?Um, that sounds great, but I?m going to be really busy with work, you know? It?s going to take
a lot of work to get this movie right.? She nodded toward the computer screen where Serena van
der Woodsen?s ethereal face was paused, her eyes half closed. She was reviewing the rehearsal
footage from this afternoon, and if it was any indication of what the finished film would look
like?well, it wasn?t pretty.
?Right.? Dan pouted a little. ?Of course.?
On the up side, the longer Serena fumbled through her rehearsals, the more time Vanessa had to
experiment with her camera work. She was going to give him something better. She was
determined to do something truly avant-garde and unusual, something that would really wow Ken
Mogul and his producers. He?d mentioned Godard. But she was the master of mixing humor with
tragedy. She would show the used condom stuck to Holly?s shoe, the tarnished side of the party
princess!
?Where?s your dad she asked, changing the subject. It was only a matter of time before she ran
into Dan?s Beat poet dad, Rufus, wearing his usual stained Mets T-shirt and too-snug tan cargo
shorts. She was hoping to see him before they had a middle-of-the-night runin. Who knew what
he?d be wearing then?
He shrugged. ?You talk to Ruby He dug into his pockets and retrieved a battered old pack of
Camels, lit one, and then lay back on Jenny?s lumpy, narrow bed. ?I hope you guys made up.
Life?s too short, you know
?Huh Vanessa asked lazily, lying down next to him. Ruby had sent a couple of apologetic text
messages, but Vanessa was too mad to bother reading them all the way through. She could
imagine Ruby squeezing Piotr?s back zits while they did it in his paint-splattered studio?aka her
old room. She snuggled her almost-bald head into Dan?s ropy neck and whispered, ?I can?t really
deal with it now, you know
?That?s too bad,? he observed solemnly. ?I always admired your relationship.?
?Sure.? She couldn?t resist giggling a little. ?Are you feeling okay
Dan turned toward her so their noses were almost touching. Vanessa kissed his smoky-tasting
lips. Her touched her face. ?You know, I never realized it before, but happiness is, like, right there
in front of you, you know what I mean? It?s like us?like you?re all I need to be happy, and you?re
right here, in my house. I mean, I know you?ll have to work a lot and everything, but it?s so great.
It?s actually so much easier to achieve happiness than it is to embrace ugliness.?
Vanessa bit her lip. She loved Dan, but she really hoped he wasn?t about to pull another
embarrassing proclamation of undying devotion like he had at his own graduation. Some things
were better left unsaid.
You can say that again.
?Did you learn that on the job she teased. ?I didn?t know they offered free New Age self-help
lectures at the Strand.?
?I?m not talking about work.? He sucked on his Camel hard and defensively. ?I readSiddhartha
during my break this afternoon. Life?s just so short.... I mean, we can only hope to find some
meaning in this life, you know
The only book Vanessa knew him to have spoken as passionately about wasThe Sorrows of
Young Werther , a creepy book about a moody, depressive guy who kills himself in the end
because his girlfriend marries someone else.
?All right, I?m officially confused. What the hell are you talking about she asked. Her
eyebrows furrowed as she looked into his light brown eyes.
?I?m talking about the meaning of life,? he replied simply.
Or was he talking about a certain perfectly perky round-butted blonde?
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hey people!
I?ve discovered something very important about myself: I?mtotally bi. It?s not what you?re
thinking?I?m just torn betweenwhere I want to spend my summer and I?ve decided I reallywant to
have it both ways. Thank God for Teterboro Airport. Aquick drive to the runway and I?m on the
island in less than anhour. That gives me a chance to ogle the surfer boys and sayyes to every
party I?m invited to here at home.
There?s something so exclusive about parties in the city duringthe summer. So intimate, with no
unwanted guests. Well,almost. Not that we don?t like to have our picture taken; we?djust like to
make sure our beach hair doesn?t have any actualsand in it before the flash goes off. Yes, I?m
talking about thepaparazzi. Obviously they have to work all summer, and obviously they?re bored
because they?ve been hounding the fewcelebs in town?me included?like every night was an
MTVMusic Awards after-party at Lindsay?s loft.
