Can't Do Better

Chapter 1

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A/N: First song Fic ever! Song is Marvin's Room(Can't Do better) By Jojo. I think I do a good job, and I hope you think so too. Leave feedback on what you think :)

Cindy sat on her bed, hugging her knees. The room was dimly lit, and the occasional headlight would sweep through the room. She hasn't slept in days, running off of energy drinks and pills. Her mind was only focused on one thing. Riley Freeman. Although the two weren't together anymore, she couldn't stop thinking about him. The way they use to get down when they were adolescences. They went from enemies to aquaintances to friends to business partners and then to lovers. The low-down apartment that she resides in, just brings back memories. Making out in one corner to sex on the bed, she currently sits on. Their break up was little over a year ago, and she's thinking about it. Why? It could be the fact that she's not in the right mentality at that very second, or maybe she truly misses Riley Freeman. She lets out a sigh, and picks up her telephone. She dials the number to Riley's cellphone.

I've been up three days

Adderall and Redbull

This call is a mistake

There's something strong in this water bottle

I hear you got a new chick

But that's a little Barbie doll

I feel so pathetic

But you still haven't heard it all

"Cindy? Is that you?" The sound of his voice sends shivers down her spine. She loved his voice, and at that point she was feening for it. She wanted him to touch her body like he use to. She missed his voice, his touch, his smell, and even his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude.

Fuck that new girl that you like so bad

She's not crazy like me, I bet you like that

I said fuck that new girl that's been in your bed

And when you're in her I know I'm in your head

I'm just saying you can do better

Always turned you out every time we were together

Once you had the best boy you can't do better

Baby I'm the best so you can't do better

"Cindy, Are you drunk right now?" He asked. She looks at the photo that's tacked onto the wall. It was the two of them, wrapped in each others arms. Their fingers were intertwining with each other. All the memories hit her like a huge boulder. When she was with him, she was a totally differen't person. She could let her guard down with him.

I ran into your homeboys

They're all fucking idiots

You're not even my boyfriend

But They're tripping because I'm in the club

Yeah that's right I'm dancing

And something cool is in my cup

I'ma send a sexy picture

To remind you what you've given up

"Cindy, Are you okay?" She takes a handful of pills, and shoves them into her mouth. She chugs the rest of the liquid. He actually cared about her, and she took it for granted. Was it her fault that they broke up? So many thoughts raced through the 23 year olds mind, as she had her ex on the other line. She loved him, and couldn't figure out how to move on.

Fuck that new girl that you like so bad

She's not crazy like me, I bet you like that

I said fuck that new girl that's been in your bed

And when you're in her I know I'm in your head

I mean, I'm just saying you can do better

Always turned you out every time we were together

Once you had the best boy, you can't do better

Baby I'm the best so you can't do better

"Cindy!" She lays on the bed, with not an ounce of life left in her. The phone dangles in her hand. Her half-naked body spreading across the full size bed. Her eyes staring at the picture on the wall. She took her last breath, as she hears her first love screaming her name. The dim light shuts off, and there's a dial tone on the phone.