gossip girl 11 英文-第10章

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As　he　rode　up　in　the　wood…paneled　elevator；　Nate　wasn？t　sure　what　he　would　say　to　Serena　if　she　
evenwas　home。　All　he　wanted　was　to　chill　for　a　while　and　forget　everything　that　had　just　happened　
in　the　last　torturous　hour；　but　knowing　Blair；　she？d　probably　already　told　Serena　the　news。　He　
strode　purposefully　to　the　van　der　Woodsens？　door　and　knocked。　

Serena　opened　the　door　to　her　apartment　almost　instantly；　as　if　she？d　been　waiting　for　him。　She　
was　wearing　a　crisp　white　cotton　dress；　like　she　was　about　to　go　play　tennis；　except　that　her　golden　
hair　was　messily　piled　on　top　of　her　head　with　a　paintbrush　sticking　through　it。　？Hey。？　Nate　
grinned。　？Want　to　hang　out　for　a　while？？　She　smiled　slowly；　then　opened　the　door　wide；　grabbing　
his　T…shirt　and　pulling　him　inside。　

A　few　minutes　later　they　sat　cross…legged　on　the　floor　by　the　edge　of　her　frilly　white　bed；　the　
leather　photo　album　spread　out　in　front　of　them。　Serena　leaned　forward　to　turn　to　a　new　page；　her　
hair　falling　across　Nate？s　shoulder。　He　breathed　deeply。　His　pulse　was　finally　slowing。　All　it　took　
was　Serena？s　signature　scent　of　patchouli　and　lilies　to　calm　him　down。　

Nate　looked　around　at　her　familiar　room。　There　was　the　tiny　glass　ballerina　atop　her　mahogany　
jewelry　chest。　The　kilt…wearing　teddy　bear　from　Scotland　he　used　to　make　say　dirty　things　until　
Serena　squealed　at　him　to　stop；　even　though　she　was　laughing　hysterically。　The　giant　mahogany　


armoire　with　crazily　printed　underwear　spilling　out　of　it。　The　little　silver　box　on　her　night　table　
that　he　knew　was　full　of　her　baby　teeth。　

？Did　Blair　call　you？？　Nate　asked；　resting　his　head　on　the　bed　behind　him。　He　looked　up　at　the　
white　eyelet　canopy　overhead　and　recognized　the　little　brown　burn　mark　he？d　made　in　ninth　
grade。　

She　shook　her　head。　？Why？？　

He　squirmed　unfortably　on　the　carpet。　？I　don？t　know。？　Serena　just　smiled　and　turned　back　to　
the　album。　An　eight…by…ten　photo　of　her　in　the　fifth　grade；　dressed　up　as　a　fairy；　peered　up　at　
them。　？My　hair　is　green。？　She　blushed　and　tried　to　turn　the　page。　

？No。？　Nate　sat　forward　and　reached　for　the　album；　flipping　the　page　back　so　he　could　study　the　
picture。　Little　Serena　trapped　underneath　the　clear　plastic；　wearing　a　pink　satin　gown　and　wings；　a　
sparkling　silver　wand　in　her　hand。　？You　look　beautiful。？　Serena　rolled　her　eyes。　？Anyway　。　。　。？　she　
said；　turning　the　pages；　？why　did　you　e　over　here　again？？　Nate　shrugged；　Chips？s　words　still　
echoing　in　his　brain。　If　he　could　only　figure　out　what　thinking　with　his　balls　actually　meant；　
maybe　he　could　figure　some　shit　out。　？I　was　in　the　neighborhood。？　He　looked　down　at　a　picture　of　
him　and　

Serena。　He　didn？t　remember　taking　this　one。　Their　cheeks　were　pressed　close　together；　flushed　
and　smiling；　and　it　was　taken　from　above；　his　arm　holding　the　camera　out　in　front　of　their　faces。　

