How Old Is Oscar In On My Block Novels & Stories

Oscar taunted her in a sing-song voice that looked more like a five-year-old's than a respected doctor's. "I swear to God, I'll get you," Catherine growls, taking a threatening step forward. I did some silent math: two people approaching thirty with a combined mental age of about five. Perfect. "That's enough," I say firmly, physically getting between them." Catherine, why don't you help me greet my guests? Oscar, the bar needs your expert opinion on whiskey." Having temporarily separated these two warring parties, Catherine pulls me aside, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“If I answer her what she wants, maybe she can tell me how to get to The Gold Star.” “How old are you?” Oliver almost spits out his soup at the sudden question. Maybe it seemed a simple answer, but time in that place was so strange that he never quite knew how long it had been... But despite that, Oliver knew. Mr. Craig made sure to remind him how long his mother had been dead. “Sixteen.” The young woman looked surprised. She swore he was younger than her, but they were the same age. “Where do you live?” He took longer to answer the second question; he really didn't know how to answer it. Underground? In a cell?

She said before leaning a little closer to me and confidently stated, "Oliver is only two years older than Christopher." I was taken aback by her statement and responded with a hint of disbelief in my voice, "Wait, Oliver is just two years older than Christopher? Are you sure?" Sandy nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Absolutely," she affirmed. "And since Christopher is 19, that means Oliver is 21." My shock grew as I processed this information. "Wow, I thought Oliver was around 23. He just seems so mature and well put-together for his age."

Oscar, unfortunately, died in the same drive-by shooting that killed Micah’s uncle, a useless gang-related incident that had nothing to do with any of the people who were injured or murdered that day. “Losing my Oscar broke me up inside,” she admits sadly, “But that boy needed a mama just as much as I needed a son. I already loved him to pieces, so it only made sense that I take him in. I wasn’t able to keep him out of trouble entirely,” her lips twist ruefully, “so often our boys get mixed up with the wrong kind of trouble. But I was there the day they let him out of jail, and I’ve been there for all of his other important moments too.”

Age is just a number anyway. “You are 8 years apart.” Aunt Rose says, making Theo gape. “You are not of age? How are you not of.. But you seem so.. But the bond..” “I’m 28, dimwit.” Tara dryly replies to her panicked man, who immediately calms down. “I should have guessed that. Fuck I panicked. Sorry.. Why would that bother anyone?” He asks, his eyes locking with Rose’s, who squirms uncomfortably.

After the sacred ceremony was over and it was time for the meal, Oscar's mother approached me with a cute little boy, probably 6 years old. "Chris..." "Hi, Auntie, how are you?" "I'm fine, and I wanted to ask you, where are you hiding her?" she asked. I didn't tell her because she was very close to my Aunt Alma. She might have told my aunt. "She's far away from your son, don't worry. Isn't your son already happy with having three daughters with him?" I said. "And one handsome son," she said, showing off the little boy she was holding. Which other woman's child did he have?

Sofia stated. “Will look into it in near future” Oscar replied as they were in the middle of track which was a challenge in itself. It was a narrow track between pines which make it beautiful. Oscar sat on the lush green grass and Sofia laid down in his lap. “Don’t you think you are heavy enough” Oscar was teasing Sofia. “58 kg for a 5’9” is not a weight, I have perfect body, actually you are losing your muscles and power with age so don’t blame me” Sofia replied equally and laughed.

Fuck, why couldn't I ever get that man out of my head? “Thank you, Oscar. You are the best,” I said, taking a sip of the mocha and sighing blissfully. “This is perfect. A pump of sugar just the way I like it.” Just then, a middle-aged woman clad in a simple skirt and blouse walked up to us squinting. “Oscar!” She screeched, clasping her hands over her mouth. “Oh great heavens, it's really you. How many decades has it been?” A wide beam appeared on Oscar’s face as he stood up and pulled the woman into a hug, causing me to stare at the both of them in confusion.

"Yes, I recently shifted to Block 8. I have seen you most of the time." We first arranged the pieces together in their original place. "I haven't," I shrugged. "Oh, let me introduce myself to you then. Hi, I'm Olive" she sounded polite. "Nice to meet you Olive. I'm Alizeh" I smiled at her. "And I am Kiara. I am Ten years old" Kiara introduced herself too. "I'm sixteen," Olive said. I controlled hard to not let out a gasp. "It's fine. I am used to hearing the shocking reactions of people," she said casually.

Chance gave a low yell, but Oscar only chuckled and slowly pried his hands off him. “Is that how you welcome your agent and manager, God of Ice… or did you forget… our little friendship, huh?” Oscar scoffed as he followed Chance back to the living room. “I mean, it's been two years… we want you back, that's why I'm here… and no one saw me in case you're worried about the media,” Oscar said breathlessly while eating the food he called poison. Chance ignored him as he walked to the kitchen and took out some beers from the refrigerator. “Come on, Chance, this is enough… enough hiding,” Oscar said with a frown as the lights came on.