I can't believe there's no other Packed to the Rafters fanfics on here! How I imagined Rachel and Jake being- even though I do like the way Channel 7 are playing it out at the moment. Read and review, please!
Rachel Rafter opened her old bedroom door, her suitcase behind her. It wasn't how she expected her life to be, at twenty three years of age.
Her bedroom was the same way she left it five years ago, when she left for uni. The huge R her grandmother, Louise, had painted above the bed was still there- it was painted when Rachel was ten.
The only thing that had changed in the house she grew up in was the photos. Updated snaps of herself, her two brothers, their parents and their maternal grandparents covered the house.
"Well, well, well", Ben Rafter drawled from behind his older sister. "Look whose come crawling back. Living back at home. With Mum and Dad".
"You don't understand, Ben", she said, glaring at him.
No one understood. Her abuse, drug and alcohol addicted boyfriend... all she needed was time. Times for the alcohol to wear off, the bruises to fade, to try and forget the sex tape, and the scars to heal.
"You know, if you ever want to talk..." Ben trailed off, seeing the wreck that was his sister.
It was obvious that Ben and Rachel were the closer of the three Rafter siblings. They always had been, and probably always will be. Nathan was the youngest and the most babied, from their mother, Julie.
"I'm good". Rachel forced out a smile, and unzipped the suitcase.
"You'd rather talk to Jake", Julie Rafter said from the doorway.
"Mum!" Rachel said.
Jake Barton and Rachel had been best friends since they were less than six months old. Their mothers had met at the doctor, and had been good friends ever since.
"It's true, but", Ben said.
"Shut up and get out!"
Rachel tried to hold back a laugh.
Julie retreated out, her hand on her middle son's shoulder. "Let's go, Ben".
"Bye, Mum. See ya, Benny-boy".
They closed the door, and Rachel turned back to putting the clothes into her old wardrobe.
"Knock knock!" Jake said, hammering on her door.
"It's open!" she said.
Jake swung open the door, and wrapped his arms around his best friend. "Rach..."
"It's okay", she said, hugging him back.
He let go of her, and examined her face. "No you're not! One eye is black, the other is bloodshot, and you've got scars all up your arms".
"I thought we established that".
He hugged her again. "You've come home?"
"Mum and Dad are cool with it. Ben's gone, and Sammy and Nathan are living in the city, so it's not like they're short on room".
He nodded. "You know, you could have come to our place. There's heaps of room".
"Nah, it's okay with Mum and Dad".
Jake grinned at her. "You'll be right, Rach. I know it".
She hugged him again.
