gossip girl 7 英文-第30章

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his　favorite　pair　of　worn…in　rust…colored　corduroys　and　a　soft　black　T…shirt。　He　thought　they　looked　
pretty　good　together。　

Guess　no　one　told　him　about　the　white　thing　either。　

The　door　to　Damian's　town　house　was　standing　open　and　the　scent　of　shrimp　pad　Thai　wafted　out　
of　it。　Before　they　wanted　reached　the　top　of　the　white　marble　steps；　Dan　distinctly　heard　the　voice　


of　his　sister；　Jenny。　And　she　wasn't　talking…　she　was　singing。　

Happy　birthday　to　me；　happy　birthday　to　me！　

Dan　let　go　of　Monique's　hand　and　blinked　in　the　bright　whiteness。　His　fingers　trembled　and　his　
palms　began　to　sweat。　Damian's　entire　place　was　white；　white；　white。　Even　all　the　other　guests　at　
the　party　were　wearing　white。　Sure；　it　was　cool。　He　just　wished　someone　had　told　him。　

Jenny's　voice　continued　to　blare　out　over　the　stereo。　

Happy　birthday　to　me；　happy　birthday　to　me！　

〃Hey；〃　Dan　called　unevenly。　He　walked　over　to　where　Jenny　sat　on　the　white　sectional　sofa；　her　
butt　in　Lloyd's　lap　and　her　calves　resting　on　Damian's　knees。　〃What's　going　on？　Dad　told　me　you　
were　spending　the　weekend　up　at　Elise's　country　house。〃　

Jenny　giggles；　obviously　enthralled　with　her　own　craftiness。　〃Elise　is　in　the　country。〃　She　giggled　
and　leaned　back　against　Lloyd's　chest。　〃But　I'm　here。　Dad's　so　totally　gullible。〃　

Dan　didn't　like　the　idea　of　Jenny　lying　to　their　dad。　Sure；　he'd　told　his　share　of　harmless　untruths；　
but　little　sisters　were　supposed　to　be　pure　and　innocent　and　true；　not　lying　schemers　who　sat　on　
older　guys'　laps；　flirting　their　heads　off　while　dressed　in　flimsy；　see…through　white　undershirts　and　
a　pair　of　guy's　boxer　shorts。　He　would　have　written　a　poem　about　how　she　kind　of　reminded　him　
of　Ophelia；　except　he　was　too　friggen'　pissed　off。　

〃With　doz　breasts；　you　must　get　away　with　murder！〃　Monique　pointed　at　Jenny's　barely　clad　
boobs。　

Dan's　hands　were　shaking　uncontrollably　now。　He　reached　for　the　pack　of　Camels　in　his　back　
pocket　and　trust　one　ion　his　mouth。　〃I　don't　even　know　what　you're　doing　here；〃　he　growled　at　his　
sister　with　the　unlit　cigarette　between　his　teeth。　〃This　is　my　band；〃　he　added；　sounding　pletely　
immature。　

Damian　raised　his　nicely　arched　strawberry　blond　eyebrows。　〃Actually；　Jenny　is　singing　for　us　
now。〃　

Dan　waited　for　Damian　to　bust　into　a　fit　of　giggles　and　tell　him　he　was　joking；　but　Damian　kept　a　
straight　face。　

〃Dad's　always　saying　I　need　a　job　to　support　my　shopping　habit；〃　Jenny　gushed；　her　face　shinny　
with　excitement　and　full　of　adorable　dimples。　

〃And　we　decided　we　need　a　softer　sound；〃　Lloyd　added；　stroking　Jenny's　curly　hair。　〃Of　course；　
we'll　still　use　your　songs。　Just　with　Jennifer's　voice。　


