt。

“I　can’t！”　Serena　told　him。　She　didn’t　care　if　she　got　fired。　Who　cared　about　Holly？　Serena’s　life　was　real。　And　it　was　time　she　stopped　pretending。

“’Bye！”　She　called；　nearly　tripping　as　she　ran　outside　into　the　cold　January　afternoon。

Who　doesn’t　love　a　Hollywood　ending？

b’s　surprise；　take　two

“I　have　to　leave　you　now。　I’m　going　to　that　corner　there　and　turn。　You　must　stay　in　the　car　and　drive　away。　Promise　me　not　to　watch　me　go　beyond　the　corner。　Just　drive　away　and　leave　me　as　I　leave　you。”　On…screen；　Audrey　Hepburn；　as　Princess　Anne　in　Roman　Holiday；　turned　away　from　Gregory　Peck。　The　camera　zoomed　to　Gregory；　who　was　eyeing　her　with　a　mix　of　sorrow　and　awe　and　sadness　on　his　face。　Blair　pressed　rewind　and　watched　as　Gregory’s　face　built　itself　back　up。

She　sighed。　It　was　so　romantic　and　clean　the　way　Princess　Anne　broke　up　with　him。　She　felt　bad　for　Gregory—and　Pete—but；　like　Audrey；　she’d　known　it　was　the　right　thing　to　do。　There　was　no　way　she　and　Pete　could　be　together　when　she　and　Nate　had　always　been　destined　for　each　other。　Pete　had　been　a　charming　distraction；　but　he　wasn’t　her　leading　man。

Blair　turned　off　the　TV　and　glanced　down　at　her　Rolex。　It　was　almost　eight。　Nate　should　be　back　from　Le　Cirque；　where　he’d　been　forced　to　attend　dinner　with　his　parents　before　they　went　off　to　the　opera。　And　Serena　probably　wouldn’t　be　back　from　rehearsal　for　hours。

She　dialed　Nate’s　number。　“Are　you　home　yet？”　she　demanded。

“Yeah；　my　parents　actually—”

“Great。　I’ll　be　over　in　ten　minutes；”　Blair　said。　She　was　having　a　serious　Nate　craving；　especially　now　that　there　was　nothing　to　keep　them　apart。

She　rummaged　through　Serena’s　closet　and　found　a　long　Dries　van　Noten　black　tunic　that　looked　like　it　had　never　been　worn。　Knowing　Serena；　it　probably　hadn’t。　She　pulled　it　on　over　a　pair　of　gray　Wolford　stockings；　then　eased　her　feet　into　her　slouchy　black　Frye　boots。　She　pulled　on　a　gray　beret；　slung　her　large　Lanvin　hobo　bag　over　her　shoulder；　and　ran　out。

Snow　was　beginning　to　fall；　and　Blair　wished　she’d　worn　a　coat　as　she　walked　the　familiar　path　from　Serena’s　limestone　building　on　Eighty…third　and　Fifth　to　Nate’s　stately　town　house　on　Eighty…second　and　Park。　Blair　gingerly　picked　her　way　up　the　icy　steps　and　pressed　the　button　for　Nate’s　room；　relieved　that　he　had　his　own　private　doorbell。

The　buzzer　rang　to　allow　her　in；　and　Blair　gingerly　pushed　the　door　open；　inhaling　the　entryway’s　familiar　scent　of　floor　polish　and　lilacs。　Everything—the　Van　Gogh　above　the　mantle；　the　austere　chandelier　in　the　main　dining　room；　the　white　marble　kitchen—looked　exactly　like　it　had　since　she’d　first　started　ing　to　Nate’s　house　when　she　was　five。　She　took　the　stairs　two　at　a　time　and　burst　into　Nate’s　bedroom。

“Hey！”　Nate　was　seated　at　his　desk　in　front　of　his　Mac　Air。　He　wore　the　moss　green　sweater　Blair　had　given　him　in　high　school。　Back　then；　she’d　secretly　sewn　a　gold　heart　pendant　into　the　inside—the　same　gold　heart　he’d　given　her　from　Tiffany—so　Nate　would　always　be　wearing　her　heart　on　his　sleeve。　“I　have　a　surprise　for　you；”　Nate　said；　swiveling　in　his　Eames　chair　to　face　her。

“Really？”　Blair　asked　uncertainly；　tugging　her　hat　off　and　shaking　her　hair　out　around　her　shoulders。　She’d　had　enough　surprises　for　the　day。

Nate　grinned。　He　couldn’t　wait　to　tell　Blair　what　he’d　decided。　He　hooked　his　fingers　underneath　the　sweater　and　pulled　it　up。

“That’s　the　surprise？”　Blair　rolled　her　eyes；　even　though　she　got　a　little　excited　at　the　sight　of　Nate’s　taut；　tanned　abs。

“No；　look！”　Nate　yanked　the　sweater　over　his　head　to　reveal　a　white　T…shirt　with　a　navy　blue　Yale　insignia。

Blair　gasped。　He　was　ing　back　to　school　with　her？　This　was　way　better　than　any　ring。　“Oh；　Nate！”　she　exclaimed；　throwing　her　arms　around　his　neck。

Nate　smiled　happily。　He　couldn’t　believe　it　had　taken　him　so　long　to　realize　that　he　and　Blair　were　meant　to　be　together。　Sure；　she　could　be　a　pain　in　the　ass；　but　she　was　his　pain　in　the　ass。　And　after　his　conversation　with　Chuck　the　other　night；　college　suddenly　seemed　like　a　good　option。　He　couldn’t　sail　around　the　world　forever。

“I　don’t　want　to　say　goodbye　to　you　again。　Maybe　I　can　even　get　placed　in　your　dorm。”　He　grinned。　He　still　couldn’t　believe　how　easy　the　decision　had　been。

“I’ll　arrange　everything；”　Blair　said　matter…of…factly。　She　couldn’t　believe　how；　after　her　shitstorm　of　a　year；　her　life　had　finally　settled　down。　Everything　was　perfectly　in　place。　“We’ll　get　an　apartment　together。　Then　we　can　have　a　huge　party　and　I’ll　introduce　you　to　everyone！”

Blair　ran　her　hands　over　the　Yale　insignia　across　his　strong　chest。　“I　love　you；　Nate；”　she　whispered。

Looks　like　someone　got　a　Bulldog　for　Christmas。

les　liaisons　dangereuses：　upper　west　side　edition

Vanessa　slammed　down　the　top　of　her　MacBook　Pro　in　frustration。　It　was　now　totally　dark　outside；　and　she’d　spent　the　past　two　hours　sitting　at　the　laminate　counter　in　the　Humphreys’　kitchen；　Googling　Hollis。　She’d　found　out　he　ran　track　in　high　school；　tha