But summer and the beach go hand in hand, and I could nevercompletely forsake the shore, but
that heartthrob actor T has donejust that, abandoning his lavish spread on the North Shore (yes,the
one you saw on that episode ofCribs ) to spend a steaming-hot summer in sticky New York City.
Now that?s dedication.
across the pond
I know we started out as an English colony, but we won the war(no hard feelings!) and therefore
we do things a bit differently
on this side of the pond. I like the whole royalty thing? especially a certain heir to the throne and
his party-monster redheaded younger brother?but there?s a lot about the English that I just don?t
understand. For example, I hear that a certain young, foxy, blue-eyed American girl we all know
and love has gotten herself mixed up with a titled gentleman who seems to have eyes for his, um,
cousin? Apparently, in some grand old English families it?s perfectly acceptable to ask your
cousin to move in for the summer, to hold her hand during intimate dinners at London?s finest
restaurants, to slip away together to the thatch-roofed country house for a weekend foxhunt.
How?s that for culture shock?
your e-mail
Q:
Dear GG,
My mom insisted that I take an internship at a glossy magazine this summer. She says it?ll help
prepare me for the real world, but I feel like I?m the only one spendingmy summer cooped up
inside the fashion closet, packing next season?s Marc Jacobs shoes into boxes and keeping track
of the Me&Ro jewelry. It?s like working in retail,and besides, I have the rest of my life to work,
don?t I?Shouldn?t I be chilling at the beach with my babeliciousboyfriend or something?
?In the Closet
A:
Dear In the Closet,
How do you think I feel? I?m still here, albeit with the A/Ccranked and a chilled bottle of Dom
next to the computer,hard at work, serving all your gossip needs. But seriously:help yourself to
something Guccilicious from the sunglassdrawer. You deserve it! (And no one will notice if you
throwsomething in for your boyfriend, too.)
?GG
Q:
Dear GG,
Does that guy N have a long-lost brother? I think I saw him at the Oyster Shack on the Island,
but it couldn?t have been the same guy; this guy was dressed like a construction worker and
hanging out with some skanky-looking but undeniably hot townie chick. Any idea what?s going
on?
?Double Take
A:
Dear Double Take,
There?s definitely only one N. If he?s in the construction game now, I suggest you hire him to
come over and build you a deck. Maybe he?ll work up a sweat and then you can invite him to go
skinny-dipping!
?GG
sightings
B getting into a tiff with the mousy-looking handbag clerk at Harvey Nichols. They?ve got
waiting lists in London, too, but some girls have never learned that patience is a virtue. S
wandering around an unfamiliar part of the Upper East Side?really far from the park?looking
forlorn and buying Purina cat chow at the deli. Maybe she?s trying some crazy new diet? N
strolling along Catachungo Road in Hampton Bays, wearing a Yale baseball cap and standing
quite close to a mystery girl wearing a pink tube top embellished with Old Navy logos. I must
have missed their Hamptons store opening. V settling into a maroon leather barber chair at an
old-school barbershop on the Upper West Side, ignoring the men-only rule. Maybe someone
should tell her that she?s definitely not in Brooklyn anymore. D curled up on a bench in Union
Square, reading a thick paperback book on kundalini yoga while smoking a cigarette. Is he
planning to write an epic poem about yoga positions for lung cancer patients? Who wants to know?
I know I do.
And you know you love me.
gossip girl
townies are people too
Nate guided his trusty Schwinn off the gravelly road and onto the dirt shoulder in front of the
Oyster Shack, managing to avoid a replay of his humiliating wipeout yesterday. After their ice
cream, Tawny had taken him to get his tire fixed at Bob?s Gas ?n? Dogs and it was as good as new.
He breathed in the fresh air appreciatively. He?d only smoked a third of a joint that morning, so
his head was clear.
That?s a first.
Even though it was only six o?clock, the Oyster Shack was crowded with kids in shorts and
halter tops eating fries and drinking canned Bud. Leaning the bike on the kickstand, Nate ambled
over to the barnred picnic bench where Tawny sat smoking a Virginia Slim, a devilish little smile
on her full, opalescent peach?glossed lips.
