I got Rhythm (Nat)

[Oscar Delancey]

I got rhythm!
In my feet!
I got rhythm in my heart and soul!
I got rhythm
Hot and sweet
Sometimes rhythm makes me loose control!
Hotcha! Cha! CHOW!!

Oscar danced down the street, humming the rhythm. He didn't really even know the rhythm, he'd just heard that song before and it had popped into his head suddenly. Plus, he was in a good mood. Selling had been okay today. And on top of that, the newsies were in foul moods, which meant they were easy to pick on. It had been a good day, and Oscar just felt like singing. He did a little jig and continued to skip down the street. Morris scowled at him.

"Lighten up, Morris. Just because you lost count today.... again...doesn't mean you can be in a bad mood." Morris rolled his eyes and continued on, ignoring Oscar. Oscar stuck his tongue out childishly and continued to skip down the street toward Brooklyn. That is where they lived, Brooklyn. Well, sort of. It was still in Manhattan, but was just on the border of Brooklyn and Manhattan.

Oscar hoped his sister, Natalia, was home. She always brightened his mood. Morris was like a piece of dirt on a clean shirt. Or maybe a hair on a nice plate of food. Morris could ruin a perfectly good day with one word. Morris was the not the most fun to be around, to say the least. But Natalia, Nat, was Oscar's best friend. He was glad she was in his life, because without her Oscar would have no friends.

Unfortunately for all three of them, they were scabbers. They weren't highly favored among the newsies and really didn't have that many friends. Oscar didn't know about Natalia, but she was the one person he felt he could talk to. They recently found out that she was their half sister, but it didn't matter to Oscar. Morris was a little sour about it, but Morris just ate to many lemons. That was his problem.

They arrived at their apartment and Oscar barged in. "Nat! NATALIA! Nat! G-NAT!" Oscar purposely pronounced the silent G, making Morris roll his eyes.

[Oscar Delancey]

"What?"

Oscar made a face at her. Just leave it to Nat to put a damper on his good mood. Sometimes she was in a good mood, and sometimes not. She was a girl, what did you expect? And besides that, she'd just found out that her mother had cheated on her father. That must have been hard to hear and hard to bear. But Oscar was still upset that she wasn't in a good mood. It wasn't any fun to be in a good mood when everyone around you was in a bad mood. "Well, I was gonna ask ya how your day was..." He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight, looking somewhat feminine in his posture. "But if you're gonna to be in a bad mood then I don't wanna..." Oscar waved her off, looking more gay every second. Of course, he knew this. He was doing this to cheer her up.

Nat was the one person that made him happy, although he would never admit it. They got along pretty well, with your occasional fights and disputes. They relied on each other. Without parents and living on their own, they had to help each other. And Morris was no help at all.

[Oscar Delancey]

"I'm not in a bad mood. You interrupted my reading, and I was in the middle of a very good book."

Oscar scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, you would pick a good book over your own brother?!" That wasn't exactly true. Oscar wasn't her brother, half brother. It was complicated, but basically they had the same mother, but different father. No one knew this except Oscar, Morris, and their mother of course. Oscar and his mother were very close. She told him everything and vise versa. He knew about her affair with another man. Oscar never told anyone.... except Morris. Morris hated Nat for that and his mother, but Oscar loved both of them all the more. He never really liked his father anyway. When he died, Oscar felt no remorse. But when his mother died, he died. Her died that day, along with his siblings. They all handled it in their own way, but Oscar handled it strangely. He was the dumb, happy-go-lucky, trouble maker brother. But he really was hurting inside.

"Morris how was your day?"

Oscar glanced over at Morris. He jumped and looked around like someone was after him. Nat tried to hold in her laughter, but Oscar didn't even attempt to. He burst out laughing, clenching his side because he was laughing so hard. Morris had this stupid look on his face... Oh wait, that was his face. But he looked like he was a dear caught in the middle of a field, surrounded by hunters. Oscar calmed himself, snickering all the while. "Obviously not very good..."

"It was okay. And you?"

Oscar shrugged and pulled off his hat. "The normal," he said as he removed his boots and other unnecessary clothing. Once this was accomplished, he slumped into the seat closet to him. His eyes scanned their meek little abode. It was probably the cheapest thing they could find. It wasn't very nice, but it was cheap and that is all they cared about.