to spend next year and possibly the rest of his life with her。 As soon as they arrived at the party;
Jenny went right to the bar to score a glass of champagne; but Dan lingered by the door; his arms
full of red roses; transfixed by the sight of Vanessa looking resplendent in her sexy low…cut white
graduation dress and funky white wedge…heeled shoes。 There was a pink flush to her cheeks and a
sparkle to her dark brown eyes as she chatted with Serena van der Woodsen。 Serena was gorgeous
as usual; with her mane of pale blond hair cascading between her bare shoulder blades and her
endless legs; but the sight of her didn?t turn Dan on the way the sight of Vanessa did。
?Hey; hot stuff; get your ass over here!? Vanessa shouted at him from across the room。 She?d
been drunk since one o?clock in the afternoon and the sight of Dan; his arms full of roses; was less
a turn…on than a revelation。 A drunken one。
This morning she?d almost driven off with the wrong boy。 It was Dan she loved。 How could she
not?with his scruffy looks; his painfully wrought poems; and the way he kept showing up
unexpectedly on her roof with his clothes off。
As Dan approached; she sort of oofed herself out of the Yale…blue…and…white striped wing…back
chair she was sitting in but then gave up and fell back into it again。 ?I?m trying to hug you;? she
explained; laughing at herself。
She?s drunk; he realized。
Serena grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek; then pushed him into Vanessa?s lap。 ?You?re
always so cute;? she cooed; ruffling Dan?s scraggly light brown hair as red roses fell out of his
arms and scattered around their feet。
Vanessa tickled him under the arms and he shrugged her needling fingers away; suddenly feeling
more like someone?s cute four…year…old brother than Vanessa?s stud…muffin boyfriend。
?So; the big news is Serena?s going to be a movie star; and I?m going to help make her cheesy
big…budget movie; because if we sell out; we?ll make selling out look cool;? Vanessa told him with
drunken excitement。
Serena and Vanessa slapped each other five like old soccer teammates。 Then Serena refilled her
glass of Dom out of the magnum on the floor next to Vanessa?s chair and handed the overflowing
flute to Dan。 ?To Hollywood;? she cried gleefully; waiting for Dan to chug it down。
Dan perched on Vanessa?s pale bare knee; trying not to spill his champagne。 He?d prepared a
Pablo Neruda love poem to recite; but maybe now wasn?t such a great time。
?Do you think I should tell them to turn the music up so we can dance?? Serena burped loudly。
?Definitely。? Vanessa bounced up and down on the chair cushion; causing Dan to tumble onto the
floor。 ?Dan will dance with us; won?t you; Dan??
Dan clambered to his feet; eager for Serena to leave him alone with Vanessa。 ?Sure。?
Serena whirled away; a vision of yellow silk and golden hair。 The room was packed with people