gossip girl 11 英文-第36章

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way　from　now　until　they　climbed　into　her　brand　new　bisque…colored　BMW　and　drove　away；　
leaving　her　crazy　family　behind。　

In　the　corner；　Serena　laughed　again；　and　Nate　ran　his　hands　through　his　wavy；　salty　hair。　Clearly　
they　were　in　their　own　little　world；　with　no　clue　what　the　hell　was　happening　to　her。　Blair　clutched　
her　stomach。　Projectile　vomiting　was　a　distinct　possibility。　Her　family　was　seriously　moving？　
What　would　it　be　like　on　Thanksgiving　or　Christmas　break？　She？d　be　in　L。A。　with　her　stupid　
family；　hiding　out　in　their　bomb　shelter　or　wherever　the　fuck　people　went　during　earthquakes　and　
Nate　would　be　。　。　。　here。With　Serena。　

She　heard　her　mother　calling　after　her　as　she　clutched　her　stomach　and　ran　down　the　hall　to　her　
old　bedroom。　Baby　Yale　was　lying　in　her　white　wooden　crib；　her　head　topped　with　a　Mohawk　of　
strawberry　blond　peach　fuzz。　She　smiled　delightedly　at　her　big　sister　as　if　to　say；　？What？s　all　the　
fuss　about？？　Blair　went　over　and　picked　her　up；　glad　to　see　her　chubby　little　friend　after　almost　a　
month　away。　Then　she　noticed　that　Yale　was　wearing　a　tie…dyed　onesie　with　the　words　
CALIFORNIA　DREAMIN？　stenciled　on　the　front　of　it。　

Without　a　moment？s　hesitation；　Blair　whisked　her　tiny　sister　over　to　the　changing　table；　yanked　
off　the　offending　article；　and　replaced　it　with　the　adorable　pink　DKNY　onesie　she　had　bought　for　
her　at　the　DKNY　flagship　store　on　Madison　Avenue。　Yale　giggled　as　Blair　tickled　her　in　all　her　
favorite　spots。　

？There。？　She　dropped　the　tie…dyed　onesie　into　the　airtight　Diaper　Genie；　where　it　would　be　lost　
forever。　？Much　better！？　Yale　clung　to　Blair？s　shoulder　as　Blair　carried　her　over　to　the　
celery…colored　cashmere　throw　rug　to　play　with　blocks。　

At　least　someone　was　happy　to　see　her。　

s　and　n？s　mission　impossible　

？So；　what　have　you　been　doing　here　all　by　yourself？？　Nate　asked。　He　shook　the　sand…colored　hair　
from　his　eyes。　Across　the　elegant　burgundy…and…ivory　living　room；　Blair　was　arguing　with　her　
mother；　as　usual。　

　？Nothing　much。？　Serena　hoped　she　didn？t　look　as　nervous　as　she　felt。　？Nothing？　was　the　
truth？she？d　spent　the　past　month　doing　a　whole　lot　of　nothing；　bumming　around　on　her　couch；　


wandering　the　streets　of　New　York　aimlessly；　iced　latte　in　hand；　going　to　movie　theaters　alone。　
Just　trying　to　distract　herself　from　the　gnawing；　anxious　feeling　inside　her。　？You　know；　hanging　
out？the　usual。？　She　couldn？t　tell　Nate　what　she？d　been　up　to？it　was　too　pathetic。　She　took　a　deep　
breath　and　wiped　her　sweaty　palms　on　her　cutoff　skirt。　Why　was　she　so　nervous？　This　wasNate；　
the　guy　she？d　chased　around　this　very　living　room　when　she　was　six　because　she　wanted　to　wear　
his　new　Superman　Underoos。　

Has　anything　really　changed？　

？What　about　you　guys？you？re　the　ones　who　went　on　this　big　adventure！？　Serena　looked　into　
Nate？s　eyes　and　edged　her　fingers　closer　to　his　on　the　settee　where　they　were　huddled　together。　
She　smiled　shyly；　her　blond　hair　curling　slightly　around　her　temples。　She　wasn？t　trying　to　flirt；　but　
when　it　came　to　Nate；　she　couldn？t　seem　to　help　herself。　？Captain　Archibald；？　she　said　with　a　sly　
smile。　

