Only in Your Dreams (Gossip Girl #9)(54)

Dear GG,

I’m in a rough spot. I’ve got this totally adorable neighborwho I thought I really hit it off with. All good, right? Well, then her just-as-adorable roommate moved in, and I think I might have hit it off even better with her. What do you think? Should I attempt the roommate swap, or am I better off dating outside my zip code?

—Indecision

A:

Dear Indecision,

You’re a brave fellow. Just make sure the love affair lasts as long as the lease—otherwise you’re in for some uncomfortable moments in the stairwell! And hey, there’s nothing more fun than a threesome!





—GG


sightings

N looking moony on a bench on Main Street in East Hampton. Wonder what has him down? D and an unidentified girl at Jamba Juice in Columbus Circle, “replenishing their fluids” after a tough workout. Hey kids, you do know there are, like, four hotels nearby, don’t you? B schlepping some tightly packed garment bags to her mother’s place on Fifth Avenue. Hasn’t she bought enough this summer? Or is keeping the leftovers just a fringe benefit of her new career in fashion? T buying flowers at Chelsea Market—just a little token for his favorite leading lady? V toting her collected works to the Fifth Avenue mansion where she’s working now. It seems that her new boss is quite a film buff, or maybe she’s just trying to get fired again by showing her charges some really twisted stuff.

Okay, that’s enough with the sightings. I don’t have time for this, really; I’m on my way to that amazing vintage boutique on Elizabeth Street. I don’t usually go for old clothes— they smell like dead people—but I thought it might be fun to dress the old-school Hollywood part for the old-school Hollywood party. Oops, I’ve already said too much!

You know you love me.

gossip girl





Gossip Girl 09 - Only in Your Dreams

a real hollywood ending

The rooftop bar at the Oceana Hotel was a madhouse. It was crowded on any given summer night, but throw a couple of movie stars into the mix (okay, one movie star and one soon-to-be movie star) and it was chaos. The open-air rooftop bar and pool was more a place to see and be seen rather than a place to talk and be heard, so Serena was a little disappointed when Thaddeus suggested it. Now that the pressure of filming was off her shoulders, Serena wanted to really talk to him, to get to know him as a person, not a costar. She’d heard a rumor that he was going to be leaving town after the wrap party, which was tomorrow, so that didn’t leave them with much time together—and she hoped that something might finally happen between them, off-camera.

Apparently that was the only rumor she’d heard about him.

“What are you drinking?” Thaddeus shouted when their waitress approached to take their order. They were seated in what was supposedly the VIP section, but there was nothing to distinguish it from the rest of the narrow terrace, except for the fact that they had the best, most unobstructed view of the Hudson. At least they’d chosen the right night to drink by the river. Fireworks were going off all over, in celebration of something or other. Gay Pride, maybe? Or maybe there was a marathon today. Serena could never keep things like that straight.

“Caipirinha,” she practically shouted into his ear.

Thaddeus repeated this to the starstruck waitress, who hurried off to fetch the drinks that would probably be on the house. Thaddeus never had to pay for anything, but then again, Serena had never really had to pay for anything either: The notorious fashion designer Les Best had given her a ton of clothes when she modeled for his perfume ad, and guys were always buying her drinks or picking up dinner no matter where she went.

Guess stardom was in her stars.

Thaddeus idly drummed on the surface of the table in time with the Scissor Sisters tune that was blaring out of the cleverly hidden speakers. He stared out over the Hudson and smiled.

“It’s a great night,” he observed.

“It is,” Serena agreed. She was squeezed in between Thaddeus and the protective railing that snaked around the terrace. “I’m so glad we get to be out and not have to worry about going over our lines or what Ken’s going to yell at us tomorrow.”

“Fucking tell me about it.” Thaddeus lit a cigarette, took a quick drag, and then passed it off to Serena.

Serena inhaled the slightly damp butt—she’d already made out with Thaddeus on camera, so a bit of his spit didn’t bother her—as the waitress set down their drinks. Thaddeus slid her cocktail across the table to her. “A toast,” he suggested, lifting his pink cosmo into the air.

Pink cosmo?

“Definitely.” Serena clinked her glass to his. “To an incredible movie.”

“To an incredible costar,” Thaddeus corrected, cocking his eyebrow. “And an incredible debut.”

He draped his arm over the back of the bench and pulled Serena a little closer, resting his left hand on her left shoulder. “The fireworks are going to really get going soon, huh?” He nodded toward the river, where a small one had already exploded.

The DJ started playing a mellower tune, something by the Raves.

“I know this song!” Serena cried. It sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“It’s the Raves,”Thaddeus explained.“I’m pretty tight with their drummer.” He reached over and took the burning cigarette from Serena, inhaling furtively.