gossip girl 12 终结- 第45部分

As　if　they　were　following　the　steps　to　a　dance　only　they　knew；　they　stood　without　breaking　their　kiss。　Vanessa　took　Dan’s　hand；　and　led　him　to　her　bedroom。

So　this　is　what　their　younger　selves　imagined。



hey　people！

bad　behavior

Just　when　I　think　we’re　all　too　old　for　the　over…the…top　antics　of　our　youth；　several　of　our　favorite　people　have　proven　they　still　know　how　to　bend　the　rules：　B　and　S　were　spotted　sneaking　into　a　certain　Eighty…second　Street　town　house。　J　was　spotted　rediscovering　her　rock　star　self　and　dancing　all　night　at　Filter。　That’s　just　as　well；　since　N　was　in　bed　with　B…　and　S。　And　D　didn’t　seem　to　miss　S　because　he　was　awfully　busy　with…　dinner。

So　what’s　up　with　the　recent　spate　of　bad　behavior？　It　could　be　a　result　of　senior　year　stress。　It　could　be　a　flirtation　with　the　past。　Or　it　could　be　us　ing　to　terms　with　the　yin　and　the　yang；　the　bad　and　the　good　existing　in　all　of　us。　The　realization　that　even　though　we　might　be　older；　we　might　wear　better　clothes；　we　might　be　able　to　spout　off　Proust　and　Plato　with　aplomb；　we’re　still　just　figuring　out　our　place　in　the　world；　one　mistake　at　a　time。　We’re　old　enough　to　stop　pretending　to　be　perfect；　to　stop　pretending　the　past　never　happened；　to　realize　that　drama　keeps　life　interesting。　And；　that　said…

hangover　help

I　don’t　know　about　you；　but　now　that　I’m　legally　allowed　to　drink；　my　hangovers　have　been　ten　times　worse。　Talk　about　youth　being　wasted　on　the　young。　If　this　season　you　find　yourself　with　a　pounding　headache　the　likes　of　which　you　haven’t　felt　since　freshman　year；　I　can　sympathize。　My　advice？　Go　back　to　sleep　and　have　your　significant　other　brave　the　cold　for　bagels。　Indulge　in　a　carb　and　snuggle…fest　in　bed；　and　stay　there　until　the　sun　dips　low　into　the　sky。　After　all；　it’s　vacation　and　you　deserve　the　break。

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

My　best　friend　has　a　boyfriend　but　loves　to　go　out　and　dance。　And　boys—especially　one　boy　in　particular—loves　to　dance　with　her。　Should　I　stage　an　intervention　or　something　or　just　realize　she　can　make　her　own　decisions？

—caligirl

a：　Dear　Cali；

Last　I　heard；　dancing　isn’t　cheating。　I　say；　just　dance—but　be　ready　to　cut　in　if　things　look　like　they’re　getting　a　little　too　down　and　dirty。

—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

So；　where’s　the　New　Year’s　party？

—partylikearockstar

a：　Dear　Party；

Ordinarily；　a　query　like　this　would　force　me　to　break　the　sad　news　that　you　just　may　not　have　been　invited　to　the　fete　of　the　season；　but　this　year；　it　seems　our　favorite　reformed　bad　boy　has　yet　to　send　out　invites。　Shall　we　add　sloth　to　our　list　of　sins　as　well？

—GG

sightings

N　ordering　a　dozen　bagels　at　daybreak　at　Pick…a…Bagel。　Impromptu　brunch　plans？…　B　and　S　stumbling　down　Fifth　Avenue；　also　at　daybreak；　heading　toward　S’s　house。　Haven’t　seen　that　in　a　while！　J　and　her　friend　E　ordering　eggs　at　Three　Guys　at　6　a。m。；　looking　sweaty　and　disheveled　in　that　I’ve　been　dancing　my　ass　off　all　night　way。　Good　for　them！　V　making　a　coffee　run　to　the　deli　on　the　corner；　looking　blissful　for　early　in　the　morning。　Why　so　happy？

one　more　theory

Maybe　all　of　our　bad　behavior　is　just　gearing　up　for　the　final　countdown：　I’m　talking　New　Year’s　Eve　in　just　a　few　days。　Will　our　favorite　party　pad　be　up　and　running　this　year；　or　will　we　need　to　find　an　alternate　venue？　Will　we　kiss　the　same　people；　different　people；　or　ring　in　the　new　year　with　only　our　cat　for　pany？　And　what　will　this　year　bring？　I’ll　be　the　first　to　know　and　you’ll　be　the　first　to　find　out。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

out　with　the　old；　in　with　the　new？

“A　large　latte；　please；”　Serena　said　to　the　surly…looking　server　behind　the　counter　of　the　Hungarian　Pastry　Shop　on　112th　and　Amsterdam。　Her　head　was　pounding　and　her　mouth　felt　dry。　Last　night；　after　drinking　a　few　of　her　extra…strong　vodka　gimlets；　she　and　Nate　and　Blair　had　fallen　asleep　in　a　tangled　pile　midway　through　Breakfast　at　Tiffany’s　and　had　woken　up　to　a　river　of　melted　ice　cream　in　the　bed　with　them。

