gossip girl 7 英文-第20章

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see…through　plastic　sack　full　of　naked　Barbie　dolls　with　their　heads　missing。　At　Santa's　face　was　a　
lava　lamp　with　real…looking　eyeballs　floating　around　inside　it。　The　ramp　was　like　a　haunted　house　
only　more　disturbing。　

Slightly？　


〃Everyone　here　is　an　artist；〃　Beverly　declared；　〃and　they've　been　doing　this　party　since　March。〃　

Vanessa　nodded；　even　though　she　wasn't　exactly　sure　what　he　meant　by　〃doing　this　party。〃　It　
sounded　a　little　like　the　art　〃happenings〃　at　Andy　Warhol's　factory　back　in　the　1960's…　lots　of　cool　
arty　people　collaborating　to　make　weird　art　that　no　one　really　understood　and　that　wasn't　even　
very　good。　

When　they　reached　the　top　of　the　ramp；　Beverly　pushed　the　door　open　and　they　stepped　inside。　
The　space　was　a　giant　warehouse；　cool　and　dark；　except　the　glow　from　four　giant　lava　lamps　like　
they'd　seen　on　the　way　in。　No　one　greeted　them；　and　Vanessa　was　surprised　to　find　only　about　
thirty　people　there。　They　sat　cross…legged　on　the　floor　in　little　clusters；　finger…painting　on　the　
pages　of　encyclopedias　and　looking　pletely　spaced　out；　like　they　hadn't　slept　since　the　party　
started　back　in　March。　No　one　was　drinking　anything　or　eating　anything　or　even　talking。　It　was　
sort　of　like　an　anti…party　party。　

Vanessa　watched　as　a　women　wearing　a　fuzzy　red　bathrobe　and　red　rubber　rain　boots　chopped　off　
a　handful　of　her　long　dark　hair　and　dropped　it　into　a　huge　pot　sitting　on　a　hotplate　on　the　floor。　A　
tall；　pale　skinny　guy　wearing　only　a　black　fedora　hat　and　black　boxer　shorts　went　up　to　the　pot　and　
stired　it　with　a　wooden　yardstick。　

〃Bruce；〃　Beverly　greeted　the　guy　with　a　nod。　〃This　is　Vanessa。　She　makes　films。〃　

Bruce　nodded　and　kept　on　nodding　for　longer　than　normal　as　he　stirred　the　pot。　Vanessa　wished　
desperately　that　she　had　her　video　camera　with　her。　She'd　never　seen　anything　quite　like　this。　

〃Are　you　here　to　make　a　donation？〃　Bruce　asked。　

Vanessa　wasn't　sure　who　he　was　talking　to。　In　fact；　for　the　first　time　in　her　life；　she　felt　pletely　
lost。　Every　party　she'd　ever　been　to　had　been　predictable　to　the　point　of　being　hopelessly　boring。　
She　smiled　tentatively　at　Beverly。　It　was　sort　of　nice　to　be　surprised。　

The　music　suddenly　shifted　to　the　soundtrack　for　'Shrek　2'　and　Vanessa　felt　more　lost　than　ever。　
She　took　a　step　forward　and　peered　into　Bruce's　pot。　〃What　is　that　anyway？〃　

Bruce　held　up　his　left　hand　and　wiggled　his　fingers。　The　top　joint　on　the　middle　finger　of　his　left　
hand　was　missing；　just　like　Beverly's。　

〃I'm　working　on　a　regeneration　project；〃　Bruce　said；　as　if　that　explained　everything。　

Beverly　held　up　his　left　hand　and　spread　his　fingers　out　like　a　fan。　No；　Vanessa　wasn't　going　
insane。　His　middle　finger　really　was　missing　its　top。　〃Most　of　us　have　contributed。　But　there's　no　
pressure　or　anything。〃　

Well；　isn't　that　a　relief？　


Vanessa　wasn't　easily　creeped　out；　but　she　was　getting　close。　〃And　what　do　you　do　with　the。。。　parts　
and　stuff。。。　in　the　pot。。。　after　they're　like；　cooked　or　whatever？〃　

