gossip girl 8 英文- 第13部分

Vanessa　rolled　her　eyes　and　went　over　to　the　futon。　？I　think　I　know　what　you　crave。？　She　sat　
down　and　took　off　her　shirt；　the　adrenaline　pumping　even　harder　now。　？Hurry　up；？　she　
ordered。　？Aaron？s　bringing　my　dinner　and　then　I　have　studying　to　do。？　

Neighbors　in　the　surrounding　apartments　adjusted　their　telescopes。　They？d　moved　to　the　area　
because　the　rent　was　cheap。　Who　knew　there　was　also　going　to　be　built…in；　live　entertainment？！　

The　bossier　and　pissier　Vanessa　was；　the　more　hot　and　bothered　Dan　grew；　and　the　more　he　loved　
her。　His　hands　shook　and　sweat　formed　on　his　freshly　shaved　upper　lip。　He　was　entirely　at　her　
mercy。　

Down　on　Broadway；　Aaron　ignored　the　group　of　bystanders　on　the　other　side　of　the　street；　all　
staring　up　at　the　roof　of　Vanessa？s　building。　He　was　carrying　two　orders　of　hot　and　spicy　pad　Thai　
in　a　paper　bag　under　his　arm；　he　had　to　pee；　the　freaking　L　train　was　insanely　crowded；　and　he　was　
sweating　his　ass　off。　All　he　wanted　was　to　get　inside　and　take　a　nice　cool　shower。　Preferably　with　
Vanessa。　

He　found　her　note　and　scribbled　over　it；I？m　in　the　tub。　Then　he　left　the　front　door　standing　open　
to　make　it　easier　for　her　to　bring　her　basket　of　clean　laundry　inside　and　turned　on　the　stereo；　
blasting　that　Raves　song　Dan　Humphrey　had　recorded　with　them？the　only　one　that　was　any　good。　

？Crack　me　like　an　egg！？Aaron　sang　along　in　the　shower。　

Three　floors　up；　Dan　was　already　ramming　his　feet　back　into　his　socks。　The　music　was　faint　but　
unmistakable。　

？Do　you　think　he　saw　us？？　A　little　thrill　ran　through　Vanessa？s　body　at　the　thought。　God；　was　she　
perverse！　

Dan　hastily　slurped　down　the　last　oyster。　？What　do　you　want　me　to　do？？　he　asked；　sounding　just　
as　excited　as　she　did。See　how　perfect　we　are　for　each　other？　he　thought。　They　were　both　totally　
getting　off　on　the　fact　that　Aaron　had　no　clue。　Of　course；　cheating　was　bad　and　wrong；　but　it　was　


totally　fun　when　you　were　pletely；　madly　in　love　with　the　person　you　were　doing　it　with！　

？I？ll　go　downstairs　and　distract　him；？　Vanessa　whispered；　even　though　the　traffic　on　the　
Williamsburg　Bridge　was　so　loud　no　one　could　possibly　have　heard　her。　？While　you　leave。？　

Dan　shoved　the　cork　into　the　half…drunk　bottle　of　Merlot　and　tried　to　prop　it　up　inside　his　black　
Manhattan　Transfer　messenger　bag。　？You　want　me　to　leave？？　he　responded；　baffled。　He？d　
imagined　scaling　the　outside　of　the　building　like　Spider…Man　with　Vanessa　clinging　to　his　neck　

like　Kirsten　Dunst。　

Like　that　would　ever　happen；　Mr。　Spaghetti　Arms。　

？You　can　leave　that　here。？　Vanessa　pointed　at　the　wine。　？We？ll　drink　it　later。？　

Wemeaning　she　and　Dan；　or　she　and　Aaron？　

？Fine；？　Dan　replied；　catching　on　to　the　fact　that　Vanessa　was　about　to　go　downstairs　and　pretend　

he？d　never　even　been　there。　God；　she　was　smart。　And　so　tough　and　cool　under　pressure。　？Good　
luck　studying　this　weekend。？　

Vanessa　gave　his　butt　a　little　slap。　？I？ll　call　you；？　she　promised　before　hurrying　downstairs。　The　
door　to　the　apartment　was　open　and　Aaron　was　in　the　shower。　

Vanessa　undressed　for　the　second　time　in　fifteen　minutes。　

？Hi；？　she　greeted　him；　yanking　back　the　shower　curtain。　

？Hey。？　Aaron　grinned　and　held　out　a　soap…flecked　hand　to　help　her　in。　

Dan　tiptoed　slowly　downstairs；　reading　Neruda　aloud　to　himself；　his　hands　sweating　as　he　tried　
to　figure　out　if　what　had　just　happened　was　either　insanely　exciting　or　insanely　insulting。　

