A Story To Susmi, Part 2 - 3

by Maryam in A Land Of Desert And Sun

**** And here we have the third and FINAL part of this sequel to the hilarious A Story To Susmi, in which the fatal identity of the slapper of our favorite bumbling bumbler, the one and only Susmi R. :D *******

As the sting of the slap finally penetratedd her brain, and the significance of it (just think, being slapped in the face on the red carpet in front of - gasp - MOLE THE DROLL VENTIGIMLIA!!! AAAAHHH!!! ) Susmi turned around, being careful to put a wide-eyed, surprised, hurt look on her face and a hand on the slapped cheek (as Madame Viligot had informed her to do if she was ever slapped), and, as she saw who it was, froze dead.
Hayden Panettiere was standing there, wearing a disgracefully low-cut dress that was made of a clingy pink material; her blonde, obviously bleached hair was swept over one eye, and the other was staring fiercely at Susmi. Before the latter could get a word in, the yelling started.
'HOW DARE YOU?' Panettiere shrieked, 'HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYFRIEND?'
Susmi would not, simply could not, say a word. Somewhere near, camera shutters started clicking.
'HOW DARE YOU EVEN' -
Over her shoulder, suddenly, a voice sounded. 'What's this, Hayden?'
Susmi started to turn around, almost collapsing with relief at her dear Mole coming to rescue her (even if he did refer to that poisonous, slapping, screechy female by her first name), but stopped dead as it became clear it wasn't even him at all. Skandar Keynes stood there, Maryam at his side, both looking concerned and quizzical as Panettiere sighed, tossing her hair over one spaghetti-strapped shoulder, as cameras flashed, and said, squealing, 'SHE,' pointing to our hapless heroine, 'STOLE,' gesturing with her hands, 'MY,' putting a great deal of emphasis on this, 'BOYFRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNND!'
There need not be any explanation on how terrible that sounded.

And then, HIS voice. Him. Susmi closed her eyes in relief.
'What seems to be the problem?' he asked smoothly, sliding an arm around Susmi's waist and looking inquiringly at Panettiere, who was standing there gaping. Susmi felt a rush of happy revenge as Panettiere squirmed, then said, quietly this time, and coming forward until her face and Mole the Droll's were inches apart,
'But you know you love me.'
Dead silence. All that could be heard was the clicking of cameras, as Susmi realized that everyone within ten feet was staring at them, and people outside that limit were getting the picture and being quiet, and then, she heard Panettiere -
step forward -
and-
Oh. No. No, no, no, no, no.
Kiss him. Kiss Miloe. Kiss Mole. Kiss her dear Mole the Droll. And a - er... - disgusting one, too. With the, err.... tongue thing. Gulp.
And, what was even WORSE,
Mole was kissing her back.

No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Susmi took a flabbergasted look at the two embracing people in front of her. She stepped back, one step *camera click* took another few *cameras flashed as they realized this would be the scoop of the century* and finally turned and ran.

The next morning, it was all over the television.

And THAT, m'dears, is the tale of Susmi during the reign of Mole the Droll over her heart, the humiliation and the weight-gain that followed. If you will recall, she did nothing else but watch movies (and Heroes - sometimes, people just won't get a clue), get on the Internet, and eat. Everything. Chips, chocolate, candy, the works.

Join us next time, when Susmi gets around to get yet ANOTHER celebrity crush, (if you will recall, it was first Daniel Radcliffe, and now Milo Ventigimlia, for the ignorant), with the next:

STORY TO SUSMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. Susmi, get online, won't you?