Bruce　grinned　and　his　blue　veins　stood　out　on　his　pale　neck。　He　looked　like　he　hadn't　eaten　in　
months。　〃It's　not　about　the　doing；　it's　about　the　stirring；〃　he　responded。　

Beverly　nodded　in　that　same　odd；　prolonged　way　that　Bruce　had　nodded　before。　〃Vanessa's　got　a　
great　space；〃　he　volunteered；　apropos　of　nothing。　〃I'm　thinking　of　crashing　there　for　awhile。　It'd　be　
great　for　something　like　this；〃　he　added　still　nodding。　

All　of　a　sudden　Vanessa　realized　that　looking　for　roommates　on　the　internet　probably　wasn't　such　a　
great　idea。　Beverly　had　seemed　interesting　at　first；　she'd　almost　rather　live　with　Dan；　despite　all　his　
failings；　or　one　of　her　spoiled；　vain；　fashion…obsessed　classmates　than　e　home　to　boiling　
fingers　who　knew　what　else　on　her　stove。　It　was　one　thing　to　make　art　that　people　thought　was　
shocking　and　bizarre　without　actually　trying　to　be　shocking　and　bizarre。　Beverly　and　his　friends　
were　in　college…　hadn't　they　learned　anything？　

〃Are　you　thirsty？〃　Beverly　asked　her。　〃Do　you　want　some　water？〃　

Vanessa　realized　that　was　just　the　nicest　thing　he'd　said　to　her　all　night。　She　couldn't　believe　she'd　
been　worried　about　the　configuration　of　her　moles；　or　that　she'd　actually　worn　perfume　for　him。　
She　yawned　and　glanced　around　the　enormous　space。　〃I'm　not　sure　how　much　of　this　I　can　take；〃　
she　responded；　mimicking　what　Beverly　had　said　about　Dan's　singing　in　the　club。　〃I'm　going　
home。〃　

Beverly　bit　his　lip。　〃But　this　is　working。　I　mean…　so　far；　right？〃　he　asked。　

〃Actually；　it's　not。〃　Vanessa　imitated　the　sweet；　fake　smile　her　classmate　Blair　Waldorf　flashed；　
telepathically　telling　the　teacher　to　eat　shit　and　die　when　she　was　trying　to　get　excused　from　class　
early　to　attend　a　Manolo　Blahnik　sale。　

〃Sure　you　don't　want　to　make　a　donation？〃　Bruce　asked　still　stirring　the　pot。　

Vanessa　unclipped　her　lip　ring　and　tossed　it　in。　〃Good　luck　with　that；〃　she　told　them；　turning　to　go。　

Beverly　and　Bruce　began　to　nod。　

As　far　as　we　know；　they're　still　nodding。　


WHAT　GIRLS　REALLY　DO　BEHIND　CLOSED　HOTEL　SUITE　DOORS　

〃Remember　when　we　were　in　fifth　grade　and　we　used　to　practice　kissing　with　pillows？〃　Serena　
buried　her　face　in　one　of　the　Plaza's　fluffy　king…sized　goose…down　pillows　and　began　making　out　
with　it。　〃Oh　baby；〃　she　cooed。　〃Your　lips　are　so　amazing。〃　

Blair　chucked　a　pillow　at　the　back　of　Serena's　head。　〃Have　you　been　listening　to　me？〃　she　
demanded。　〃I　said　I　almost　kissed　Stanford　parries　the　Fifth！〃　

Serena　turned　her　head　to　one　side　and　blew　her　hair　out　of　her　face。　She'd　taken　off　her　skirt；　and　
her　white　cotton　underwear　sagged　halfway　down　her　skinny　ass。　〃So　why　didn't　you？〃　

〃I　don't　know。〃　Blair　untied　the　gold　Cartier　Yale　pendant　from　around　her　neck　and　threw　it　on　
the　bedside　table。　Then　she　yanked　her　dress　off　over　her　head；　stripping　down　to　her　underwear。　
She　pulled　on　one　of　the　Plaza's　white　terry　robes　and　cracked　open　a　can　of　coke。　〃I　wanted　to；　
but　I　couldn't　stop　laughing。　And　then　I　felt　stupid；　so　I　left。〃　

