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exam。
Serena van der Woodsen。 Breakfast at Fred？s；starring Serena van der Woodsen 。
Normally she didn？t daydream about things like this； but this was her first chance to star in a real
movie。 It was hard not to want it just a little bit。
Blair folded over the last page of her exam； rapidly scribbled in the answers； and then went back
to check her work。 Once she was satisfied that all was correct； she glanced up at their proctor； Mrs。
Crandall。 The overweight； red…faced teacher was busy filing her nails； which were painted an
atrocious dark beige； making her fingers look like the pig feet steeped in formaldehyde they？d had
to dissect in ninth…grade bio。 Blair shoved her paper out of the way and reached for Serena？s。
？Hey？？ Serena started to object。
？Shush；？Blair whispered； already beginning to answer the unanswered questions。
Serena drew a smiley face on the page Blair was working on。 It was just like old times。 Except
for the fact that she was with Nate； and Blair was with her new British hunk。 She frowned。And she
was going to miss graduation； which was going to make Blair hate her all over again。
Yup。
Too many boys； too many choices； too little time
Vanessa kept the white Morgane Le Fay dress Blair had bought for her to wear at graduation
stashed in her closet until Sunday night； the night before graduation。 The lights were off in the
apartment and she was all alone。 She stripped down to her black…and…white striped Jockeys and
slipped the dress on over her stubbly head； padding over to the full…length mirror on the back of
her bedroom door to check it out。
The dress was prettier than anything she？d ever owned； with a plunging V in the satin bodice； an
asymmetrical hemline； and a sort of flapper…style low waist that she？d had no idea would look as
flattering on her as it did。 She went back to the closet to retrieve the shoes。 She and Blair had the
same size feet； and Blair had left her a pair of white Michael Kors wedge…heeled sandals to go
with the dress。 She？d even found Vanessa a pair of cool white fishnet gloves from some
consignment shop on the Upper East Side； because it was a Constance Billard tradition for the
girls to wear white gloves during the ceremony。
The thing was； Vanessa wasn？t going to be at the ceremony。 Aaron was arriving at ten the next
morning to pick her up； his red vintage Saab 900S loaded up with herbal cigarettes； soy crisps；
dried edamame； and peach…flavored Snapple iced tea for their cross…country sexcapade。 Her
parents were in Santa Fe； New Mexico； participating in some sort of hippie artist happening； and
her older sister； Ruby； was still in Finland or Poland or Lapland； developing a freaky foreign fan
base for her band； SugarDaddy。 It wasn？t like anyone in her family cared if she missed graduation。
She？d get her diploma in the mail； and Blair could return the dress。 It wasn？t a big deal。
Right。 We believe you。
There was a scratching sound at the front door。 Vanessa left her room and flicked on the living
room light as someone shoved a piece of paper underneath the door。 She recognized Dan？s boyish
scrawl before she even knelt down to pick it up。
Can？t make it through graduation tomorrow without seeing you one more time。 I？m upstairs。
？D
Not again！
Vanessa left the dress on and clomped upstairs to the roof in her Michael Kors wedgies。 It was a
mild June evening； almost nine； but not quite dark。 Traffic snaked on and off of the Williamsburg
Bridge； and a chorus of fire alarms sounded down on Broadway。 A hurricane lantern swung from
the steel frame supporting the water tower。 Beneath it； Dan was sitting in the lotus position； naked；
with a thick paperback book open in his lap。
？What are you doing？？ Vanessa demanded。
Dan looked up； his love…struck face illuminated by the lamp。 He was all shimmery with it？the
light and his plete adoration of her。 ？Wow；？ he murmured softly。 ？You look so pretty。 It？s
almost like how？？ He stopped with an embarrassed smile。
？What？？ Vanessa folded her arms across her chest。 If she and Dan hadn？t already been best
friends for so long； she might have been more upset by his freaky naked stalking appearances。 But
Dan was Dan？she could only muster mild irritation。
？You look like how I imagine you？d look at our wedding；？ Dan blurted haltingly。
Whoa。
Vanessa decided that the only appropriate response was to pletely ignore what he？d said。 ？Is
that something to do with the speech you？re giving tomorrow？？ She pointed at the book。
？What？？ Dan looked down； like he？d forgotten it was there。 ？Um； sort of。 Actually； not really。？
He closed the book and held it up； revealing all his naked manly bits。 ？It？s calledThe Sexual Art of
Ecstasy 。 I found it in the bookstore。？
Vanessa nodded with faint interest； as if he？d just told her that it might rain later。
？There？s this part about meditating together until you get to a place where you？re both；
like；there 。 It talks about how Sting can； like； do it forever； even though he？s really old。 Well； this
is how he does it。？
Like we really want to know。
Vanessa stared at him。 Dan was sort of adorable in his own bizarre； scrawny…bodied way； but the
truth was； she？d been hoping she wouldn？t see him again before she left tomorrow because she
didn？t want to have to explain anything？how she loved him； but how she？d promised Aaron。 How
it had been sort of exciting and fun seeing two guys at once but how it had to end sometime。 The
truth was； she wasn？t even sure how she felt； because she？d been trying not to think about it。
Dan put the book aside and held out his hand。 ？Or we could just kiss；？ he suggested with a sort of
polite tenderness that made her glad he was already naked。
She went over and knelt down in front of him； careful to lift her dress up so it wouldn？t touch the
ground。 ？Just watch the dress；？ she warned him。
This might be her only chance to wear it。 Not that she was about to tell him that。
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hey people！
See how easy that was？
We did it！Now； if we could just decide on one of the seven dresses we bought for graduation at
Bergdorf？s； Barneys；and Bendel？s because a） after popping Vivarin and bingeing on late…night
pizza we didn？t know if we？d gain weight or lose weight during exam week； b） wehate making
decisions； and c） white is the new pink this summer。 At least； it better be。
Boatload of european import cars unloads at ny docks last night
I？m beginning to read like theWall Street Journal or something； aren？t I？ Anyway； if you were
out and about on Park Avenue last night the way I was； you might have noticed the fleet of sleek
black cars being delivered to a certain Upper East Side garage。 Looks like a few of us are getting
what we asked for； except。 ？ Dad； I asked for pink！
They know you cheated
For those of you who cheated on your final exams； we know who you are； and your teachers
know； too。 We saw how you finished early and spent the rest of the time writing notes and doing
actressy face exercises？S！！ They？re only overlooking it because they want to get rid of you。 Why
they even bother giving seniors finals is beyond me。
A remedy for pregraduation jitters
Of course； there？s nothing to be nervous about。 All we have to do is look gorgeous and accept
our diplomas。 But we are nervous nonetheless。 Maybe because we have to go through it with our
parents watching。 Maybe because we have no idea what es next。 You know how the school
nurse always prescribes the same thing no matter what？s wrong with you？ Chew a Pepto…Bismol。
Gargle with salt water。 Well； I？m the same way： champagne and a boy。 Take one dose and then
repeat every fifteen minutes until symptoms subside。
Happy Graduation！ See you at the party afte