天锡小说网

第8部分（第2页）

know？only　not。　Like　his　evil　twin。　Or　his　good　twin。　Anyway；　I？m　confused。　Are　there　pod　people

in　town　replacing　everyone　with　clones　or　what？

？Scared

A：

Dear　Scared；

This　is　an　intriguing　development。　I　doubt　it？s　aliens；　though？sometimes　it？s　nice　to　just　enjoy　a

little　summer　fantasy。　Haven？t　you　ever　pretended　to　be　someone　you　weren？t　on　vacation？　Try　it

sometime：　check　into　your　hotel　as　the　Principessa　de　Medici　or　something　like　that；　and　don？t　be

surprised　if　management　sends　up　an　enormous　fruit　basket　or　some　Dom　Perignon。　Stretching　the

truth　sometimes　has　its　merits。

？GG

sightings

B　paying　an　excess…baggage　fee　at　the　Virgin　counter　at　Heathrow。　Souvenirs　for　friends　and

loved　ones；　or　was　it　that　oversize　wedding　dress　garment　bag？　N　picking　up　a　few　staples；　like

Visine　and　condoms；　at　White？s　Pharmacy　in　East　Hampton。　D　enjoying　a　very　healthy　fourveggie

smoothie　at　Soho　Natural。　Maybe　he？s　shaping　up　for　swimsuit　season？　S　might　want　to　take　a

page　from　his　book？after　sneaking　out　of　rehearsal　early；　she　headed　straight　to　the　Tuleh　sample

sale　near　F。I。T。　and　then　made　a　not…so…brief　pit　stop　at　Cold　Stone　Creamery。　Now；　now：　looking

like　a　star　is　half　the　work！　Not　that　she　ever　has　to　worry。

You　know　you　love　me。

gossip　girl

a　little　bird　told　me。　。　。　。

？Nate　Archibald。　I　can？t　believe　my　eyes。？

？Hey；　Chuck；？　muttered　Nate。　On　his　way　home　that　afternoon；　he？d　noticed　his　front　tire　was　a

little　low　on　air；　so　he？d　pulled　into　the　BP　station　on　Springs　Road。　It　had　been　an　incredibly　hot

day；　the　kind　of　day　with　no　ocean　breeze　to　break　up　the　haze；　so　Nate？s　hours　of　backbreaking

labor　had　left　him　sweaty；　sunburned；　and　exhausted。　Judging　from　the　horrified　look　on　Chuck

Bass？s　smooth；　naturally　tanned　face；　Nate　figured　he　must　look　pretty　terrible。

That？s　a　first。

？Whathappened　to　you？？　gasped　Chuck。　He　pulled　his　vintage　Ray…Ban　aviators　down　the　length

of　his　nose　and　handed　the　gas　station　attendant　a　fifty…dollar　bill。　？Keep　the　change。？

？Nothing　happened；　man；？　Nate　responded；　annoyed。　He　removed　the　hose　from　his　tire　and

bounced　the　bike　up　and　down　to　check　the　pressure。

Despite　the　thick　heat；　Chuck　Bass　was　wearing　madras　board　shorts　and　a　gray　cashmere　hoodie。

He　looked　as　perfectly　primped　as　usual；　his　thick　eyebrows　arched　tidily　above　his　piercing

brown　eyes；　his　aftershave…mercial…handsome　square　chin　shaved　smooth。　He　extended　a　hand

to　help　Nate　to　his　feet。

？Given　up　on　cars？？　Chuck　asked；　nodding　at　Nate？s　bike。　？Don？t　tell　me　you？ve　gone　green　on

us。？

？Yeah。？　Nate　looked　hopefully　toward　the　tastefully　gray…shingled　BP　gas　station　for　someone　to