Normally Nate would have felt kind of stupid meeting a girl on a bike, but he kind of enjoyed the
workout, the breeze in his face and the wind in his hair. Of course, he could enjoy the wind in his
hair behind the wheel of his dad?s powder blue 1978 vintage Aston Martin convertible parked in
his garage only twenty minutes away, but the car was the Captain?s pride and joy, and Nate
wasn?t allowed to drive it alone, much less into one of the Hamptons? less desirable
neighborhoods, like Hampton Bays.
After they?d shared an innocent ice cream cone and gotten Nate?s bike fixed yesterday,Tawny
had suggested they meet up for dinner today. Nate hardly needed convincing; like a good
ex-girlfriend, Fate always pulled through for him, right when he needed her. Just when his
loneliness had started to get him down, he?d happened to meet confident, sexy Tawny.
?You made it,? she chirped, stubbing her cigarette out on the table and tossing the butt in the
grass behind her. She was wearing a peach-colored bikini top and a black jersey wrap-around skirt
that showed off her tanned, round, but firm thighs. Her hair was down, grazing her freckled
shoulders, and her peachy lips matched the bikini straps that were falling off her
shoulders. ?Without falling.?
?Yeah, no accidents this time.? Nate laughed, shaking his head. He flipped down the collar of the
clean but faded light blue Brooks Brothers shirt he?d changed into after work and slipped onto the
bench across from her. ?So I?d say the day is going pretty well.?
?How was work Tawny asked as she smeared some goopy vanilla-scented stuff on her lips.
Nate could smell it from where he sat.
?Just the usual: backbreaking manual labor.? He?d spent all of yesterday and today nailing new
shingles onto Coach Michaels?s roof. His hands were riddled with calluses and his arms
ached. ?I?m working for my coach, so it?s not like I can slack off. He?s kind of an asshole. I guess
it?s just like practice.?
Only without the stick. And the ball. And the rest of the team.
?You must really like him, though, to want to work for him all summer,?Tawny countered.
Nate shrugged, rubbing his hand over his stiff neck. ?I guess.? No need to tell her about the
stolen Viagra and the withheld diploma, right?
Best not.
?Poor boy,? she cooed. ?Maybe you need a massage. I can practice on you. I?m totally going to
be an LMT after I graduate.?
He had no idea what she was talking about. LMT?
Low-class mega-slut townie?
?Alicensed massage therapist, silly! I can?t believe you didn?t know that. Anyway, I talked to
these people at this spa in Sag Harbor and they might let me do an actual internship. You know,
practicing on real people? I?m so psyched.? She leaned in across the table and began massaging
Nate?s forearm, using both of her hands and applying a surprising amount of pressure, her long
manicured fingertips scraping his skin like ice scrapers on a car windshield. ?See she
asked. ?Doesn?t that feel good
It did feel good, sort of, but Nate was much more interested in the view: Tawny was leaning so
far forward that her impressive pear-shaped boobs were totally visible.
?So, um, you?re still in high school, then Nate mumbled, remembering that it was his turn to
say something. ?I just graduated.? Saying that felt good. It made him feel manly.
Oh boy.
?I?m graduating next year,? she explained, moving her hands from his forearm to his chest,
which was tight from hammering. ?I can?t wait. I?m so sick of high school. I figure I?ll get my
certification, you know, get a house in the Bays. If you?re good, you can make such awesome cash
from the summer crowd you don?t have to work the rest of the year. That?s totally my plan: make
a good living mooching off summer people.? She laughed.
?Cool.? Nate was having trouble concentrating on what Tawny was saying because her boobs
were practically in his lap. He?d tuned her out so completely she sounded kind of like the parents
in a Peanuts cartoon.Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah. Her lips looked so full and peach-colored and shiny,
and she smelled like vanilla.
He pitched his head forward and lightly kissed her, touching her cheeks gently. Her mouth tasted
like Diet Coke and some sort of artificial but totally delicious fruit.
After a few moments she giggled and pulled away. ?We can do that all night, but I want to know
about your plans too,? she went on, sitting back down and taking his hand. ?You can tell me all
about it over dinner.?
?Sure, yeah.? Nate stood and patted his pocket to make sure he?d remembered to bring his wallet.
He wondered if the Oyster Shack accepted platinum American Express. He licked his lips, which
tasted sort of slick and fruity now themselves and would probably make his beer taste like pi?a
colada. ?Let?s get something to eat and I?ll tell you my whole master plan.?
