gossip girl 7 英文-第28章

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〃Ooh　la　la！〃　Jenny　chirped　giddily　as　Damian　appeared；　still　damp　from　the　shower　and　wearing　
nothing　but　a　pair　of　white　cashmere　sweatpants。　His　reddish　blond　hair　was　still　damp；　and　drops　
of　water　had　collected　in　the　indentations　of　his　collarbone。　His　arms　and　chest　were　covered　with　
tiny　freckles　and　big　muscles；　and　yes；　he　was　even　more　good…looking　in　person　than　on　his　
albums　covers。　

〃Hello；〃　Serena　greeted　him；　feeling　uncharacteristically　star　struck。　And　how　e　no　one　told　
her　about　the　all…white　dress　code？　Was　she　just　supposed　to　know？　

〃Now　I　know　why　everyone　said　I　had　to　meet　you。〃　He　said　automatically　when　he　saw　Serena。　

Serena　blushed　at　the　pliment；　but　she　couldn't　think　of　anything　to　say。　A　rare　occasion　for　
her…　the　van　der　Woodsens　were　bred　to　say　the　right　thing　at　the　right　time　at　all　times。　

Jenny　took　Serena's　hand　and　then　Damian's；　standing　between　them　like　a　buxom　flower　girl　at　
an　arranged　marriage。　〃You　have　to　show　Serena　your　bedroom；〃　she　told　Damian。　She　turned　to　
Serena。　〃His　bedroom　is　so　cool。〃　

Yeah？　How　would　she　know？　

Damian　shrugged　and　starting　walking　into　the　living　room；　pulling　Jenny　and　Serena　along　with　
him。　〃e；　sit　down。　Kelly　and　Ping　should　be　here　any　minute。〃　

〃Cool；〃　Serena　responded；　although　she　had　no　idea　who　he　was　talking　about。　Kelly　and　Ping…　
were　they　another　band？　A　clown　act？　DJs？　

〃Yum。　They　have　the　best　pad　Thai　ever；〃　Jenny　said；　like　she'd　been　eating　from　the　SoHo　Asian　


eatery　all　her　life。　

〃Yum；〃　Serena　agreed。　What　was　wrong　with　her？　She　wasn't　even　hungry。　

Jenny　broke　away　from　then　and　perched　on　some　guy's　knee。　He　had　dark　hair　and　dimpled　
cheeks　and　was　wearing　white　painters　overalls；　looking　every　bit　like　the　Raves'　drummer；　Lloyd　
Collins。　

Cuz　that's　exactly　who　he　was。　

〃Hi　Serena；〃　Lloyd　greeted　her　in　that　taunting；　cocky　way　of　his。　〃I　feel　like　we're　sisters　
already；〃　he　added；　flapping　his　wrists　and　pretending　to　be　Damian's　long…lost　gay　twin。　

〃Damian　just　made　a　recording　of　me　singing　'Happy　Birthday　to　Me'。　He's　going　to　sample　it　on　
the　band's　next　track；〃　Jenny　announced　gaily　to　anyone　who　was　listening。　〃I　can't　wait　for　Dan　
to　hear　it。〃　

〃Isn't　he　here？〃　Serena　asked；　looking　around　for　the　cloud　of　Camel　smoke　that　usually　engulfed　
Dan　Humphrey's　head。　

〃Not　yet；〃　Damian　replied；　and　Serena　thought　she　detected　a　note　of　malice　in　his　voice。　

Dan　and　Serena　had　gotten　together　that　fall；　but　it　had　been　short…lived…　just　like　all　of　her　
relationships…　and　they　hadn't　exactly　stayed　in　touch。　But　there　were　no　hard　feelings；　and　it　
might　be　nice　to　hang　out　and　be　friends　now　that　they　were　both　graduating。　She　wondered　where　
eh　was　going　to　college　next　year；　or　if　he　was　going　to　take　some　time　off　to　tour　wit　the　band。　

〃Cigar？〃　Damian　asked；　holding　a　box　out　to　her。　〃They　came　in　from　Cuba　last　night。〃　

