(A/N): So, this is the 3rd and final part of my Miley Cyrus Trilogy. To Mend A Broken Heart is the sequal to Two Years Gone which is the seqal to Meet Miley Cyrus. If you haven't read those two stories, you will be pretty darn lost in this story. I posted it about 4 months ago and then decided to take it off. Now I'm reposting them. The more reviews/views of this story, the quicker I'll put up the rest of the chapters, so tell your friends and leave some reviews. Hope you enjoy reading this story and thank you for doing so. Well, here it goes... (sorry for the long intro)

Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Miley Cyrus or any other non-fictional characters in this story. Any events similar to any of the these people's lives are coincidental and unintentional.

To Mend A Broken Heart

Chapter 1: Sick of Sorrow (S.O.S.)

That night, the night of my engagement is when it started, when the second guessing began. The best night of my life, never ended due to the fact that I couldn't sleep. Totally stunned, worried, in love, so many confusing emotions that made no sense together. I would have loved to sleep but I instead crawled out of my bed and went to a photo album hidden underneath my bed. I read the title to myself, 'The Summer Before 10th Grade.", the best summer of my life to that date. I flipped open the first page revealing a picture of Leslie and me spinning on a tire swing having the best time. I remember this day perfectly, the best day of that summer, not because Leslie was there, but because Justin was. I remembered how much I liked him, how he was the only guy that tried to get to know me, I thought we would always be friends, until that day, the day he asked me out. That was the moment my memory rewound to that day, almost 3 years ago.

"Miley, can I talk to you?" Justin asked me.

"Yeah Just, whatever you want." I said, walking over to him.

"I wanted to ask you something?"

"Ok, go ahead." I said, a smile forming across my 15 year old face.

"I know that we've been friends for a really long time, but I don't think we can be friends anymore."

"What are you talking about? Of course we can. What's wrong?"

"Well, you have to like your friends and…"

"Just, what are you saying?"

"We can't be friends anymore because I don't like you, I love you."

"What?" I said stuttering.

"Miley, would you be my girlfriend?"

"Are you serious Justin?"

"You don't like me that way do you? I knew I was reading you wrong."

"No, that's not it. Of course I'll be your girlfriend."

"Wow…I wasn't expecting that."

"I've liked you for a long time, but I didn't know…"

"Well, now you do Miles. Can I call you that?"

"I like it. Of course you can." I said, leaning up slightly, giving him a light kiss.

"So, that means we're together, right?"

"Yes, Justin, it does."

That day soon became the best day of the summer; I flipped to the next page, the next picture: Taylor, Les's brother, lifting me over his head spinning me around. I remembered when Tay treated me like that. He was like my big brother but something changed the night I told him, the night Justin came into my life.

"Miley, why are you smiling so big?" Taylor asked me with a plastered smile that hadn't left since Justin and I became a couple.

"Today was the best day of my life Tay."

"What happened, tell your bro."

"Justin and I are…together."

"Like a couple?"

"Yeah." I said, still starry eyed.

"Justin….Justin Campbell?"

"Yes…Les and I have only been friends with him for 2 years. What other Justin would I be talking about?"

"Miley…I don't like this idea."

"How so?"

"He's bad news, you can't. I won't let you."

"What? How can you tell me that? I like him."

"You're going to get hurt Miley. He's a jerk."

"No he's not." tears now forming in my eyes.

"Whatever Miley, make your own choices; but when he breaks your heart, please don't come crying to me."

"Fine!" I said, storming out the door.

I never realized how right he was until looking at that picture, I missed Taylor, not that I didn't talk to him, but after that day everything was different; I never trusted him the same way. I flipped to the next page wanting that day forever erased from my memory. There was a picture of Justin and me smiling into the lens of Leslie's camera. I remembered that picture and that's when it finally clicked. It's a picture; pictures can be so fake, so unreal. I remember that day; we were at a baseball game and Justin and I were having the biggest fight we had ever had and that was the first day he ever called me a name, 'slut', I should have broken up with him then, that word forever engraved inside of my memory, tore my heart in two. All I did was hug one of my other guy friends, and all of a sudden I'm cheating on him. It was a simple miscommunication but I remember it had just happened, he had just said the word that caused so much pain to my heart when I heard 'Justin, Miley turn around for a picture!' That's when Justin grabbed my waist and both of our heads turned for a picture and smiled. Now looking at it, it seemed perfect; we seemed perfect, but that's because pictures show you want you want to see, are supposed to only be of happy times; can't show that you're hurt, afraid, scarred, ruined. How many of the pictures in the album were of bad times, times not supposed to be shown in a photograph, but were captured anyway? How many false moments had I lived, were forever shown in ink? Looking at the picture, it seemed flawless when really I was full of sorrow and had no wish to be in that picture with my boyfriend at that time, but I was tired of thinking of Justin. I was sick of sorrow and in desperate need of a S.O.S.