People　have　woken　up　to　worse…。

Despite　the　shaky　start；　Serena　had　actually　managed　to　have　a　productive　morning。　She’d　called　the　real　estate　agent　for　the　Frank　Lloyd　Wright　house　and　had　already　made　all　the　arrangements　for　an　August　move…in。　She　couldn’t　wait。　And　she　really　couldn’t　wait　to　tell　Dan。　That　was　why　she’d　chosen　the　pastry　shop　to　meet。　Serena　hated　it；　but　it　was　Dan’s　favorite　place。

“Thanks；”　Serena　said　to　the　barista　as　she　grabbed　her　latte。　The　barista　snorted　in　response。　Serena　sat　down　at　one　of　the　tables　in　the　corner；　which　had　only　three　legs　and　shook　whenever　she　placed　her　cup　on　its　surface。

The　bell　above　the　door　dinged　as　a　new　customer　entered。　Dan。　He　was　red…faced　from　the　wind　and　holding　his　place　in　The　Tropic　of　Cancer　with　his　index　finger。

“Hey；”　he　said；　sinking　down　into　the　seat　across　from　her。

“Hi。”　Serena　smiled　at　her　rumpled；　absentminded　poet　boyfriend。　She　pulled　out　the　photos　she’d　printed　of　the　house　and　spread　them　across　the　table；　silently　beaming　in　satisfaction。

“Wow。”　Dan　picked　up　the　papers　to　look　more　closely。　The　house　looked　familiar；　like　someplace　he’d　studied　in　school　or　seen　in　a　coffee…table　book　about　architecture。

“It’s　a　Frank　Lloyd　Wright　house；　one　of　his　early；　Prairie…style　ones。　It’s　one　of　the　first　ones　he　created；”　Serena　said　proudly；　as　if　she’d　built　the　house　herself。　“And　it’s　ours。　Just　outside　Iowa　City！”

Dan　looked　around　so　he　wouldn’t　have　to　gaze　into　Serena’s　eyes。　The　coffee　shop　was　almost　empty；　except　for　two　couples　cozily　leaning　over　their　lattes。　The　events　of　last　night　came　rushing　back　to　him　in　a　flash　of　jet…black　hair　strewn　over　his　bare　chest。　Vanessa。

He　bed　his　hand　through　his　messy　hair。　“Um；　I’ve　been　thinking…”

“Do　you　like　it？”　Serena　asked；　biting　her　bottom　lip。

Large　concrete…pool　empty　eyes。

Dive　in…。

Dan　realized　just　then　that　he’d　never　imagined　Serena　joining　him　in　Iowa。　He’d　imagined　himself；　alone；　scribbling　poems。　Driving　past　endless　cornfields。　Mingling　with　other　students　at　poetry　readings　while　drinking　warm　white　wine　in　paper　cups。　In　all　of　his　visions；　he　was　by　himself。

“But　what　would　you　do　in　Iowa？”　The　words　were　out　of　Dan’s　mouth　before　he　could　stop　them。

“You　don’t　want　me　there？”　Serena　asked　in　a　small　voice。　She　began　chewing　on　her　thumbnail。　It　was　one　of　her　worst　habits；　one　the　makeup　artist　at　Breakfast　at　Fred’s　had　desperately　tried　to　stop；　but　Serena　couldn’t　help　it。　She　couldn’t　believe　Dan　didn’t　want　her。　It　was　so　unexpected　that　she　didn’t　know　what　to　think。

“No。　I　mean…”　Dan　trailed　off。　“I　need　to　just　write；　and　you　need　to…”　What　did　Serena　need　to　do？　For　the　past　couple　years；　it　had　felt　as　though　her　whole　life　revolved　around　him。　And　it　had　been　kind　of　nice；　to　be　such　a　central　part　of　her　world；　to　be　her　world　pletely。　But　Serena　deserved　to　have　her　own　thing。　“I　mean；　I　think　I　need　to　do　this　by　myself。”

Serena　nodded　slowly；　looking　at　the　photos　of　the　house；　a　dot　against　a　flat　green　landscape。　She’d　never　live　there　now。