〃Breadstick？〃　Lloyd　asked；　flipping　a　breadstick　up　in　the　air　like　one　of　his　drum　sticks　and　
catching　it　in　his　teeth。　〃They're　Italian　and　super　crisp。〃　

〃No　thanks；〃　Serena　responded　quietly　to　both　offers。　Here　she　was；　a　notorious　party　girl　at　what　
was　bound　to　bee　a　notorious　party；　yet　she　felt　pletely　uninspired。　Maybe　the　fact　that　
everyone　thought　she　and　Damian　were　already　together　was　ruining　it　for　her。　Or　maybe　seeing　
Jenny；　the　image　of　herself　two　or　three　years　ago；　was　making　her　realize　that　she　was　ready　to　
try　something　new。　Or　maybe　it　was　because　these　were　the　very　last　weeks　of　her　senior　year；　
before　the　summer；　and　before　Yale。　She　didn't　care　so　much　about　meeting　rock　stars；　she　just　
wanted　to　hang　out　with　her　friends。　

Blair　was　at　Vanessa's　apartment　in　Williamsburg　right　now…　probably　wallpapering　the　bathroom　
with　little　pink　rosebuds　or　something…　and　there　was　no　place　Serena　would　rather　be。　

〃Mind　if　I　use　your　bathroom？〃　she　asked。　


Damian　directed　her　through　a　set　of　white　velvet　drapes　and　down　a　long　white　corridor　to　a　
white…tiled；　mirror…ceilinged；　marble…bathed　bathroom。　Serena　closed　the　door；　yanked　her　tube　of　
MAC　Cherry　Ice　lip　gloss　from　her　back　pocket；　and　smeared　some　on。　Down　the　corridor；　on　the　
other　side　of　the　white　velvet　drapes；　came　the　sounds　of　the　doorbell　ringing　and　Kelly　and　Ping　
delivering　their　Asian　delicacies。　She　pushed　opened　the　bathroom　door　again　and　hurried　down　
the　corridor；　slipping　past　the　cluster　of　arriving　caterers　and　out　onto　the　steamy　sidewalk　once　
more。　

This　from　a　girl　known　for　dancing　on　the　tables　in　bars　throughout　France？　This　from　the　girl　
who'd　had　an　unmentionable　part　of　her　body　photographed　and　plastered　on　the　sides　of　buses　
and　in　subways　all　over　the　city？　Ditching　a　party　before　it　even　got　started？　

Then　again；　it　didn't　really　matter　whether　she　stayed　at　the　party　or　not。　Whatever　Serena　did　was　
bound　to　make　headlines。　

THE　ODD　COUPLE　

〃So；　this　drawer　is　where　we'll　keep　all　our　cleansers；　moisturizers；　toners；　exfoliators；　masks；　and　
makeup　removers。　All　the　bath　gel　is　on　the　bottom　drawer；　closet　to　the　tub。　And　see？　That's　an　
Egyptian　cotton　bath　rug　to　cover　that　icky　gray　linoleum　tile。〃　Blair　pointed　to　the　new　
peach…colored　rug　that　she'd　just　installed　in　Vanessa's　bathroom。　

Vanessa　pulled　open　the　drawers　in　the　cracked；　cream　colored　vanity　beneath　the　bathroom　sink。　
Everything　had　been　alphabetized　and　color…coded　to　Blair's　control…freak　specifications。　Not　that　
Vanessa　owned　any　beauty　products　herself。　It　was　all　Blair's　stuff　anyway。　

〃You　can　borrow　whatever　you　want；〃　Blair　offered　generously。　She　pulled　out　a　tiny　porcelain　jar　
of　La　Mer　eye　cream　and　started　dabbing　some　under　her　eyes。　〃This　stuff　is　amazing；〃　she　
declared；　〃I　just　wish　it　didn't　smell　like　cold　cream。〃　She　reached　out　and　dabbed　some　under　
Vanessa's　eyes。　One　application　wouldn't　do　much；　but　if　she　could　get　Vanessa　to　use　it　once　a　
day；　in　a　week　those　eggplant…sized　puffs　would　be　totally　gone。　Maybe　Vanessa　would　even　let　
her　do　a　total　makeover　on　her。　They　could　go　jeans　shopping　together　at　Bloomingdale's　SoHo；　


and　even　buy　Vanessa　a　nice　wig！　

Nice　try。　

〃Where's　my　shaver？〃　Vanessa　grumbled；　twisting　her　face　away　from　Blair　like　a　kid　who　hates　
to　have　her　face　cleaned。　〃I　have　to　re…shave　my　head　like　once　a　week；　you　know。〃　

