gossip girl 12 终结- 第9部分

“You　came！”　A　slow　smile　spread　across　Hollis　Lyons’s　face；　reaching　his　slate　gray；　thickly　lashed　eyes。　He　was　tall　and　lean；　and　wore　jeans　and　a　purple…and…black…striped　vest　over　a　white　button…down。　A　black　newsboy　cap　sat　jauntily　on　his　head；　his　messy　black　hair　sticking　out　from　underneath。　On　anyone　else；　the　outfit　would’ve　looked　ridiculous；　but　on　Hollis；　it　somehow　worked。　Vanessa　randomly　thought　of　a　young　Christian　Bale　in　Newsies；　a　movie　Jenny　loved　for　no　apparent　reason。

Hollis　draped　his　arm　over　Vanessa’s　shoulder　and　led　her　into　the　kitchen。

“As　you　can　see；　we’re　extremely　well　stocked。”　He　gestured　to　the　makeshift　bar　like　a　game　show　host。　The　cracked　laminate　counter　was　littered　with　empty　bottles　and　cans。　“What　can　I　get　you？”

“Whatever　you’re　having。”

“PBR？”　Hollis　opened　the　refrigerator　and　held　out　a　can　toward　her。　“Seems　to　be　all　that’s　left。　I　thought　we’d　just　have　a　couple　of　people；　but　we’re　at　capacity。”　He　passed　the　beer　to　Vanessa。　“Just　so　you　know；　I　don’t　make　a　habit　of　drinking　with　my　students。”

“I’m　not　your　student　anymore！”　Vanessa　had　to　yell　above　the　music。　Le　Tigre　was　pounding　so　hard　through　the　stereo　that　the　hardwood　floor　seemed　to　be　shaking。

“I　know！”　Hollis　grinned　and　clinked　his　glass　against　hers。　“Let’s　go　upstairs！”

He　opened　the　door　of　the　apartment　and　Vanessa　followed。　He　swung　his　leg　onto　a　rickety　fire　escape　ladder　installed　four　feet　above　the　floor；　holding　his　beer　precariously　with　one　hand　the　whole　time。　Vanessa　clambered　after　him；　her　hands　gripping　the　freezing　fire　escape；　and　stepped　onto　a　narrow　landing。　They　faced　a　large　black　metal　door　with　a　note　tacked　on：　DO　NOT　OPEN；　ALARM　WILL　SOUND。

Hollis　pushed　open　the　door。　They　were　greeted　by　silence　instead　of　a　loud　siren。　“That’s　been　there　for　years；”　he　explained；　walking　out　onto　the　unfinished　tar…covered　roof。　Around　them；　other　people　were　on　their　own　rooftops；　setting　off　rogue　fireworks；　toasting　each　other；　and　laughing。

“I　love　it　up　here；”　Hollis　said。　“It’s　like　a　party　in　the　sky。　LA　was　nothing　like　this。　In　LA；　you　always　have　to　get　in　your　car　to　do　just　about　anything。　Here；　everyone’s　so　connected。”　He　shrugged　as　he　sipped　his　beer　and　surveyed　the　surrounding　rooftops。　“I　kind　of　wish　I　had　my　camera。”

“I　have　mine。”　Vanessa　pulled　her　camera　out　of　her　messenger　bag　and　offered　it　to　him。　She　crossed　her　arms　over　her　chest　and　clamped　her　teeth　together　so　they　wouldn’t　chatter。　She　didn’t　want　Hollis　to　know　how　cold　she　was；　because　she　didn’t　want　him　to　suggest　they　head　back　downstairs。

Is　that　so？

Hollis　took　the　camera　carefully　from　her　hands　and　pointed　it　in　her　direction。　“I’m　glad　we　came　up　here；”　he　said；　slowly　panning　the　camera　so　it　took　in　the　other　rooftops。　He　stopped　once　he　came　to　Vanessa。　“So；　tell　me　the　story　of　your　life。　Maybe　I　can　make　it　into　a　movie　that’ll　get　me　out　of　my　five…hundred…square…foot　apartment。”

“Do　you　use　all　your　students　for　story　ideas？”　Vanessa　took　a　sip　of　PBR　to　stop　herself　from　saying　anything　else　stupid。　Why　was　she　suddenly　so　nervous？　She’d　spent　plenty　of　time　alone　with　Hollis；　debating　the　merits　of　Cassavetes　after　class。　But　for　some　reason；　being　alone　with　him　right　now　felt　scary　and　thrilling　at　the　same　time。

“As　you　pointed　out：　You’re　not　my　student　anymore。　Now；　sit　on　the　picnic　table　over　there　and　tell　me　more　about　yourself。　That’s　an　order；”　he　added；　a　playful　smile　snaking　across　his　lips。

“What　do　you　want　to　know？”　Vanessa　perched　on　a　rickety　picnic　table　surrounded　by　rusted　lawn　chairs；　the　cold　seeping　through　her　jeans。　No　guy　had　ever　asked　to　film　her　before。　She　used　to　film　Dan　a　lot。　But　she　didn’t　want　to　think　about　Dan　right　now。

