BLACK IMAGINES.

K E N D R I C K L A M A R

( based on the song Mona Lisa by Lil Wayne and Kendrick Lamar )

"YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS AN ANGEL,
THAT BITCH AIN'T NO ANGEL, I TREAT
HER HALO LIKE A FRISBEE."

              Mona smiled as she crawled onto the man's lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck and he stared back at her with a small smile on his face. He shook his head before speaking, "You are so fucking beautiful, Mona," He tells her what she already knew. She pressed her lips against his twice. "I swear to God, you are."

               Mona smiled as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, lightly kissing him there. He wrapped his arm around her lower body before he stood to his feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled back and the two made eye contact and he spoke once more. "What are you doing to me, Mona Lisa?"

               She opened her mouth to respond but she paused when her phone began vibrating. She gave him an apologetic smile and he sat her back down to her feet. She held up her index finger as she walked over to the flip phone that was sitting on the beach chair. She flipped the phone open to look at the caller ID and she looked at Kendrick a second time, apologizing.

               "I am so sorry," she apologizes and he just shakes his head, telling her to answer it. "It's my mom's calling."

               "Go in ahead and answer it, I'll be here." Kendrick told her as he sat back down on the first step, allowing his legs to swing back and forth in the beautiful light blue pool.

               Mona pouts, "You sure? She's probably only calling to ask why I-"

               "Mona," Kendrick interrupts her with a small laugh. "Answer the phone, baby."

               Mona presses the green button. "I'll be right back," she tells him before walking into the beautiful hotel room. Her smile instantly vanished as she placed the phone to her ear and once she was out of sight of Kendrick, she spoke, "What's up, KP?"

               "Aye, you sure that's the combination?"

               Mona furrowed her eyebrows as she nods her head. "Yeah, it's his birthday," she tells him as she looked out the window to make sure he wasn't coming in with her.

               "Well, happy fucking birthday to him. We need that combination."

               "No, idiot," Mona says, rolling her eyes at her friend. "The combination is his birthday."

               "Make sure you don't got the numbers mixed up or some shit."

               Mona thought for a few seconds before she told the man on the phone to hold on. She sat the phone down on the bed before she stuck her head out the glass door, "Kendrick," she calls out and the man looks back at her over his shoulder. "When is your birthday again?" He furrowed his eyebrows at the random question. Mona walked a bit closer as she whispered, "Don't tell her I told you cause it's obviously supposed to be a surprise but my mom plans on getting you something real special for your birthday."

              "June seventeenth."

              Mona gave a tight lipped smile, "Thanks," she walks back into the hotel room and grabbed the phone, placing it to her ear again, hearing the man talk to someone else, "KP," she said and he instantly stopped talking and gave his friend all of his attention. "It's June 17, 1987."