Excusez…moi？　
Dan　lit　his　cigarette　with　his　neon　green　plastic　Bic　and　tossed　the　lighter　on　the　white　sofa　out　of　


sheer　rebellion。　The　way　Damian　was　holding　Jenny's　bare　feet　while　not　wearing　a　shirt　over　his　
well…developed；　manly　chest　was　totally　infuriating。　
Damian　eyed　Monique　warily。　〃I　thought　you　went　back　to　St。　Barts；　sweetie。〃　
Monique　grinned。　〃Vell；　I　have　been　trying　to　get　Dan　to　o　there　with　me；　but　he　says　he　has　to　


finish　school　first。〃　She　rolled　her　eyes。　〃Boring。〃　
〃Serena　van　der　Woodsen　was　here；〃　Jenny　told　her　brother。　〃But　she　left。　Not　that　you　care。〃　
〃And　she'd　prettier　than　you；　Monique；〃　Lloyd　added　bitchily。　He　squeezed　Jenny　around　the　


waist。　〃But　not　nearly　as　cute　as　you；　dumplin'。〃　
Dan　sucked　furiously　on　his　cigarette；　trying　desperately　not　to　scream　his　fucking　head　off。　It　


would　have　been　nice　to　see　Serena；　but　he　kind　of　had　other　things　on　his　mind。　〃Uh；　Damian；　
could　I　talk　to　you　for　a　minute？〃　he　demanded　between　gritted　teeth。　
〃Ciao；　ciao；　darling！〃　Monique　called　to　someone　across　the　room　and　drifted　away　from　Dan　to　


smother　a　bald　Moby　look…alike　in　a　white　linen　tracksuit　with　her　wet；　pine　nut…scented　kisses。　


Dan　waited　for　Damian　to　remove　his　hands　from　Jenny's　feet；　stand　up；　put　a　shirt　on；　and　talk　to　
him　in　private；　like　a　man。　
Yeah。　
But　Damian　stayed　where　he　was。　〃Anything　you　need　to　say　can　be　said　in　front　of　Lloyd　and　


your　big　sister。　We're　all　family　right？〃　
Big　sister？　
Dan's　free　hand　closed　in　a　sweaty　fist。　〃Jenny's　not　my　big　sister；〃　he　hissed。　〃I'm　turning　


eighteen　in　two　weeks。　And　she'll　be　fifteen　in　July。〃　
〃Thanks　a　lot！〃　Jenny　plained。　
Damian　and　Lloyd's　eyes　bulged　a　little　ebit；　but　they　didn't　say　anything。　Then　Lloyd　cracked　a　


grin。　〃Well　at　least　she's　not　married。〃　
Damian　elbowed　him　in　the　ribs。　〃I'll　handle　this。〃　He　pulled　a　tiny　bottle　of　Stoli　out　of　his　back　
pocket　and　took　a　swig。　His　red…blond　hair　was　shorter　than　it　had　been　only　a　week　ago；　and　more　



stylishly　tousled。　

Maybe　that　was　because　he　had　it　cut　by　Sally　Hershberger　only　yesterday？　

〃Dan；〃　Damian　continued。　〃You　sang　like　shit　last　Saturday。　And　you　basically　threw　up　on　stage。　
Then　you　hooked　up　with　my　wife。〃　

Wife？　

Dan's　stomach　dropped。　Monique　had　never　said　anything　about　being　anyone's　wife。　He　had　a　
sudden　urge　to　take　a　very　long　shower。　

〃We're　estranged；〃　Damian　clarified。　

Oh；　well；　that's　a　relief。　

〃I　respect　your　words；　yeah？〃　Damian　told　him　solemnly。　〃But　I'm　just　not　feeling　the　love。〃　

Dan　shifted　his　gaze　to　the　other　party　guests…　visions　of　coolness　and　sophistications；　wearing　
white　designer　clothes；　happily　quaffing　their　boiled…egg　martinis　and　munching　on　shrimp　shu　
mai　and　rice　noodles；　their　hair　as　shiny　and　Sally　Hershberger…　groovy　as　Damian's。　Dan　wore　
corduroys　from　Old　Navy　and　got　a　haircut　at　Supercuts　once　a　year。　He　liked　instant　coffee　and　
hot　dogs　bought　on　the　street。　He　liked　ing　home　in　the　evenings　and　laughing　at　the　local　
news　with　his　dad。　His　bedroom　had　linty　maroon　wall…to…wall　carpeting　that　he　was　actually　sort　
of　fond　of。　He　only　owned　two　pairs　of　shoes。　He　was　never　meant　to　be　a　rockstar。　

〃e　on；　Jenny。　Let's　go　home。〃　He　held　a　grim　hand　out　to　his　little　sister。　

Jenny　glared　at　him。　Was　he　crazy？　The　guys　in　the　Raves　didn't　mind　that　she　was　only　fourteen。　
She　was　definitely　staying。　〃You　go　home；〃　she　challenged。　