？Don？tever　call　me　that！？　he　laughed。　？Seriously；　though；　being　out　on　the　water　all　that　time　
was　amazing。　Sun　every　day；　and　the　stars　at　night？you　just　can？t　imagine　how　great？？　？That？s　
awesome；　Natie。？　Serena　cut　him　off　distractedly。　She　turned　to　stare　as　Blair　got　up　from　her　seat　
and　stormed　out　of　the　living　room；　holding　her　stomach　with　one　hand　and　wiping　her　face　with　
the　other。　Throwing　a　tantrum　five　minutes　after　ing　home　wasn？t　exactly　unusual　for　Blair；　
but　Serena　wondered　if　she　should　she　go　and　check　on　her　friend。Wait；　shouldn？t　that　be　Nate？s　
job　now？　she　wondered。　Wasn？t　checking　on　your　girlfriend　kind　of　a　boyfriend　thing　to　do？　
Serena　turned　to　look　at　him。　He　was　gazing　straight　at　her；　pletely　oblivious　to　the　fact　that　
Blair？the　supposed　love　of　his　life？had　just　run　of　the　living　room　in　tears。What　the　hell　did　that　
mean？　

Umm　。　。　。　maybe　that　he？s　stoned？　Again？　

？So；？　Serena　started　again；　focusing　her　gaze　on　the　gray　Abercrombie　T…shirt　Nate　had　had　for　
as　long　as　she　could　remember？anything　to　avoid　looking　up　into　his　glittering　green　eyes。　She　
shuffled　her　flip…flops　against　the　floor　and　steeled　herself　for　the　question　she　knew　she　had　to　
ask；　no　matter　how　much　the　answer　hurt。　？Did　you　find？？？　？We　found　so　much　cool　shit。？　He　
grinned　widely。　？Little　sandbar　islands；　these　caves　up　in　Maine？we　even　saw　fuckingpuffins　！？　

Serena　looked　up　into　his　beach…glass　green　eyes；　her　heart　thumping　crazily　in　her　chest。　She　
kept　replaying　Blair？s　sudden　exit　over　in　her　mind。　What　was　she　so　upset　about？　Had　Nate　
found　the　letter　and　said　something　to　her　about　it？　Or　what　if　Blair　had　found　it　and　toldhim　？　Or；　
worse　yet；　what　if　Blair　found　it　anddidn？t　tell　him？　What　if　Nate　loved　her　too　and　that　was　why　
he　wasn？t　running　after　Blair？　Or　what　if　the　letter　was　still　nestled　in　the　glove　partment　of　
Nate？s　father？s　Aston　Martin；　unread；　all　her　questions　unanswered？　

？It　was　really　amazing；？　he　said；　speaking　slowly；　the　way　Nate　always　did　when　he　was　happy　
or　relaxed　or　stoned；　which　was　basically　all　the　time。　？I　didn？t　want　to　e　back。？　Just　looking　
at　his　angelic　face；　she　couldn？t　stand　not　knowing　what　had　happened　to　her　letter？not　knowing　


whether　or　not　he　knew。　She　had　to　saysomething。　

Serena　smiled　weakly。　？Nate；　did　you　ever　find？？？　？Just　a　minute；　you　two！？　Eleanor　appeared　
before　them　and　sat　down；　wedging　her　skinny　butt　between　them　on　the　way…too…small…for…three　
settee。　Serena　and　Nate　both　inched　over？not　that　they　had　a　choice。　It　was　either　move　or　have　
Eleanor　sit　on　their　laps。　She　linked　one　arm　through　Serena？s　and　the　other　through　Nate？s；　a　
mischievous　look　on　her　face。　The　overpowering　scent　of　Eleanor？s　Chanel　No。　5　made　Serena　
feel　like　she　was　in　a　department　store。　