Serena　rolled　over　and　started　poking　her　nonexistent　stomach　fat。　Don't　you　think　it's　weird　that　
we're　friends　and　we're　attracted　to　such　different　guys？　I　mean；　I　thought　he　was　totally　
stuck…up。〃　

Attracted　to　such　different　guys？　Is　that　why　they　both　lost　their　virginity　to　the　same　guy？　Not　
that　either　of　them　wanted　to　wreck　their　friendship　again　by　bringing　that　up。　

Blair　burped　noisily。　〃You　think　everyone's　stuck…up。　And　actually　I　think　he　was　sort　of　
embarrassed　about　being　into　Yale　after　I　told　him　I　was　wait…listed。　He's　only；　like　a　C　student　at　
Andover。　He　doesn't　even　any　APs。　The　only　reason　he　got　in　was　because　of　his　grandfather。〃　

Serena's　eyes　opened　wide。　She　was　a　B＋　student　and　didn't　take　any　APs　either；　but　she'd　gotten　
in。　And　while　talking　to　Mr。　Parris　she'd　basically　decided　once　and　for　all　that　Yale　was　the　school　
for　her。　Did　she　dare　tell　Blair　and　ruin　a　perfectly　good　time　together　in　their　own　hotel　suite？　

Blair　burped　again　and　Serena　thumped　her　frosted　pink　polished　toes　against　the　mattress；　
thinking。　Nah；　she　decided。　Besides　she　was　suspected　that　the　only　reason　Blair　was　so　hung　up　
on　Stan　5　was　because　she　thought　he　might　help　her　get　into　Yale。　

That's　the　problem　with　best　friends。　Sometimes　they　know　you　better　than　you　know　yourself。　


〃Hey；　let's　make　prank　calls！〃　Serena　cried；　desperate　to　change　the　subject。　She　sat　up　and　
grabbed　the　phone；　stabbing　giddily　at　the　keypad。　

〃Hello？　Concierge？　Could　you　please　send　a　plumber　to　room　448？　There's　a　terrible。。。　er。。。　
problem　with　the　toilet。　Get　what　I'm　saying？　Great。　Thank　you。〃　She　dialed　another　number。　〃Sir？　
Is　this　room　448？　Yes；　this　is　the　concierge。　I　just　wanted　to　let　you　know　that　male　escort　you　
ordered　is　on　his　way　up。〃　Then　she　dialed　one　of　the　suites　down　the　hall。　〃Daddy；　I　can't　sleep；〃　
she　said　in　a　baby　voice　〃Sing　me　a　song。〃　The　guy　on　the　other　end　started　singing　the　Raves　
song　〃ice　Cream〃。　He　sounded　exactly　like　Damian。　

Hmm；　wonder　why？　

〃Wow；　you're　really　good；〃　Serena　breathed　in　her　baby　voice。　〃I　love　you；　Daddy；'　she　cooed；　and　
then　hung　up。　She　turned　to　Blair。　〃Okay；　that　was　dumb。〃　

Blair　didn't　say　anything。　She　still　couldn't　believe　she　chickened　out　with　Stan　5。　It　was　only　a　
kiss；　and　it　wasn't　like　Nate　even　cared　who　she　kissed；　because　he　seemed　to　have　totally　
forgotten　about　her。　

All　of　a　sudden　there　was　a　knock　at　the　door。　

〃Shit！〃　Serena　squealed；　diving　under　the　covers。　〃It's　the　Concierge！〃　

Blair　tightened　the　belt　on　her　bathrobe　and　padded　over　to　the　door。　〃Who　is　it？〃　she　called　out；　
touching　the　door　with　her　nervous　fingertips。　

〃It's　me；〃　Nate's　voice　answered。　

Blair　jumped　backwards　as　if　she'd　been　electrocuted。　She　tugged　on　the　belt　of　the　bathrobe　again。　
〃Who？〃　she　demanded　irritably；　even　though　she　knew　perfectly　well　who　it　was。　

〃It's　me　Nate；〃　he　called　through　the　closed　door。　〃Can　I　e　in？〃　

〃Psst！〃　Serena　whispered　from　the　bed。　〃Pretend　I'm　Stan　5！〃　Blair　turned　around　to　find　Serena　
sprawled　facedown　on　the　bed　under　the　duvet