gossip girl 8 英文- 第42部分

So　was　Vanessa　into　sunbathing　now　too？　？Sure；？　Dan　agreed。　

To　his　surprise；　she　collected　a　quart　of　Absolut　and　a　bottle　of　tonic　water　from　the　fridge；　
tucking　them　into　a　paper　bag　with　two　plastic　Scooby…Doo　glasses；　which　she　filled　with　


ice。　？I？ve　kind　of　developed　a　taste　for　this　stuff；？　she　admitted　with　a　wicked　grin。　

Dan　stared　at　her　in　amazement；　his　whole　body　trembling　with　anticipation。　Vanessa　never　could　
hold　her　liquor；　neither　could　he。　

He　followed　her　out　of　the　apartment；　down　the　dirty；　cement…floored　hall；　and　up　the　building？s　
cruddy　stairs；　which　were　painted　black　and　smelled　of　turpentine。　Two　flights　up；　Vanessa　pushed　
open　a　black　metal　door　marked　DONOTENTERand　stepped　out　into　the　bright　hot　light　of　the　
rooftop。　Suddenly　the　city　was　all　around　them；　and　the　Williamsburg　Bridge　seemed　close　
enough　to　touch。　Off　to　the　right；　the　East　River　looked　glassy　and　cool　as　a　sailing　yacht　glided　
past　a　barge　pulling　a　load　of　Porta　Johns；　its　white　sails　luffing　in　the　thick　afternoon　air。　To　their　
left　was　the　sugar　factory；　billowing　smoke　out　of　great　smokestacks　and　adding　to　the　smog。　
Across　the　bridge；　Manhattan　loomed　large　and　full　of　promises。　A　born　Manhattanite；　Dan　could　
never　get　over　the　feeling　when　he　was　in　Brooklyn　that　something　exciting　was　going　on　across　
the　water；　and　that　he　was　missing　out。　

？Over　here；？　Vanessa　called　over　the　roar　of　interborough　traffic。　She　ducked　under　a　metal　beam　
supporting　the　giant　wooden　water　tower　that　dominated　the　roof。　？We？re　totally　protected　from　
the　sun　and　rain　under　here。　And　see；　the　condensation　from　the　water　tower　even　keeps　the　air　
kind　of　cool。？　

Dan　went　over　and　ducked　under　the　water　tower。　A　black　futon　was　spread　out　on　the　ground；　
plete　with　an　assortment　of　black　fake　fur　throw　pillows。　Vanessa　seemed　to　have　her　own　
outdoor　love　den。　

？You　and　Aaron　must　spend　a　lot　of　time　up　here；？　he　mented　awkwardly。　

She　sat　down　on　the　futon　and　began　pouring　vodka　into　the　plastic　Scooby…Doo　
glasses。　？Actually；　I　promised　Blair　not　to　hog　it。　We　only　just　discovered　it　on　Saturday；　and　
yesterday　it　was　raining；　so　actually　Aaron？s　never　even　been　up　here。？　

Meaning　she　and　Aaron　had　never　done　it　up　there；　which　kind　of　made　Dan　feel　better　about　
sitting　down　on　the　futon。　Vanessa　handed　him　a　vodka　tonic。　？Sorry；　no　limes。？　

He　sat　down　and　lit　a　cigarette。　A　helicopter　motored　loudly　by。　He　had　to　admit；　this　was　kind　of　
a　cool　place　to　be。　

？So；　graduation　speaker；　huh？　I　was　even　thinking　about　maybe　skipping　my　graduation。？　
Vanessa　clicked　her　glass　against　his　and　then　took　a　big；　long　sip。　？To　us。？　

Dan　squinted　at　her　as　he　drank；　holding　the　plastic　glass　with　his　cigarette　hand；　his　pale　face　to　
the　sun。　There　was　something　different　about　Vanessa　this　time。　Something　lazy　and　dangerous　
and　sexy。　


Cobra　curled　on　hot　cement；his　mind　began　writing　furiously；　because　it　couldn？t　help　itself。　

Vanessa　grinned；　returning　his　intense　stare　with　a　self…conscious　chuckle。　？I　don？t　know　why　
I？m　doing　this　but　？？　she　began。　Then　she　put　down　her　glass；　leaned　slowly　toward　him；　and　
shoved　her　tongue　down　his　throat。　

Whoa！　

Dan？s　dreamy　brown　eyes　grew　huge。　He　wondered　if　maybe　Vanessa　had　been　drinking　all　day　
and　had　somehow　confused　him　with　Aaron。　Or　maybe　he　and　Aaron　had　gotten　caught　in　some　
sort　of　mind…melt…time…warp…space…time…continuum…body…sping　ordeal　straight　out　of　the　type　
of　bad　ic　book　he　used　to　read　when　he　was　nine；　and　he　reallywas　Aaron。　Nevertheless；　it　
was　sheer　ecstasy　kissing　Vanessa　again；　and　sheer　agony　to　even　think　of　pulling　away。　But　after　
a　few　minutes；　he　forced　himself　to　do　it。　？Um；　can　I　just　ask　you？what　are　we　doing？？　

