Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. - Oprah Winfrey
Summer was over and Tempe didn’t quite know what Fall was going to bring in. Tanner was working his ass off, and Tempe felt like she had rarely seen him over the summer. Plus, he was looking at his phone – giggling like a schoolgirl. If he was staying out of trouble, that’s all that mattered.
A yawn escaped her as she sat in her rocking chair on the freshly finished front deck extension. The crisp air was welcomed and Tempe was enjoying the caramel coffee, waiting for her freshly made quiche to cool down. As she was about to dig in, she saw her cousin Elliot walk up to her. He looked angry, as always, but she smiled at him.
“Good morning, Elliot. If you’re looking to kidnap Tanner, he’s off walking a pack of ten this AM. I got a broccoli cheddar and bacon quiche here, with a fresh pot of coffee.” Elliot seemed to be appearing more at the secondary Scott home. Not that she had a problem with it, but he did appear giddier.
It had only been thirty minutes into work before Elliot Scott walked out, his patience had been worn down to a a tiny straw and he was the camel. His parents could also tell, and told him to take off, before anything happened. There was only so much time in the day where the man could spent staring at off white paint chips, trying to explain all the differences, while the customer just kept on circling back to the same one before asking about another one. Elliot just wanted to ring their neck and tell them to take the stupid eggshell one that they so clearly wanted.
But that was avoided, and he was stomping down the road to his cousin's house, figuring if she would not be a sympathetic ear, she would at least be able to give him some coffee while he cooled down. Tempe also, finally, mastered some very delicious breakfast food that Elliot was hoping to steal, if not freely given. And as fate would have it, blue eyes spotted her sitting on the front porch of her house and from what he could see, she had both plate in her hands as well as a cup of coffee. He ventured on up the stairs as Tempe greeted him.
"I'm not here for Tanner," he replied, "I think since he's made a friend who is a girl, he's had less need for me." Elliot was also pretty certain that half of the time they hung out, it was because his mother, Phoebe - Tanner's grandmother, apparently did not seem to believe that a twenty year old boy could manage survival skills while his mother was out working or on a date, "I will, however, take quiche and black coffee. Should I show myself to the kitchen or just swipe it from your plate?" The man, quite frankly, was willing to do either given how delicious that quiche looked.
I Don't Need Anything That Fancy. Just T-Shirt And Jeans.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. - Oprah Winfrey
“Oh yes, I believe it is Eva. Granted, my son has been getting a lot of female attention lately. As long as none of them start talking about marriage or kids,” she joked. Some people could say Tempe had no right to tell Tanner to not have kids, but she didn’t want him to have a child in the way she did. Either with him being the victim or the villain.
She graciously handed him her plate of untouched quice. “No, no – you sit. I’ll grab myself a plate and you a cup.” Tempe didn’t allow Elliot any time to refuse. It didn’t take long for her to come back out with a slice for herself and her largest mug filled with black.
Tempe sat back down, tucking her feet in, something she always found comfortable doing. It wasn’t the best thing for her posture, but she was allowed some kind of comfort. “If not for Tanner...I’m guessing a terrible customer?” she prodded, breaking a piece of quiche off. Tempe knew that feeling all too well. Mainly from men who told her that they knew more than she did. But who was often sent out to help them with their botched fence job?
A snort of laughter couldn't help but to escape Elliot, "Ah Tanner. Such a lady killer." Granted, that boy was so nice and thoughtful, the man wondered if the attention went over his nephew's head. Not that it mattered, it wasn't exactly his problem nor did Tempe seem too worried, "Ah well, Tanner's smart. I'm sure if anyone was asking for him to sire their future children, he'd head for the hills." While he knew that his cousin was joking on that front, Elliot felt like there was a kernel of worry behind it.
He might had offered some other words of 'Elliot Scott wisdom' if it weren't for the fact that the woman was already gracefully handing him the plate of her untouched food, and disappearing before he could protest. A frown rested on his lips as he was, figuratively, left behind in the dust. Sighing, knowing defeat, Elliot soon settled into the porch chair and went to work - the quiche disappeared by the time she returned with his coffee.
Gently, large hands took the mug of hot coffee from her. The scent of a hot, fresh brew already hitting him like a sweet siren. Elliot brought it to his nose, heaving in as Tempe settled into her chair and took a sip. Happily, he lounged back now, settling in himself before Tempe began her inquiry. Elliot felt like a sigh coming on, but he managed to keep it at bay, "Yeah. Something about not understanding how a stud finder works. People are dumb. I don't get how you do it. I'm not built for customer service." He took another sip now, blue eyes staring out onto her street, "I think...Dad wanting me to take over the shop is getting to me. Dropping hints all the the time." His gaze looked to her now, seriously, "Think you would ever consider running it?"
I Don't Need Anything That Fancy. Just T-Shirt And Jeans.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. - Oprah Winfrey
A small laugh escaped Tempe. It was true that the people didn’t know how things worked. But it didn’t make Tempe rage like it did for Elliot. She wondered what made him stick around for so long. Other than his dad, of course. He was a good worker, but almost everyone knew that it wasn’t fulfilling for him.
“And why haven’t you told him no? I mean, you already know that you don’t want it, right?” she asked. Maybe It was because Tempe didn’t have that father-and-child blood relationship that Will and Elliot had. Something about lineage. While Will was a somewhat old-fashioned person, she didn’t think he would force Elliot to take over.
“Yeah, I would. But I also know if I do, I don’t know if I would be able to build as much as I’d like. And I do enjoy building and going out.”
Leave it to his cousin to point out that Elliot was simply pussyfooting around the matter: why don't you tell him? It seemed like such a simple task, and maybe it was, but Elliot was making it more complicated than it needed to be. Life was funny like that. He could simplify just about anything and everything except when it came to his parents, then somehow, it became messy and the man forgot how to make things simple. A sigh escaped him, "I'm the only child and I feel like I'm killing their dream." How many times had he heard over the years that the store was for him, being left for him, yadda yadda yadda. Elliot couldn't imagine running the store, he could barely stand the clientele, "Maybe I'm over thinking it though."
He supposed he wasn't surprised by Tempe's answer, it was the exact reason why Elliot had been caring less and less sitting behind that counter waiting to ring people up or stack shelves out in the open where anybody could bother him. Elliot mulled it over silently, taking a sip of his coffee now before concluding out loud, "I can't blame you for having those thoughts. I have them too." Guess the hardware store issue would be saved for another day. He switched topics though, as bluntly as ever, "I take it though that building and being outside isn't the only thing that has been making you happy as of late."
I Don't Need Anything That Fancy. Just T-Shirt And Jeans.
thanks aofie!
Thirty Three . Barn Designer. Sales Associate - Scott's Hardware. LGBTQ+ . Single