“I　guess—I　guess　I　need　to　find　my　own　Iowa；”　Serena　said　slowly。　Around　them；　couples　were　gazing　adoringly　at　each　other　over　their　lattes；　their　tabletops　scattered　with　interchangeable　notebooks　and　books。　Serena　glanced　down　at　their　own　table；　which　held　her　cranberry　pink　Miu　Miu　bag　and　Dan’s　tattered；　stained　paperback。　Even　their　drinks　didn’t　match：　Hers　was　a　large　latte　in　a　paper　cup；　his　a　tiny；　chipped　espresso　mug。　No　matter　what　they　did　together　or　how　they　spent　their　time　or　how　much　she　loved　him；　they　were　just　pletely　different　people。　She’d　always　known　that；　but　she　didn’t　want　to　admit　it。

“You　can　still　keep　the　house。　I　paid　the　first　few　months。　It　was　your　Christmas　present；”　she　said；　offering　a　small　smile。

Dan　shook　his　head。　The　house　was　beautiful。　It　just　wasn’t　right　for　him。　Just　like　Serena。　“I’m　sorry；”　he　said　simply。　He　hadn’t　said　they　were　over。　He　didn’t　have　to。　Serena　already　seemed　to　know。

“I　don’t　want　to　do　that　goodbye　stuff　here。”　A　small　smile　formed　on　her　lovely　face　as　she　glanced　around　the　coffee　shop。

She　settled　her　gaze　on　Dan。　“I’ve　always　hated　it　here；”　she　confided。

And　now　she　never　has　to　go　back！

it’s　called　a　breakup　because　it’s　broken

“To　the　smartest；　sexiest　lawyer　I　know！　This　is　just　the　beginning；　Bear。”　Chuck　held　out　a　glass　of　champagne；　waiting　for　Blair　to　clink　her　glass　against　his。　They　were　squeezed　into　a　corner　table　at　Blue　Ribbon　Bakery；　nearby　Chuck’s　apartment　on　Thursday　morning；　and　the　bright　sun　streaming　through　the　windows　was　only　aiding　Blair’s　pounding　headache。　She　couldn’t　even　think　about　what　she　was　planning　to　order　for　brunch；　let　alone　toast　to　her　future。

Since　when　does　Blair　not　want　to　toast　something？

“Future　lawyer。”　Blair　rolled　her　eyes。　“I　have　to　go　to　law　school　before　I　can　actually　practice　law。”

She　knew　she　should　be　more　excited　that　she’d　been　officially　offered　a　job　at　McMahon　Cannon；　but　she’d　received　the　call　right　in　the　middle　of　eating　a　bagel　in　Nate’s　kitchen。　The　offer　was　an　unwele　reminder　that　she　really　was　a　grownup；　that　the　fun　and　giggly　and　totally　innocent　night　in　Nate’s　bed　was　probably　her　last；　that；　whether　she　liked　it　or　not；　she’d　chosen　a　path　for　her　life。

Which　is　a　heavy　realization　pre…brunch。

Blair　cautiously　sipped　her　champagne。　She　hadn’t　told　Chuck　where　she’d　spent　last　night。　It　was　just　easier　if　he　assumed　she　and　Serena　had　one　glass　too　many　of　wine　before　they’d　both　headed　back　to　the　Upper　East　Side。

“What　are　you　thinking？”

Blair　tried　to　suppress　a　sigh。　She’d　always　hated　that　question。　“What　am　I　thinking？”　she　parroted。　“That　there　should　be　some　fucking　service　here。　We’ve　been　sitting　here　for　twenty　minutes；”　she　snapped　in　annoyance。　She　hated　waiting。

“Are　you　okay？”　Chuck　asked；　placing　his　hand　protectively　on　top　of　hers。

Blair　resisted　the　urge　to　pull　away。　For　some　reason；　Chuck　was　so　annoying　today。

“I’m　just　tired。　Maybe　it’s　a　cold　or　something；”　Blair　lied；　pulling　on　the　sleeve　of　her　black　Vince　cashmere　sweater。　She　hadn’t　even　gone　home　to　change　after　the　impromptu　sleepover。　Maybe　that　was　her　problem。　A　nap；　a　shower；　and　a　change　of　clothes　and　she’d　be　fine。

If　only　it　were　that　simple…。

Chuck　nodded。　“I　thought　we　could　plan　our　summer；　now　that　your　job　is　all　set。　You　know；　for　something　to　look　forward　to。　Maybe　we　could　do　Capri　or　the　Maldives；　and　then　a　place　in　Water　Mill。　I　don’t　know　if　I’m　ready　to　buy　yet；　though；”　he　mused。

Blair’s　stomach　lurched。　Where　the　fuck　was　the　waiter？　She　felt　like　she　was　going　to　throw　up。　And　why　was　Chuck　talking　about　buying　a　house　in　the　Hamptons？　She’d　only　just　turned　twenty…one。　Couldn’t　they　act　like　normal　college　students？　She　wouldn’t　mind　a　little　more　fun　and　a　little　less　real　estate。

She　took　a　deep　breath。　She　felt　like　the　cream　walls　of　the　restaurant　were　closing　in　on　her。　Around　her；　patrons　were　chatt