Dan　flapped　a　sweaty　hand　at　her。　〃We　can　get　a　cab。　I'll　pay。〃　

Jenny　shrank　away　from　him；　her　back　pressed　against　Lloyd's　chest。　〃Please　don't　be　an　idiot；　
Dan；〃　she　yawned　dismissively。　〃And　don't　say　anything　to　Dad。　I'll　deal　with　him　on　my　own。〃　

〃Fine。〃　Dan　shoved　his　hands　in　his　pockets。　He　had　a　feeling　Jenny　sort　of　wanted　to　get　into　
trouble　with　their　dad；　but　he　wasn't　going　to　tell　on　her。　She　was　doing　fine　in　the　trouble　
department　all　on　her　own。　〃If　you　think　I'm　going　to　give　you　any　of　my　poems；　though；　you　can　
forget　about　it。〃　

Damian　raised　his　eyebrows；　Lloyd　rolled　his　eyes；　and　Jenny　kicked　at　the　white　sofa　with　her　
bare　feet…　as　if　they　were　all　bored　with　Dan's　little　tirade。　Across　the　room　Monique　was　eating　
noodles　right　out　of　the　serving　dish　with　a　pair　of　ivory…lacquered　chopsticks。　A　girl　in　a　white　


embroidered　bolero　jacket　who　looked　a　like　Chloe　Sevigny　was　braiding　Monique's　long；　
honey…colored　hair　while　she　ate。　

〃Tell　you　wife　I　said　good…bye；〃　Dan　grumbled　at　Damian。　He　hesitated；　giving　Jenny　one　last　
chance　to　leave　with　him；　but　she'd　shifted　around　on　Lloyd's　lap　so　her　back　was　to　him。　

〃Bye；　Dan；〃　she　said；　sounding　like　she　couldn't　wait　for　him　to　be　gone。　

Dan　shuffled　down　the　white　marble　steps　and　out　onto　Bedford　Street；　unsure　whether　to　laugh　or　
to　cry。　It　was　kind　of　a　relief　knowing　he'd　never　had　to　sing　onstage　again。　He　could　go　to　college；　
be　a　normal　kid；　have　a　normal　girlfriend；　and　a　normal　life。　

Whatever　that　meant。　

TRUTH　OR　DARE　

Blair　remained　in　the　bathroom；　preparing　for　her　entrance；　leaving　Vanessa　to　hang　back　near　the　
kitchen　like　a　shy　thirteen…year…old　while　Serena　answered　the　door。　Vanessa　felt　like　a　total　
dweeb　wearing　Blair's　super　shiny　lip　gloss　and　that　one　pair　of　black　stretch　Levis　she'd　stopped　
wearing　over　a　year　ago　because　she　decided　they　were　too　tight。　In　fact；　she　felt　like　a　total　
dweeb；　period。　Aaron　would　probably　be　a　plete　snob　who　thought　she　was　a　fat；　bald　weirdo；　
just　like　Blair　had　always　thought　before　she'd　lost　her　mind　and　decided　to　move　in　with　her。　

〃Hey。〃　Aaron　stepped　into　the　apartment　and　kissed　Serena　on　the　cheek。　〃You　live　here　too？〃　he　
was　wearing　an　orange　hemp　wife　beater　T…shirt；　his　usual　army…issued　pants；　and　black　
cruelty…free　rubber　flip…flops。　He　pinned　his　dark　dreadlocks　back　with　two　turquoise　heart…shaped　
barrettes　stolen　out　of　Blair's　bathroom；　obviously　trying　to　gauge　Vanessa's　vegan…freak　tolerance　
by　looking　as　vegan…freaky　as　possible。　

Serena　was　relived　to　discover　that　she　really　was　over　him。　〃Oh；　no。　I'm　just　here　to　open　the　
door。〃　


Stan　5　towered　blondly　in　the　hall　carrying　two　large　pizza　boxes　in　his　arms；　looking　like　a　
prep…school　poster　boy　in　a　khaki　Hugo　Boss　suit；　a　pink　Brooks　Brothers　shirt；　and　a　
Kelly…green…and…pink…striped　Turnbull　&　Aser　tie。　〃The　delivery　guy　was　downstairs；〃　he　said；　
looking　bewildered。　〃It　sure　is　different