Wonder　why？

“Right　now；　you’re　doing　this　little　snarl　thing　with　your　upper　lip；　but　you’re　smiling　the　whole　time。　It’s　cute。　Has　anyone　ever　told　you　you　do　that？”　Hollis　asked。

“No。”　Vanessa　shook　her　head。　She　smiled　while　snarling？　And　Hollis　thought　it　was　cute？

We　all　have　our　special　talents。

Below　them；　people　from　the　bar　across　the　street　were　spilling　onto　the　sidewalk；　blowing　noisemakers。　“It’s　almost　New　Year’s！”　someone　yelled　into　the　night　air。

“Should　we　go　back　downstairs？”　Vanessa　asked　nervously。　Hollis　put　the　camera　down　on　the　bench　and　sat　down　next　to　her。

Just　then；　the　group　clustered　on　the　sidewalk　began　counting　down：　“Five；　four；　three；　two；　one…

“Happy　New　Year！”　The　phrase　rose　like　a　collective　chorus；　from　the　streets　below　and　the　roofs　around　them。

Hollis　brushed　his　hand　against　Vanessa’s　cheek；　then　cupped　her　chin　and　pulled　her　mouth　toward　his。　“In　case　you　thought　you　missed　your　opportunity　for　a　New　Year’s　kiss；”　he　murmured　as　his　lips　brushed　hers。

Vanessa　hesitated　for　a　fraction　of　a　second；　as　an　image　of　Dan’s　sallow　face　flashed　across　her　mind。　Dan；　her　Dan；　who　was　back　and　wanted　to　move　in　together；　go　to　school　together；　start　a　life　together。　But　it　was　this　thought　exactly　that　made　her　kiss　Hollis　right　back。　His　mouth　tasted　clean　and　cinnamony　and　not　at　all　like　Folgers。　She　knew　it　was　wrong　and　that　she’d　have　a　lot　of　thinking　to　do　in　the　morning。　But　up　here；　on　the　roof；　so　close　to　the　winter　stars；　it　felt　so　right。

In　film…speak；　this　is　called　a　central　conflict。

missed　connections

From：　svw@vanderWoodsen。

To：　bcw@yaleuniversity。edu

Time：　Friday；　December　31；　11：58　p。m。

Subject：　Re：　Here！

…　with　2　mins　to　go　before　New　Year’s！　A　million　sorries　and　a　thousand　ridiculous　reasons　why　I’m　late　but　I’ll　make　it　up　to　you；　I　promise！　Just　let　me　know　where　you　are　because　this　party　needs　fun　and　you　and　I　are　the　only　ones　who　can　supply　it。　Xoxoxoxoxoxox　Serena

From：　bcw@yaleuniversity。edu

To：　svw@vanderWoodsen。

Time：　Saturday；　January　1；　12：18　a。m。

Subject：　Re：　re：　Here！

Left　party　early　and　found　another　place　to　stay。　Will　call　you　tomorrow。　Happy　New　Year。

Xo；

Blair

the　honest　truth　and　other　rewards

All　of　the　lights　in　Nate’s　Eighty…second　Street　town　house　were　off。　Nate　didn’t　bother　to　turn　them　on　as　he　led　Blair　up　the　stairs　to　his　room。　They　hadn’t　talked　at　all　in　the　cab　uptown。　Talking—even　if　only　the　cabdriver　could　hear　them—felt　unnecessary。　Besides；　it　was　impossible　for　either　of　them　to　know　where　to　begin。　Instead；　they’d　both　stared　out　at　the　city　as　it　passed；　their　hands　intertwined。

Blair　followed　Nate　up　the　familiar　creaky　stairs　toward　the　three　rooms　that　made　up　his　private　third…floor　space。　Nate　paused　in　the　doorway。

“Blair；”　he　said　urgently。　He　planted　his　lips　on　hers。　She　tasted　familiar；　like　peppermint　gum　and　vanilla　lip　gloss。　He’d　never；　ever　leave　Blair　again。　He　was　so　thankful　she’d　given　him　another　chance。　He　wouldn’t　fuck　it　up　this　time。

We’ve　heard　that　one　before。

Blair　pulled　away；　her　hands　resting　lightly　on　Nate’s　strong　back。　The　moon　cast　a　wide　shaft　of　light　on　his　Italian　cotton　duvet　and　part　of　her　was　eager　to　lie　down　and　have　Nate　ravish　her。　But　part　of　her—the　grown…up　part—needed　to　know　that　what　had　happened　four　months　ago　wouldn’t　happen　again；　that　Nate　really　was　hers　forever。　She　sat　on　the　bed；　knitting　her　perfectly　manicured　fingers　together　in　her　lap。

