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—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

It’s　the　first　time　I’m　going　to　see　my　ex　since　we　both　left　for　college。　I　have　a　new　boyfriend　now；　but　he’s　not　in　town；　and　I’m　worried　what　will　happen　when　it’s　just　me；　my　ex；　and　the　countdown　to　New　Year’s。　What　should　I　do？

—kissme

a：　Dear　K；

While　I　don’t　condone　cheating；　as　they　say；　should　auld　acquaintance　be　forgot。　Which　I　interpret　to　mean　that　special　pardons　exist　for　that　New　Year’s　Eve　kiss。　Good　luck。

—GG

the　final　countdown

It’s　already　late　afternoon　and　I　still　have　to　take　a　nap　before　slipping　into　my　don’t…you…wish…you…knew…where…it…was…from　frock。　And　while　I　have　my　beauty　sleep；　I　suggest　you　do　the　same。　After　all；　who　knows　where　and　when　（and　with　whom）　you’ll　find　yourself　in　bed　tonight。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

double…booking　NYE　is　never　a　good　idea

Serena　crowded　into　the　elevator　of　Thaddeus　Smith’s　loft　behind　Amanda；　Alysia；　and　Alison。　She’d　invited　Blair；　but　Blair　had　declined；　saying　she’d　just　meet　her　at　Chuck’s　later。　Serena　hoped　Blair　didn’t　think　she　was　lame　for　stopping　by　an　industry　party；　but　she’d　promised　Thad　she　would。

“Oh　my　God；　Serena；　you　should　date　Thaddeus！　His　building　is　soooo　pretty！”　Alysia　enthused　in　between　hiccups。　Thaddeus　lived　in　a　top…floor　triplex　in　an　all…pink　eight…unit　Julian　Schnabel　building　that　overlooked　the　Hudson　River。

“I　don’t　think　we’d　be　good　together。”　Serena　giggled。　Because　he’s　totally　gay；　she　wanted　to　add。　Serena　had　found　this　out　the　hard　way　last　summer；　when　Thad　was　her　costar　in　Breakfast　at　Fred’s。　She’d　thought　he　liked　her—until　she’d　met　his　boyfriend；　Serge；　and　realized　Thad　had　been　flirting　with　her　to　cover　up　his　real　relationship。　It　was　disappointing；　but　she’d　gotten　over　it　quickly。　Now；　she　wasn’t　about　to　out　Thad。　He’d　e　out　when　he　was　ready。

Even　though　the　news　would　make　so　many　boys’　dreams　e　true。

“Oh　my　God；　I　heard　Brad　and　Angelina　are　going　to　be　here；　and　that　Brett　Ratner　will　be　too　and　is　looking　for　a　lead　for　his　next　film。　Do　you　think　I　look　too　skanky？”　Alysia　asked；　examining　her　red　marabou　feather　dress　in　the　elevator　mirror。　She　looked　like　an　aging　Vegas　showgirl。

“No；　you　look　great；”　Serena　lied。　The　theme　of　the　party　was　Heaven　and　Hell。　Serena　hadn’t　really　planned　on　dressing　up；　but　at　the　last　moment；　and　at　Blair’s　urging；　she’d　decided　to　wear　a　short　white　Calypso　sundress　that　was　technically　a　bikini　cover…up；　a　black　garter　on　her　perfectly　toned　leg；　and　a　headband　that　had　little　Swarovski　crystal　devil　horns。　The　entire　look　was　fun…sexy；　unlike　Amanda’s　custom…made　angel　wings　or　Alysia’s　feathered　dress。

“You　want？”　Alysia　asked　tipsily；　passing　Serena　a　silver　Tiffany　flask。　She　hiccupped　again。

“Alysia；　I　swear　to　God；　if　you　embarrass　me　in　front　of　any　agents；　I’m　going　to　tell　everyone　you　starred　in　a　fat　camp　mercial　when　you　were　twelve；”　Amanda　said　haughtily；　elbowing　Alison　in　the　ribs。

Serena　laughed；　remembering　all　the　mini　fights　she　and　Blair　had　had　in　elevators　on　the　way　to　parties　over　the　years。　It　all　seemed　so　long　ago。

Does　that　mean　it’s　time　for　a　rematch？

The　elevator　doors　slid　open　to　reveal　the　living　room　of　Thaddeus’s　apartment。　It　was　an　enormous；　loftlike　space；　with　floor…to…ceiling　windows　that　looked　out　onto　the　inky　black　Hudson　River　below。　The　space　was　already　crowded　with　scantily　clad　girls　in　red　and　white；　and　guys　in　jeans　and　white　button…downs　or　red　T…shirts。　The　air　felt　twenty　degrees　hotter　than　in　the　elevator。

“Serena；　baby！”　Ira　Green；　the　producer　of　Coffee　at　the　Palace；　greeted　her；　slapping　his　fleshy　palm　against　her　bare　back。　“I　noticed　your　boyfriend　was　here。　Great　career　move。”　Ira　nodded　importantly。

“My　boyfriend？”　Serena　asked　in　confusion；　glancing　around　the　crowded　room。

“Breckin　O’Dell？　Says　in　Page　Six　you’ve　been　canoodling。”　Ira　grabbed　a　glass　of　champagne　off　the　tray　of　a　passing　server　clad　in　a　white　bikini　and　red　stilettos。　“Look；　I’m　all　for　it；　but　I　don’t　want　you　to　get　exclusive。　Not　good　for　pre…film　buzz。　In　fact；　I’d　love　for　you　to　really　spend　the　evening　mingling。　I’ve　got　a　couple　of　my　own　friends　who’d　love　to　meet　you。”

“I’d　like　to　meet　them；”　Amanda　piped　up；　sticking　her　hand　out　for　Ira　to　shake。　Serena　took　that　moment　to　gracefully　duck　away；　weaving　between　party　guests　toward　the　bar　set　up　in　the　corner。　She　usually　loved　parties；　but　right　now；　all　she　wanted　to　do　was　say　hi　to　Thaddeus　and　then　hop　a　cab　to　the　Tribeca　Star　and　spend　the　night　partying　with　Blair。　Tomorrow；　they　could　have　a　lazy　brunch；　nursing　their　hangovers　with　glasses　of　fresh…squeezed　orange　juice。　Then　they’d　watch　Breakfast　at　Tiffany’s　and　all　the　other　old　movies　Blair　loved。

“Serena！”　someone　shouted　from　behind　her。　Breckin　O’Dell　was　lumbering　over　to　her　from　the　bar；　looking　extremely　pleased　with　himself。　His　reddish　hair　was　artfully　spiked　into　peaks；　and　he　wore　a　skinny　purple　tie　and　a　black　vest。

Hell　is　other　people’s…　outfits？

Serena　made