？Is　that？？　he　heard　the　words　tumble　out　of　his　mouth。　？It？s　from　the　day　I　came　down　from　
Ridgefield；？　she　said　quietly；　finishing　his　thoughts。　Serena　swallowed　hard；　looking　down　at　the　
page。　？The　day　we　。　。　。？　Nate　knew　before　she？d　even　said　the　words。　It　was　a　photograph　from　
the　night　they？d　lost　their　virginity　to　each　other；　more　than　two　years　ago。　He　couldn？t　help　
thinking　about　her　soft　skin　and　the　fun　they？d　had。　Some　documentary　about　the　Ten　
mandments　was　on　TV　that　night；　and　when　they？d　turned　it　on　after　they？d　made　love　for　
the　very　first　time；　Serena　had　yelled　out；　？You　parted　my　red　sea！？　He　smiled；　remembering　how　
happy　they　were；　how　they？d　stayed　in　each　other？s　arms　until　the　sun　rose。　

？I　don？t　even　remember　taking　it；？　Serena　added　with　a　shrug　of　her　shoulders　before　she　
reached　out　and　started　to　flip　to　another　page　in　the　album。　

？Me　neither；？　Nate　said；　reluctant　to　let　go　of　the　page。　Why　couldn？t　happiness　just　stay　like　
that？trapped　under　plastic　and　hermetically　sealed？　Why　did　everything　have　to　get　
soplicated　？　He　wished　more　than　anything　that　he　could　just　go　back　in　time　to　that　night　and　
start　all　over　again。　

Serena　grabbed　the　book　away　from　him；　closed　it；　and　sat　up；　crossing　her　legs　Indian　style。　She　
was　wearing　a　pair　of　ridiculously　tiny　white　shorts　under　her　cotton　dress。　It　almost　hurt　Nate？s　
eyes　to　look　at　her。　


Sounds　like　he　was　thinking　with；　ahem；something　now。　？Nate；？　she　began；　taking　a　deep　
breath；　？I　need　to　ask　you　something。　I　。　。　。　I　really　need　to　know　the　truth。？　？What？？　His　heart　
stopped　for　a　second。　Serena？s　almost　navy　blue　eyes　were　so　serious　that　he　found　himself　
reaching　over　and　grabbing　her　hand；　squeezing　her　soft　palm　in　his　own　to　fort　her。　

She　squirmed　unfortably　and　swallowed　hard。　？Did　you　ever　get　my　letter？？Letter？　Nate　
shook　his　head　slowly。　

Serena　took　another　deep　breath　and　looked　straight　at　him。　？I　wrote　you　a　letter　to　tell　you　that　I　
love　you；？　she　said　quietly。　？I　always　have。？　The　room　was　so　quiet　that　Nate　didn？t　know　
whether　the　sound　of　breathing　in　his　ears　was　his　or　hers。　Sitting　there　with　Serena；　on　the　floor　
of　her　room；　everything　felt　right。　Andsimple　。　In　fact；　when　he　really　thought　about　it；　things　
between　him　and　Serena　had　always　been　simple？it　waslife　that　had　plicated　them。　

And　somehow　it　felt　totally　right　for　him　to　kiss　her。　He　leaned　forward；　his　bare　knees　sinking　
into　the　carpet；　and　pressed　his　lips　to　hers。　As　he　breathed　in　the　scent　of　her；　he　felt　his　limbs　
relax；　his　body　going　limp　with　relief　and　happiness。　

Kissing　Serena　was　the　exactopposite　of　having　a　pair　of　stilettos　thrown　at　his　head？it　was　
absolutely　effortless。　They　staggered　to　their　feet　and　she　pushed　him　down　on　the　bed；　kissing　
him　back　eagerly。　

And　the　rest　is　history；　repeating　itself。　

　TO：　DHump18@gmail。

　FROM：　perma_green420@hotmail。

　Subject：　Changes　

　Hey　Dan；　

Dude。　I　guess　you　and　me　are　going　to　be　roommates　at　Evergreen。　I　don？t　know　about　you；　but　
I？m　totally　stoked　on　going　out　to　Washington。　I？m　from　this　shit…ass　town　in　the　boondocks　of　
Idaho；　and　after　eighteen　goddamn　years　here　Ineed　to　get　the　fuck　out。　

