I blame yugirl for making Takahiro too adorable and precious and now I made this so there ya go.
Carly looked up from her laptop as she heard the front door slam open, the sound of hurried footsteps running up the stairs, and the loud thwump of a body landing on a bed.
“Is that you, Takahiro? You’re 16; you know better than to run in the house.”
“I don’t understand face-buried-in-pillow speak,” Carly responded blithely, looking back down at her laptop. She smiled to herself as she heard his heavy footsteps tromping down the stairs, and with a long-suffering sigh, her oldest dropped onto the couch next to her.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“How did you deal with all the paparazzi? Like when you and Dad got married, or even when you started dating?”
“Takahiro, I was a paparazzi. I know all the tricks. However, it helped that your Dad wasn’t exactly shying away from them. In fact, after he proposed, he was practically dragging me to the cameras to show off the ring.”
“Yeah, sounds like Dad,” Takahiro sighed.
Carly looked up from her laptop and glanced at her son. He had his knees drawn up to his chin and his mouth was drawn up in a pout that he’d had ever since he was two. Carly stifled a giggle. For all that he looked exactly like his father, it was so hard to imagine Jack ever lookin so miserable.
“They don’t even want to know about me,” Takahiro said suddenly, his frown deepening. “They’re always asking about Dad, or Risa, or even Rikiya. ‘What kind of father is Jack Atlas? Does Risa have someone she likes?’ Stupid stuff like that. It just always seems so pointless, like...who even cares?”
“You’d be surprised,” Carly answered. “That’s why the job exists. There’s always someone out there who wants to know those useless things.”
“Yeah...I just...Maybe it wouldn’t be as annoying if they actually asked about me for once!”
“It’s hard not being the famous one, isn’t it?”
“I used to get tired of it, too. Everybody wanted to know about Jack, what he was like, what kinds of things he bought me. Just pointless stuff. But you have to understand, Takahiro, the people with the cameras and the microphones...they’re just doing their jobs, trying to make their way in the world like everybody else. It’s hard for them too, trust me on that.”
Takahiro sighed again, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. “I get it, Mom. I just wish they’d leave me alone sometimes.”
Carly smiled fondly. “You could always try a disguise, you know.”
“A disguise? Mom, that only works in movies.”
“You wanna bet? Ask your Dad about the time I smuggled him out of the hospital to go to an amusement park.”
Takahiro stared at her, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape.
“I did too. I think he still has the hat somewhere. You should wear it; cover up that signature Atlas hair of yours. It’s like a homing beacon.”
“A hat?! Mom, that would never work!”
“It did work! Call it dumb all you want, you know it’s actually genius!”
“It’s not genius, it’s not going to work!”
“Sit right there, young man. I’m going to prove you wrong.”
Takahiro rolled his eyes as his mother leapt off the couch and raced up the stairs.
“Don’t run in the house, Mom,” he muttered, his mouth stretching open in a yawn.
“I heard that, Takahiro Atlas!” she called down, slightly muffled as if she were standing in a closet.
Moments later, she came back down the stairs, a baggy black cap in her hands.
“I told you he still had it!” Carly grinned widely, holding the hat out to him. “Try wearing this on your way to school tomorrow. If you still get followed by paparazzi, you don’t have to do chores for a month.”
“And if this...thing actually works?”
“You’re using your next allowance to take me out to lunch,” she replied with a wink. Takahiro glared at the hat as she handed it to him, but a small smirk still crossed his face.
“I told you it would work. There’s a new pizzeria that just opened up down the street; I think that will do quite nicely!”