A/N: Welcome, loves, to my second fanfiction and my first OSR fanfiction! I'm a huge shipper of StanMolly right now, so you'll have to put up with this story until my plot bunny goes away. For now, this is dedicated to all you who know me from the obanstarracers . com forum. I'm Jubilee there, and you should see me on the characters section, the OSR games section, or the Alwas Cycle section. :)

Disclaimer:I don't own Oban Star Racers or any related characters, I swear! They belong to Savin Yeatman-Eiffel and Thomas Romain.

Regular POV

The news came suddenly to Koji and Jordan. After the repairs had been made on the Whizzing Arrow, guns had been cleaned, pilots had been lectured, and things checked and double-checked, with a day left until their next race...

"Those kids are bored as hell, Don," Rick Thunderbolt commented as he sat in the office of his former manager. He had just passed the living room of their team pit on Alwas, and the four of them were slumped around on random pieces of furniture. "Give 'em something to do--errands to run, games to play, something. I can't stand boredom." Don Wei huffed.

"Rick, Stan and Koji are adults now--they should be fine going off drinking somewhere. As for Molly and Jordan, there's always those annoying dancing games from the early 20's. Teenagers are in to things like that nowadays, right?" Rick shook his head.

"Don, Stan and Koji are nineteen. That sorta rules out the drinking idea. And as for Molly and Jordan, we sorta brought nothing of that nature?" Rick was getting fed up with Don's arrogance and obvious non-caring attitude. After a minute of silence, they heard voices in the other room. "Never mind then, Don. Looks like they found something."

In the living room...

Molly groaned. "We've been sitting here for an hour, you guys. There's gotta be something we can do!" She was sitting on a recliner, but not really sitting--more like laying across it. Her head was tilted back so it was aimed at Stan; her forehead slightly flushed.

"Molly, your face is red. You gettin' a fever?" Stan asked, concerned. Koji perked up.

Stan... concerned? For Molly? This is strange... he thought. Stan was never concerned. Well, she is the pilot. Without a pilot, we're screwed. That must be it. Right? Jordan was thinking the same thing.

Molly shook her head and laughed wobbily as her eyes spun in her head. "Naw," she replied as she sat up and turned to face the mechanic. The color drained from her face. "Headrush. See?"

Stan's POV

As Molly's face regained its normal color, I silently released the breath I had been holding. I was so relieved. If Molly got sick again, I'd blame myself. I remember a few days ago, when she came downstairs to help Koji and I work on the Arrow.

"Choo! Ah, crap." I looked up from the reactor I was working on and towards Molly. Her face was red. My forehead scrunched in concern, but I straightened up before she noticed. I was Stan, the laidback mechanic of her ship. I was Stan, the always-grinning one. I was Stan, the one who never worried. When it came to Molly, though, I couldn't help it. I felt like a hentai, that Japanese word for perv that Koji was always using back on Earth. I was four years older than her, and yet something about her just got to me. She was cute--not cute, adorable--and arrogant, like she was on PMS all the time. I loved her. She noticed me staring and blushed, which had me thinking, Cute--wait, Stan, no! You perv! She sighed. "Maybe I'm coming down with something. It might have just been me, but the Arrow seemed kinda cold this morning. Maybe I got a fever...?"

I quickly looked down at the AC tanks resting in front of me. They looked strangely empty, and--"Crap, Molly! Geez, I'm sorry! I turned on the air conditioner this morning to check it before the race and totally forgot to turn it off!" She looked at me quizzically, then blushed and stood up.

"That explains it, then. Hmph. I'll forgive you this time, but next race you better not be so careless." She grinned and winked at me as she walked up the steps, flashing me a peace sign--that was the way she waved hello and goodbye. I asked her about it once. "I'm too gorgeous to wave normally," she answered, laughing. This time, I agreed.

I felt my face grow hot. She was staring at me. "I got somethin' on my face?" I asked. Her eyes widened.

"As a matter of fact, you do." She reached over and plucked a grain of rice from the sideburn on my left cheek. "That's been buggin' me all day! Geez, be more careful with your food, Captain Shirtless.1" My face grew hotter. If I wasn't so dark, I would've been worried that someone would see me blushing. I turned my head just in time to see Koji give Jordan a look that could only be described as 'knowing', and Jordan roll his eyes.

"You guys, stop bein' stupid," I muttered to Koji. Molly stood up and stretched.

"Since you seem to be keeping secrets from me, I'll go to my room and find something to do there. See ya!" She walked down the hall and I heard the door to her room close. Then Koji and Jordan began to laugh hysterically. I glared and stood up.

"What? What is it? Why are you laughing?" Koji sighed and Jordan wiped a tear from his eye.

"It's obvious," came a deep voice from the door. I looked up and saw Rick. "You're in love with her, you perv."

A/N: Voila! First chapter done :) Hope you like, and I know this is crappy and dreadfully short, but like Hannah Montana says, "Nobody's perfect."

1 You might not get the Captain Shirtless thing becuase it's an inside joke on the obanstarracers . com forums, but nicknames shall be used in this fic, so deal with it XD It's Stan's nickname.