Strawberry shortcake; Clifford [au] SLOW UPDATES

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Warm morning breeze caressed Michael's face, begging him to open his heavy eyelids.

He turned, away trying to escape the reality of having to awake. After a few restless minutes, Michael gave in and sat up.

He slowly opened his eyes, hissing like a cat at the blinding light seeping in through the open window to his left.

Squinting until his eyes adjusted, Michael swung both of his bare legs over the side of his single bed. Michael slowly stood, his knees clicking at the sudden movement, wincing at the pain.

Michael shuffled out of his bedroom, bring the duvet part of the way.

The smell of frying bacon led him through the unfamiliar house until he blindly found the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetheart."

His mother chirped while she prepared a large plate of food for her teenage son. Michael merely grunted in response as he sat down at one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

"You'll be seeing Dr. Betrem this morning, so you'll need to hurry and get ready if you want to be on time." Michael's mother recited, she gave him the same speech every Sunday, morning, even now, after they'd moved to another country.

By now he was used to her constant nagging.

"Of course, Susan."

She turned to look at her son, scolding his words.

Michael simply smirked at her reaction, he loved to wind her up, and his mother especially hated it when he used her first name.

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After Michael had eaten and got dressed, he hopped into the passenger seat of his mothers worn down SUV, taping his foot impatiently. All he wanted was to get the whole situation over and done with, so he can crawl back into bed and sleep.

"Alright, Alright, there's no need to rush, we're running on time for once." Susan sated as she also jumped into the car.

The drive to the doctors office was short, a comfortable blanket of silence fell upon the pair as there were no interesting topic his mother wanted to gossip about, for once.

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"Mr Clifford?"

Michael rose to his feet as he heard his name being called.

"This way please." A large man with circular glasses and a bald head stated as he turned and walked into a small corridor.

Michael quickly followed behind, easily keeping up with the bald mans slow pace.

Michael was surprised that the fat man could even fit through the hall, let alone the door way.

"Dr. Betrem will be with you in a short moment." The bald man declared,

Michael read his name to be Peter off of the little shiny badge he was wearing.

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Michael shifted awkwardly as he sat on the plush leather couch, the only sound breaking the silence was the constant ticking of the plastic clock hanging on a nearby wall.

He wiped his clammy hands on his black jeans, praying that his new therapist was hot.

"Hello Michael." A strong feminine voice crashed his train of thought, the lifted the head and gazed into a pair of blue-grey eyes.

Michael studied the face of Dr. Betrem, her greying brown hair was pulled into a neat bun that sat on the top of her head, she had faint wrinkles laced over her pale skin. She looked like a strong woman who knew how to take control over a situation, and that scared him.

Michael mumbled a barely audible 'hello' in reply, his cocky attitude had quickly disappeared with the presence of Dr. Betrem.

"Now Michael," Dr. Betrem continued, taking a seat on the coach opposite him.

"I've spoken with your mother and know why you've moved here to Brooklyn. I have also been informed by your previous therapist on some of the topics the two of you have discussed. Now, if you don't mind telling me, but who is Layla Thompson?"

"Layla Thompson?" Michael repeated, surprised to hear her name after so long.

"Yes, I believe that's her name."

Michael mustered up all of the courage he could at that moment, took a deep breath and confidently said

"She was as sweet as strawberry shortcake."

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