This is what my brothers and I are like- the five of us don't say it often, but the love is there. Read and review,
Rhyleigh xoxox
Brothers were funny things, Rachel Rafter mused. They could fight like cat and dog about everything- down to what topping they wanted on pizza- but yet it was the small things.
Only her brothers would kidnap her from her office on the last day of work in Australia.
Only her brothers would take her to the park where they had spent so much of their childhood.
Only her brothers would bicker bitterly the entire way to the aforementioned park, without letting her into the argument.
But she had found out that they were arguing about who she loved more.
She had always downloaded to Ben, the pair ganging up on Nathan and teasing him silly.
And yet she and Nathan were very alike, an array of dreams building within their heads.
It had been the three of them for years, and they had so many memories.
The times five year old Rachel had shoved dirt into one year old Nathan's face (and he ate it, Ben always exclaimed gleefully).
The time Ben had smacked Rachel over the head with a cricket bat, resulting in a lot of blood and a screaming teenager.
The time Rachel had pushed Nathan off the swing and he'd split his lip, resulting in even more blood and a squawking seven year old.
But then there had been the time where, after her relationship with Daniel ended, had sought comfort in Ben's arms.
The time where Nathan had fallen into Ben's arms after his divorce with Sammy was finalised.
And those times that they had slept on the floor of Rachel's purple bedroom in sleeping bags as children, when their babysitters were just too weird for them to handle.
It was those words unspoken that meant the most.
The silent 'I love you' as they hugged.
The mutual silence, as she shared time with her two favourite brothers.
The words weren't there, but they knew they were.