Only in Your Dreams (Gossip Girl #9)
Cecily von Ziegesar
Gossip Girl 09 - Only in Your Dreams
Gossip Girl 09 - Only in Your Dreams She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.
—Truman Capote
Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.
hey people!
It’s been summer for about five minutes and already the city sidewalks are a hundred degrees. Thank God we can finally ditchour tired, hideous blue-and-white seersucker school uniforms—for good. Unless we decide to resurrect them for our first collegeHalloween party. Pleated kilts drive boys wild!
It was hard work surviving four years of high school, balancingpartying, shopping, studying, partying, and shopping with just theright amount of grace and poise to land us in the Ivy League. Wedid it, though, and we’ve got the diplomas—and the graduationpresents (vroom, vroom, vroom!)—to prove it.
In case you’ve had your head under a rock all year long, we’re the kids who play as hard as we shop, and now that we’ve amassed our new summer wardrobes, it’s time to get down to some serious play. You know us, and it’s okay to admit it: you wish you were one of us. We’re the girls strolling around Manhattan in crisp Marni sundresses and who-cares-if-we-ruin-them Jimmy Choo flip-flops. We’re the tanned-since-spring-break-in-St.-Barts boys on the rooftop of the Met slugging Tanqueray and tonic from antique silver flasks. Summer’s here, and those tedious worries like APs and SATs are over. The next couple of months are all about the good stuff: love, sex, fame, and infamy. Speaking of which . . .
the most famous girl in town is about to become even more famous She’s a local legend already, but could she be headed for a whole new level of notoriety? Like, Vanity Fair covers and red-carpet premieres? It sure looks that way now that S has managed to land the only summer job worth getting: a starring role in a major Hollywood movie headed up by potentially insane rogue director Ken Mogul, playing opposite that gorgeous, golden-stubbled megastar T. Swoon. Judging from her history, T will soon be her leading man offscreen, too. Some girls really do have all the luck.
Even though everyone thought B was destined for the part, she appears to have gotten over losing out to her best friend . . . again. Maybe she’s getting used to it, or maybe she’s too busy cavorting with her delicious-looking new boyfriend between the perfectly pressed 600-thread-count cream-colored Egyptian cotton Claridge’s of London hotel sheets to care. That’s right: her whirlwind affair with that strapping English gentleman Lord M has changed settings from steamy New York to swanky London, and I can only imagine they’re putting B’s hotel suite to good use. Of course, Lord M’s manor is purported to be even nicer than Claridge’s, if that’s possible—so why isn’t she staying with him there? We’ll find out soon enough: word of her escapades is already making its way back across the pond.
Scandalous information about our favorite perpetually stoned but still perpetually cute N is also making its way back to the city— although he’s only a jitney ride away, in the summer-lovin’ Hamptons. He’s doing hard time on Long Island after that pesky stealing-Viagra-from-his-lacrosse-coach-and-almost-not-graduating episode. I hear he’s already tan and persistently sweaty from all the reroofing he’s doing at his coach’s house. Some of the local ladies have been doing drive-bys just to get a peek at him with his shirt off. Meanwhile, on this side of Long Island—that’s Brooklyn, FYI—V was seen enjoying the spoils of her short live-in with B. Hello, black silk DVF wrap dress! Only B would leave that behind like a used toothbrush. No one knows if V was having a fling with both sides of that stepsibling duo or not, but both A and B have moved on. Literally. Last I heard, A had taken up with a tattooed belly dancer in Austin, Texas, with two boxer puppies of her own. Thank goodness for D—he’s been seen all over town frantically checking out the city like a tourist. Looks like someone’s getting sentimental about his big move out west this fall.
Your e-mail
Q:
Dear GG,
So there I was, in Heathrow Airport on my way to this totally fruity British boarding school my parents are making me start this summer, when whom should I see but B, aka the girl of my dreams. I thought my problems were solved, until I arrived on campus and heard three very disturbing rumors: 1) B is not only dating some English douche bag, she’s engaged to him.
2) He’s already engaged to someone else.
And, craziest of all:
3) Lord Douchebaggio isn’t satisfying B’s womanly needs, if you catch my drift. Maybe he’s too tired out from spending time with his fiancée?
Help a brother out, here. I’m going to freak the F out if I don’t find a girl who knows that soccer is not called football.
—B Back on the Market?
P.S. I can go all night.
A:
Dear BB on the M,
I don’ t know how they do it in England, but here in America seventeen is way too young to get married. Hello, we haven’t even hooked up with our freshman year hall mates yet! Sit tight. Nothing lasts forever. . . .
—GG
P.S. All night, huh? What did you say you look like?
Q:
Dear GG,