A Slap to Remember (WILL SMITH x CHRIS ROCK)

2~Teh Next Dya 🌞🌞🌞

CHRIS ROCK'S P.O.V.

I lay in bed, scrolling on my phone. I couldn't get any sleep last night; I felt something in my stomach, like when you have a crush on a girl in middle school. I guessed it was just rage, then I came across the footage of Will Smith slapping me in the face at the Oscars last night. I clicked on it, not knowing why I decided to. I listened to that thud over and over again. I never noticed how it rang throughout the entire room... or what seemed to be the entire world. So many comments were present. Half were against what Will did, half were against my G.I. Jane joke. I watched Will Smith scream at me from the audience three times in a row, but I wasn't focusing on his actions.

I was focusing on his face.

Something about that face sparked a fire in my heart. The courage and anger he had while screaming at me was admirable. He defended his wife and his honor that night. And that face... His jawline was so defined. His beard was so kept. His eyes... they somehow glistened in a dim room. Suddenly, I realized why I had that feeling in my stomach. "OH SHIT-" I screamed.  

I was in love with Will Smith.