It？s　not　just　that　living　here　bores　me　to　tears；　but　the　people　here　just　have　no　respect　for　the　
earth；　right？　If　the　kids　I　grew　up　with　spent　a　quarter　of　the　time　they　spend　cooking　meth　in　their　
basements　focusing　on　the　fucking　earth；　we？d　have　solved　global　warming　by　now。　Honestly。　It？s　
like　with　smokers？why　do　they　do　it？　I　can？t　stand　people　who　damage　themselves　and　others　for　
no　fucking　reason；　you　know？　It？s　all　about　respect。　

So　what　about　you；　bro？　You　stoked　for　school？　I　hope　you？re　not　bringing　too　much　


stuff；　？cause　I　hear　our　rooms　are　pretty　small。　I？m　pretty　neat；　mostly　because　I　don？t　have　a　lot？I　
try　to　simplify；　stick　to　the　basics；　you　know。　The　only　thing　about　me　that？s　high　maintenance　is　
my　allergies？I？m　allergic　to　coffee　beans　and　will　go　into　anaphylactic　shock　if　I？m　even　near　a　
coffee　ground。　Trust　me；　it？s　not　as　cool　as　it　sounds。　

Are　you　signing　up　for　that　frosh　orientation　camping　trip？　Sounds　pretty　fucking　sweet　to　me。　
Getting　to　know　our　classmates；　spending　some　time　out　in　the　open　country；　living　off　the　
earth？way　it　should　be；　man。　Way　it　should　be。　

Peace；　love；　and　unity；　

　Urth　Greenberg　

breaking　up　isn？t　all　that　hard　to　do　

Dan　sat　on　the　curb　outside　the　Strand；　a　cigarette　in　one　hand　and　a　cup　of　weak；　tepid　black　
coffee　in　the　other。　Taxis　rumbled　down　Broadway；　pouring　black　smoke　out　of　their　tailpipes。　A　
stream　of　tourists　flooded　the　sidewalks；　mopping　their　sweaty　brows　and　looking　questioningly　
into　the　musty　old　bookstore　as　if　trying　to　gauge　the　strength　of　its　air…conditioning。　The　heat　
shimmered　off　the　pavement　in　waves　and　Dan　pushed　his　long；　straggly　brown　hair　back　from　his　
forehead　with　one　hand。　

For　the　past　few　days；　he？d　bailed　on　the　shifts　that　overlapped　with　Greg？s　in　an　attempt　to　
postpone　their　inevitable　talk。　He　just　didn？t　know　what　tosay　when　Greg　told　him　he　wanted　to　
be　more　serious；　moreofficial　。　Avoidance　had　seemed　like　a　good　plan；　but　then　this　morning　his　
boss　had　threatened　to　fire　him　if　he　didn？t　e　in；　so　he？d　spent　the　day　in　stealth　mode；　hiding　
out　in　the　gardening　section　and　ducking　behind　bookshelves　whenever　he　heard　footsteps　
approaching。　

？Hello　Daniel。？　An　unfamiliar；　elderly　voice　startled　him。　

He　looked　up　from　his　perch　on　the　sidewalk　and　recognized　Aggie；　the　seventysomething　
receptionist　at　Riverside　Prep　who　wore　a　different　wig　every　day。　Today　it　was　black　and　curly；　
sort　of　like　Ernie？s　hair　fromSesame　Street。　

？Hello　Aggie；？　Dan　mumbled。　This　was　the　problem　with　New　York？you　couldn？t　get　a　second　
of　peace　and　quiet　without　running　into　someone　you　knew。　Aggie　would　probably　want　to　have　
tea　with　him　now；　maybe　get　in　one　last　heart…to…heart　before　he　left　for　college。　

Or　take　him　wig　shopping？　


？Well；　Daniel；　it？s　lovely　to　run　into　you　like　this；　though　I　can？t　stay　and　chat。　Congratulations　
on　your　recent　announcement；　and　I？m　sorry　I　missed　your　party！？　Dan　watched　in　shock　as　Aggie　
smiled；　patting　her　wig；　and　then　shuffled　off　in　the　direction