〃Shavers？〃　Blair　repeated　cluelessly。　She　pointed　to　a　bag　of　trash　slumped　against　the　door　
outside　the　bathroom。　〃I　think　they　might　be　in　there。〃　She　grabbed　an　eyebrow　brush　from　out　of　
the　freshly　organized　drawer　and　ran　it　over　Vanessa's　prickly　head　stubble。　〃Have　you　ever　
thought　about　maybe　growing　it…？〃　

〃No！〃　Vanessa　told　her　adamantly；　swiping　the　eyebrow　brush　away。　She　dumped　the　bag　of　trash　
out　onto　the　peach…colored　carpet；　and　rescued　her　electric　shaver；　placing　it　in　the　top　vanity　
drawer　next　to　Blair's　eyelash　curlers。　

〃Sorry；〃　Blair　allowed。　〃I　should　have　asked　first。〃　

〃That's　okay。〃　Vanessa　fingered　the　eyelash　curlers　curiously。　〃What　the　fuck　are　these　anyways？〃　

Blair　snatched　them　up　eagerly　and　sat　Vanessa　down　on　top　of　the　toilet　seat。　〃Don't　close　your　
eyes。　And　don't　worry　this　doesn't　hurt。〃　She　held　the　curlers　an　inch　away　from　Vanessa's　lashes；　
squinting。　Then　she　put　them　down　again。　〃You　know　what？〃　she　told　her　new　roommate。　〃You　
don't　need　these。　Your　lashes　are　think　and　curly。〃　She　squinted　again；　as　if　she　couldn't　quite　
believe　it。　〃In　fact　they're　pletely　perfect。〃　

Vanessa　stood　up　and　examined　her　eyelashes　in　the　bathroom　mirror；　feeling　extremely　flattered；　
although　she'd　never　have　admitted　it。　〃Can　we　get　something　to　eat　now；　god…dammit？　We've　
been　redecorating　all　god…dammed　day。〃　

For　once　Blair　had　been　so　preoccupied；　she　hadn't　even　thought　about　food。　Tonight　would　be　her　
first　night　in　the　apartment；　and　she'd　spent　the　whole　afternoon　unpacking　and　organizing。　What　
did　Vanessa　usually　do　for　dinner；　she　wondered。　Cook？　

The　two　girls　wandered　out　of　the　bathroom　and　into　the　open　kitchen；　surveying　the　apartment　
with　their　hands　on　their　hips。　Blair's　mother's　nursery　decorator　had　sent　a　team　of　painters　over　
on　Wednesday　and　Thursday　while　Vanessa　was　at　school；　and　the　whole　apartment　had　been　
redone　in　shades　of　celery　green　and　dove　gray…　nothing　too　girly；　so　as　not　to　offend　Vanessa。　
After　school　on　Thursday　Vanessa　had　discovered　a　set　of　used　curtains　at　Domsey's　that　she　could　
actually　tolerate；　even　though　they　were　covered　in　exotic…bird…and…palm…leaf…print　toile；　because　
they　were　black　and　white。　And　this　morning　the　decorator　ad　scheduled　a　delivery　of　six　
twentieth…century　modern　wooden　chairs；　a　small　oval　dining　table；　a　cool　kidney　bean…shaped　
Noguchi　glass　coffee　table；　and　two　gray　suede　beanbag　chairs；　which　Blair　and　Vanessa　kept　
moving　around　the　living　room　just　because　it　was　fun。　


〃I　can't　believe　I'm　saying　this；　but　I　like　it；〃　Vanessa　admitted。　


〃Really？〃　Blair　asked　cautiously。　It　was　kind　of　a　major　transformation；　and　she　wouldn't　have　
been　surprised　if　Vanessa　kicked　her　out　before　she'd　even　unpacked　her　Louis