？　In　this　part　of　the　story　I　am　the　one　who　dies。　？　

The　problem　with　poets　like　him　is　they　always　err　on　the　negative　side。　

Guess　who？s　ing　to　breakfast　at　fred？s？　

Saturday　morning；　the　line　of　gorgeous　girls　wound　its　way　out　Barneys？　front　doors；　up　
Madison　to　Sixty…first　Street；　and　around　the　corner　to　Fifth　Avenue。　Most　of　them　were　wearing　
black　sleeveless　cocktail　dresses；　pointy　black　flats；　and　black　Jackie　Onassis？big　sunglasses。　


Serena　was　wearing　her　favorite　new　pair　of　True　Religion　jeans。　

　Typical。　

Somehow；　she？d　managed　to　be　one　of　the　first　girls　in　line。　Maybe　it　was　because　she　and　Nate　
had　never　really　gone　to　sleep　last　night？thanks　to　the　little　bottle　of　pills　he　kept　popping？？and　
she？d　still　been　awake　at　fiveA。M　。　She？d　just　grabbed　a　double　latte　at　the　deli　and　headed　over；　
lugging　her　French　textbook　with　her；　as　if　she？d　really　get　any　studying　done。　

Blairwas　first　in　line。　And；　surprise；　surprise；　shewas　Audrey　Hepburn。　Same　black　vintage　
Givenchy　dress；　same　pearl　choker；　same　French…twist　hairstyle？with　the　help　of　a　little　faux　
hair？same　oversize　Chanel　sunglasses；　same　black　elbow…length　gloves。　Lord　Marcus；　being　the　
sweet　and　charming　hunk　that　he　was；　had　helped　her　get　dressed　and　even　had　e　up　with　the　
idea　of　spending　the　night　in　a　hired　town　car；　parked　right　in　front　of　Barneys；　so　she？d　be　sure　to　
be　first　in　line　for　the　open　call。　Of　course；　they　hadn？t　been　able　to　do　much　for　fear　of　messing　
up　her　costume；　but　it　was　still　fun　to　hold　hands　in　the　backseat　and　talk　about　the　very　near　
future；　when　Blair　would　be　a　famous　Hollywood　star。　

？I？ll　be　your　pool　lad；？　Lord　Marcus　offered　in　his　adorable　English　accent。　？I？ll　fan　you　with　
palm　fronds　and　pour　your　cocktails。？　Of　course　he　wouldn？t　mind　giving　up　his　spot　in　the　
graduate　business　program　at　the　London　School　of　Economics；　where　he　was　starting　in　the　fall。　
He？d　do　anything　for　Blair？anything！　

？And　I？ll　have　the　best　designers　making　clothes　for　me　in　every　city　in　the　world；？　Blair　
fantasized　over　her　stomach？s　nervous　rumblings。　She　wanted　this　part　so　badly；　she　hadn？t　eaten　
all　day；　but　it　was　nearly　midnight　and　she　was　famished。　？Or　maybe　I？ll　ask　Uncle　Oscar　to　make　
all　my　clothes。？　

A　hot　dog　vendor　was　packing　up　for　the　night　on　the　corner　of　Sixty…first　and　Madison。　Would　
Lord　Marcus　be　perfectly　horrified　if　she　ate　one；　standing　on　the　curb　in　front　of　Barneys？　

It　would　be　no　worse　than　Audrey　Hepburn　eating　a　Danish　out　of　a　paper　bag　in　front　of　
Tiffany？s。　

？Look；　darling；　dinner！？　Lord　Marcus　cried；　noticing　the　vendor　and　literally　reading　Blair？s　
mind。　？You　sit　tight　and　I？ll　go　fetch　us　some。？　

Darling。　She　was　his　darling；　and　he　fetched　things　for　her！　

So　they？d　eaten　Sabrett　hot　dogs　with　mustard　and　relish　and　sipped　A&W　root　beer；　holding　
hands　and　dozing　off　until　Blair？s　eyelids　had　fluttered　open　to　find　Serena　looming　out　of　the　
early　morning　mist　in　her　perfectly　distressed　jeans　and　no　makeup。　She？d　bolted　out　of　the　car　
and　slapped　her　black　Chanel　sunglasses　over　her　eyes。　No　way　was　that　blond　bitch　going　to　steal　
her　part　in　this　show。　


Never　mind　the　other　hundreds　of　actress…wannabes　who　were　beginning　to　turn　up　for　the　
audition。　

Now　it　was　nearly　eight　o？clock　and　the　audition　was　about　to　begin。　It　was　an　unusually　hot　and　
humid　May　morning　and　the　two　girls　stood　front…to…back　at　the　head　of　the　line；　fanning　
themselves　with　the　page　of　lines　Ken　Mogul？s　helpers　had　handed　out　and　which　they？d　already　
memorized。　

Finally　Serena　could　stand　it　no　longer。　？God；　it？s　hot。？　Blair　didn？t　respond；　so　Serena　reached　
out　and　touched