“You　really　hurt　me　this　summer；”　she　said　quietly。

It　was　funny。　In　the　past；　when　Blair　was　pissed；　she’d　scream　or　throw　a　Manolo。　Her　hesitant　manner　was　almost　worse。　“I　know　I　did。　I　feel　so　guilty　about　that。”　Nate　hoped　his　words　conveyed　how　sorry　he　was。　He’d　never　meant　to　hurt　her。　She　needed　to　know　that。　“I　just　had　to　figure　out　some　stuff。　But　I　know　what　I　want；　now。　You；”　he　said　huskily。　He　couldn’t　believe　the　words　he　was　saying。　They　seemed　so　cheesy；　like　lines　from　one　of　those　black…and…white　movies　Blair　used　to　force　him　to　watch。　

A　single　tear　fell　on　the　hem　of　Blair’s　dress。　Normally；　she　never　let　anyone　see　her　cry。　“You　left　me。　You　left　me；　Nate；”　she　whimpered；　finally　letting　go　of　all　the　anger　and　frustrations　and　dashed　hopes　she’d　carried　with　her　for　the　past　four　months。

Nate　felt　his　heart　breaking　in　two　as　proud　tears　rolled　down　Blair’s　beautiful　cheeks。　He　wanted　to　kiss　her　again　and　again　until　everything　was　better。　Instead；　he　sat　beside　her　and　placed　his　hand　tentatively　over　hers。

“I’ll　never　leave　you　again。　Blair。　I　love　you。”　Nate’s　stomach　knotted；　willing　her　to　echo　his　feelings。

“I　love　you　too；”　Blair　said　finally；　another　tear　trickling　down　her　cheek。　She　wasn’t　sure　why　she　was　still　crying。　She　was　just　so　relieved　and　happy　and　homesick　and　excited；　all　at　once。　Nate　gently　wiped　the　tear　away　with　his　index　finger。

Blair　leaned　in　and　kissed　him；　hard。　“I　love　you；”　she　said　again。

Together；　they　lay　down　so　they　were　facing　each　other。　The　strap　of　Blair’s　dress　was　falling　down　her　shoulder。　He　reached　out　and　eased　it　down；　so　Blair’s　skin　was　exposed。　They　didn’t　need　to　talk　anymore。　All　they　needed　was　each　other。

Just　then；　a　loud　buzz　emanated　from　Blair’s　Chloé　clutch　where　it　had　been　hastily　tossed　on　the　wood　floor。

“Let’s　ignore　that；”　Blair　said；　reaching　toward　the　waistband　of　Nate’s　khakis。　She　wasn’t　mad　at　him　anymore。　What　he’d　done　last　summer　didn’t　even　matter　anymore。　All　that　mattered　was　this—them；　together。

breakfast　of　champions

Please　answer　the　phone；　Serena　whispered　as　she　dialed　Blair’s　number　on　New　Year’s　morning。　It　was　10　a。m。　and　she’d　been　up　since　seven；　feeling　guilty　about　abandoning　Blair　last　night。　She　wasn’t　sure　how　to　interpret　Blair’s　e…mail。　It　wasn’t　bitchy；　exactly。

Not　exactly。

But　what　could　she　have　done？　It　wasn’t　like　she　could　leave　Thaddeus　alone　with　his　homophobic　ditz　of　a　date。　She’d　only　been　able　to　leave　after　Carilee　passed　out　on　Thaddeus’s　bed　after　one　too　many　amaretto　sours。　It　had　proved　impossible　to　get　a　cab；　so　she’d　gone　back　up　to　the　party　and　begged　Ira　to　let　her　use　his　town　car。　Finally；　she’d　gotten　to　Chuck’s　party。　It　was　crawling　with　L’école　and　Seaton　Arms　underclassmen　she’d　never　met　before；　all　eager　to　hang　out　with　her。　But　no　sign　of　Blair。

Knowing　Blair；　she’d　probably　gotten　a　suite　and　was　watching　an　Audrey　Hepburn　marathon　and　hating　her　life—and　maybe　even　Serena。　She　felt　guiltier　each　time　she　thought　about　it。

Hi；　you’ve　reached　Blair　Waldorf…。　Serena　threw　the　phone　on　her　bed　in　frustration。

Just　then；　the　inter　buzzer　to　the　apartment　rang。　Serena　sprang　up　and　buzzed　Blair　in。

She　raced　back　to　her　bedroom；　plucked　a　pair　of　black　Stella　McCartney　for　Adidas　yoga　pants　off　the　floor；　and　yanked　them　over　her　Cosabella　boy　shorts；　padding　to　the　door　on　her　size　nine　bare　feet。

“Hey　Booger　Braids！”　Serena　called　the　kindergarten…age　endearment　down　the　hall；　not　caring　what　her　neighbors　might　think　about　her　inappropriate　greeting。　“Sorry　I　missed　you　last　night。”

Blair　rounded　the　corner　of　the　elevator　bank　into　the　hallway。　But　she　wasn’t　alone。

“Look　who　I　found！”　Blair　announced；　feeling　a　slight　thrill　of　pleas