？I？m　so　glad　to　get　the　two　of　you　alone；？　Eleanor　whispered　conspiratorially；　as　if　they　were　all　
planning　some　kind　of　top…secret　mission。　？I？m　working　on　a　surprise　for　Blair　for　the　party。　It？s　a　
slide　show　of　Blair？s　life？kind　of　like　a…greatest…moments…so…far　thing。？　She　smiled　brightly；　
turning　her　head　back　and　forth　to　look　at　Serena　and　Nate　as　she　spoke；　like　she　was　watching　a　
tennis　match。　？But　the　problem　is　that　I　don？t　really　have　the　time　to　go　through　thethousands　of　
snapshots　of　Blair　I？ve　amassed　over　the　years？and　that？s　where　you　two　e　in！？　She　squeezed　
each　of　their　knees　with　her　hands。　？I　need　you　to　go　through　thisimmense　stack　of　albums　and　
choose　some　appropriate　photographs。　But　I？m　afraid　we？re　on　a　bit　of　a　deadline？I　need　them　by　
next　Friday　at　the　latest。？　Serena　tried　to　glance　at　Nate　over　Eleanor？s　head；　but　when　she　leaned　
back　on　the　couch；　Eleanor　leaned　back　too；　fanning　herself　with　her　hand。　？But　remember？this　
has　to　be　a　top…secret　mission；　you　two；　so　no　telling　Blair！？　Eleanor？s　loud　whisper　reverberated　
off　the　living　room？s　paneled　walls；　and　she　held　her　finger　up　to　her　mouth。　

　Hush…hush！　

Serena　tried　not　to　giggle。　Eleanor　was　terrible　at　keeping　secrets？she　always　managed　to　tell　her　
children　what　they　were　getting　for　Christmasbefore　she？d　even　bought　their　presents。　Most　likely　
she？d　tell　Blair　by　tomorrow？ifBlair　hadn？t　already　heard　their　entire　conversation。　Nate　just　
nodded　mutely。　He　never　said　much　in　Eleanor？s　presence：　she　was　far　too　overwhelming。　

？We？d　be　happy　to　do　it；？　Serena　answered　for　the　both　of　them。　？And　we　promise　to　keep　it　a　
secret　from　Blair。？　Yeah。　They？re　good　at　that。　

a　very　short　engagement　

？I　am　just　too　pooped　to　pop！？　Dan？s　mom　stretched　her　arms　overhead　and　wiggled　her　butt　
back　and　forth　on　the　lumpy　brown　leather　sofa　in　the　living　room；　her　mouth　open　in　a　yawn。　It　
was　only　eight　o？clock；　and　Rufus　was　at　one　of　his　anarchist　poet　jamborees　in　the　West　Village。　
She　looked　around；　blinking　like　a　sleepy　Siamese　cat。　Her　mousy　brown　hair　was　sticking　out　in　
every　direction；　and　her　watery　blue　eyes　were　now　red　and　bloodshot。　？Jet　lag　really　gets　you　at　
my　age。　And　cocktails　on　the　plane　are　only　a　temporary　fix！？　


She　looked　at　Dan　and　then　turned　in　the　direction　of　the　kitchen　doorway；　where　Vanessa　was　
standing；　obviously　expecting　them　to　say　something。　Dan　sat　stonily　in　the　tattered　armchair　
across　from　his　mom；　still　not　sure　what　to　make　of　her。　

？But　you　kids　really　shouldn？t　be　drinking！？　She　wagged　a　finger　back　and　forth；　apparently　
unaware　that　she　was　chastising　them　for　somethingshe？d　done。　？Although　if　you　want　to　taste　
some？just　a　taste？you　just　let　me　know；　okay？　Because　that　would　be　fine。　So；　where　am　I　
sleeping？？　she　added　to　her　rambling。　

Dan　attempted　to　exchange　a　what…the…hell？　glance　with　Vanessa；　but　she　just　stood　there；　lazily　
licking　the　remains　of　the　penis　cream　puff　from　her　fingers。　The　contrast　of　her　snowy；　white　skin　
against　her　close…cropped　dark　hair；　the　curve　of　her　red　lips；　her　slightly　mocking　brown　eyes？she　
really　was　beautiful。　

？See？？　His　mother　leaned　forward　and　prodded　his　knee　with　he