Only in Your Dreams (Gossip Girl #9)(59)
“Romeo!” Chuck called down to Dan in a girly falsetto.
Dan nodded at Chuck hospitably. He loathed that * and his freaky vintage eighties mint green Prada zipper suit. He took Bree’s hand and pulled her up the steps behind him: it would take some maneuvering to get her safely past Chuck.
“Who’s that?” Bree wanted to know.
“No one,” Dan told her firmly. They hurried up to the top landing, dodging bodies and bulldozing past Chuck Bass, until they nearly collided with Vanessa. Again.
They had to stop meeting like this.
Vanessa was accompanied by the same little boys she’d had in tow in Central Park a couple of days before, only instead of being smeared with ice cream, the kids were all cleaned up, sporting snazzy blue blazers with brass buttons, seersucker shorts, and perfectly pressed white cotton oxfords. Their blond hair was parted in slick, tidy hairstyles. They looked miserable.
“Dan,” Vanessa stammered, clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I ... I thought maybe you put me on a list ...before ...” he stammered. “I didn’t think you’d be here, after, you know—”
“Their sister worked on the movie.” Vanessa put her hands on top of the boys’ heads. “So I had to.” “Hi,” said Bree uncomfortably. “I’m Bree. We sort of met the other day.” “I’m Vanessa.” She smirked. Bree? What kind of bullshit name was that?
“I’m Edgar,” offered one of the twins, puffing his chest out proudly. He removed his hand from Vanessa’s and extended it in Bree’s direction. Maybe he’d forgotten his little puking episode?
“I’m Nils,” said the other boy, gently pushing his brother out of the way and beaming at Bree. Dan couldn’t help noticing they sounded a little like mini Chucks.
They start early, those Upper East Side boys.
Bree knelt down and looked at the two little boys intensely. “You guys have really clear auras.”
Vanessa snickered. Dan cocked his head and studied her. She was basically the same: shaved head, lots of attitude, but instead of her usual black jeans, she was wearing fancy-looking shiny black trousers and instead of a black cotton tank she was wearing a semi-sheer black top that was soft and delicate—it might even have been silk. She looked almost feminine, and although it sounded strange, sometimes Dan forgot she was just that: a girl.
“Want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked tentatively
Vanessa shrugged. “If you can tear yourself away.” Bree had the boys in her lap and was reading their palms.
“We kind of have a lot to talk about, don’t we?” Dan allowed. Bree began to chant in Sanskrit.
That’s the understatement of the year.
Gossip Girl 09 - Only in Your Dreams
all the world’s a stage
Because the apartment didn’t have any real furniture to speak of, the drunken crowd had turned the large main room into an impromptu dance floor. Blair had downed three Bellinis, so she was ready to answer the call of duty and dance her cute little ass off. Besides, she’d memorized the party scene in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and knew what was expected of her. Sure, Serena was Holly—there was no denying that at this point—but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a great f*cking time, too. She had plenty of booze and the party of her dreams at her disposal.
Not to mention a hot guy.
“Hey,” Jason murmured in her ear. “It’s good to see you again.”
She shimmied a perfect imitation of one of the partygoers from the original movie’s big party—but only a true expert like her would recognize that bit of choreography. Her flapper-inspired Blumarine dress moved sexily in time with her body’s gyrations, and she clutched an old-fashioned mother-of-pearl cigarette holder in her hand. The only touch she’d decided to skip was the diamond tiara.
She didn’t need the headgear to play the part of a princess.
“Dance!” she commanded, grabbing hold of Jason’s long, smooth fingers and pulling him closer to her. He had the nicest, wide-open smile she’d ever seen and was so tall and clean looking.
“Yes, ma’am!” He unbuttoned the top button of his light blue Steven Alan oxford. His near-dorkiness was such a turn-on!
Blair drew closer to him, enjoying the way his tremendous height made her feel tiny and delicate and sexy.
Like a certain moon-eyed Hollywood waif?
She could smell the soap on his skin and the beer on his breath, and the rest of the crowd receded into the background as she gazed up at his bright smile dreamily. In that moment, it was hard to remember that she’d ever liked anyone else, including Lord Whateverhisnamewas or Sir Stoner.
“So, you know . . .” Blair batted her eyelashes suggestively. “Serena’s heading back to her parents’ apartment for the rest of the summer, but I think I might stay here....”
“We’ll be neighbors.” He smiled. “That could get us in trouble.”
“I kind of like trouble.”
Hello, understatement.
“Well then . . .” Jason grinned. He bent down and kissed her slowly. His lips were the flavor of the sweet ale he’d been drinking all night and something pepperminty. He was delicious. It was a perfect, perfect first kiss.
Afterwards she smiled back at Jason before surveying the room. She was slow dancing with him even though everyone else was jumping and spinning to the upbeat Madonna the DJ had just put on. Blair pulled Jason’s warm body even closer, despite the fact that it was basically a hundred and ten degrees inside the overcrowded apartment. And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sir Stoner himself. Fucking f*ck. Even now, she could still count on Nate to ruin a perfect moment.