Vanessa　grabbed　the　hem　of　his　faded　red　Stussy　T…shirt　and　lifted　it　up；　peeking　at　his　pale；　flat　
stomach。　？Don？t　you　sometimes　wonder　what　the　big　deal　is？？　she　asked；　as　if　that　were　answer　
enough。　

Dan　didn？t　say　anything。　Vanessa　seemed　to　be　going　through　some　sort　of　experimental　period；　
and　he　wasn？t　about　to　get　in　the　way；　especially　since　it　seemed　to　involve　wanting　to　take　his　
shirt　off。　And　his　pants。　Even　his　socks　seemed　to　be　getting　in　the　way　of　her　need　to　express　
herself。　And　just　so　she　wouldn？t　feel　left　out；　he　helped　her　off　with　her　clothes；　too。　Before　long　
they　were　kneeling　on　the　futon　beneath　the　water　tower；　naked。　

Talk　about　d？j？　vu！　

You　can　take　the　girl　out　of　212；　but　you　can？t　take　the　212　out　of　the　girl　

？Do　you　have　anything　that　isn？t　？shiny　？？　Blair　Waldorf　demanded　as　she　fingered　the　dresses　
on　the　circular　rack　in　the　back　of　Isn？t　She　Lovely；　a　tiny　Williamsburg　bridal　and　
special…occasion…dresses　boutique　a　block　away　from　the　apartment　she　shared　with　Vanessa。　She　
walked　by　the　boutique　every　day　on　her　way　to　and　from　the　coffee　shop　where　a　car　service　
town　car　picked　her　up　in　the　morning　after　she　bought　her　large　latte　with　an　extra　shot　of　
espresso　and　dropped　her　off　after　school。　Today　she？d　wandered　inside；　thinking　it　might　be　cool　
to　buy　a　graduation　dress　in　a　place　so　pletely　off　the　map　that　no　other　girl　in　the　senior　class　
at　Constance　Billard　could　possibly　have　the　same　one　she　did。　The　problem　was；　with　no　designer　
label　to　show　their　merit；　she　wasn？t　sure　if　the　dresses　were　ugly　in　a　cool　way　or　just　plain　ugly。　

？This　one　is　very　popular　for　confirmations；？　the　overly　perfumed　saleslady　told　her　in　heavily　
accented　English。　She　held　up　a　dazzling　white；　rhinestone…encrusted；　polyester…lace…bodiced　


sundress　with　a　pleated　skirt　that　was　so　stiff　and　shiny；　it　looked　like　it　had　been　laminated。　

Blair　glanced　in　one　of　the　many　mirrors　all　over　the　store　and　glared　at　the　haughty　brunette　in　a　
short　light…blue…and…white　seersucker　Constance　Billard　uniform　skirt　and　neat　white…collared；　
baby　pink　polo　shirt　staring　back　at　her；　furious　with　herself　all　of　a　sudden。　Who　was　she　kidding；　
pretending　not　to　need　a　graduation　dress　that　was　made　to　order　by　Oscar　de　la　Renta　or　Chanel？　
She　hitched　her　nude　pink　Fendi　purse　up　on　her　shoulder　and　slid　her　tortoiseshell　Parsol　
sunglasses　up　on　her　nose；　tempted　to　buy　the　hideous　dress　the　saleslady　had　just　shown　her　and　
bring　it　home　to　Vanessa　as　a　joke；　pretending　she　was　going　to　wear　it　to　graduation。　But　the　
thought　of　spending　money　on　anything　so　hideous；　even　in　jest；　made　her　even　more　furious。　
When　had　her　life　bee　sobase　？　

Maybe　when　she　decided　to　ditch　Manhattan　and　bee　a　Brooklyn　hipster？　

Usually　Blair　couldn？t　leave　a　store　without　buying　at　least　one　thing；　but　usually　the　stores　she　
went　into　were　stocked　with　irresistibles。　As　far　as　Blair　was　concerned；　Isn？t　She　Lovely　should　
have　been　named　Isn？t　She　Ugly。　

Across　the　litter…strewn　expanse　of　Broadway　from　Vanessa？s　crumbling　gray；　five…story　walk…up　
apartment　building；　a　cluster　of　people　stood　looking　up；　their　mouths　agape。　

Hmm；　wonder　why？　

Oblivious　and　not　at　all　curious　about　anything　the　locals　might　find　interesting；　Blair　hurried　
across　the　street；　mounted　the　crumbling　c