Featherweight returned home that night alone. Heavyweight had soccer practice, and probably wouldn't be home till late that night. This pleased Featherweight, mostly because he didn't want his annoying brother to know what happened. In fact, Featherweight was so happy about all of the day's events that he practically skipped home. Heck, he'd have flown home if he were strong enough.
Once he arrived at his house next to Sugar Cube Corner, Featherweight found his mother vacuuming the living room. He approached her, planning on how he should ask the question. Hey Mom, you're totally cool with me spending some time with a filly, right?, or maybe, Mom, you look nice today! Hey, your cookie trick worked, can I go over to her house?. Again, Featherweight just decided to keep it simple.
"Hey Mom!" the colt greeted.
"Hello, Featherweight," replied Mom.
"I, uh, I just wanted to thank you. Y'know, for the cookie."
Mom turned off the vacuum and walked over to her son. "It was no problem at all dear! Did she like it?"
Featherweight smiled. "She loved it!"
Mom smiled back. "Well, that's good!"
"Mom, can I ask you something?" Featherweight started.
"Sure sweetie! Anything!" Mom answered, still smiling.
Featherweight hesitated a bit before he asked the question. "Can I... uh... go-"
"You want to go over to her house, don't you?" Mom finished with sincereness.
Featherweight was glad his mother understood. "Yeah, can I? She said she'd have her mom call you if it's okay with them." Featherweight face-hoofed at a sudden realization. "Oh my Celestia! She doesn't have our number! How could I be so stupid?"
"Now, now, you're not stupid," reassured Mom. "I believe I know her mother, if I am correct. Is she by any chance the daughter of that family that owns that holiday store a couple blocks away?"
"Uh, I think so." Featherweight had never seen her house before, but he figured that was correct, considering Twist's cutie mark was two candy canes, and she usually went all-out during the holidays.
"Ah, yes, I remember Kris Kringle and Pumpkin Pie from as far back as my high school days, and they did have a daughter whose name I had forgotten until now. I also remember bumping into them both at Sugarcube Corner about a month ago. So yes, she has our number."
Featherweight beamed at his pure dumb luck. "So that's a yes?"
"If her mother agrees, yes."
Featherweight jumped and cheered in excitement. He was going to see Twist tonight! Oh, but what would they do? Would they play, and if so, what? Would they talk, and again, about what? Featherweight had spent time with other colts, mainly Snips and Snails, but never a filly! He felt as though he again was going where nopony's ever gone before.
Featherweight didn't know what to do to pass the time while he waited to see if the phone would ring, so he went upstairs to his room and played with his GI Jeffs. He wasn't really into the play this time, though. How could he be when his crush's mom could call any second and invite him over? For now, though, Featherweight would have to pass the time by deciding whether or not to send Admiral Snips into battle with his tummy ache...
Twist walked home at her normal pace. She tried her best to hide her overflow of joy, but nonetheless she occasionally skipped a step or two. She arrived home at around 3:30, her usual time. She opened her door to find both of her parents working in the shop. She walked over to her mother, who was taking stock of the store's snow globes for the upcoming Hearth's Warming Day (which also happened to be Twist's favorite holiday).
"Hey, Mom!" Twist greeted with a big grin on her face.
"Oh, hey Twist, sweetie," her mom replied back, still too busy taking stock to look at her daughter.
Twist stood there in silence, waiting for her mother to ask her how her day was. When she didn't, Twist decided she'd have to start the conversation. "So, you remember how I told you how I got that picture?"
Twist's mother put down the clipboard she was holding and put her hoof to her chin. "Hmm, you said it was a friend who made it, right?"
"Well, I guess he's my friend." Twist answered, looking to the ceiling with assumption.
Twist's mother gaped a bit at what her daughter had said. "He? Oh my Celestia, you have a crush! What's his name?" her mother said with glee.
"I do not!" Twist defended embarrassingly.
"Kris, our little daughter is having her first crush!" Twist's mother called to her father, who was stacking nut crackers on a top shelf.
"What? Already?" replied Twist's father, nearly dropping a green figurine soldier.
"I am not!" Twist defended again, sounding unamused.
"Ooh, why don't you invite him over?" her mother offered.
Twist was glad she didn't have to ask the question. "Well, actually, I already told him I'd ask you if he could come here today."
Twist's mother beamed at what her daughter told her. "That sounds great! What time?"
"I don't know. I told him you'd call..." Twist trailed off. "Crud! I didn't get his number!"
"It's alright! I could look it up. Now, what's his name again?" her father offered.
"Featherweight," answered Twist.
Her parents looked to each other. "Featherweight? As in, the son of Bench and Lightweight?" asked her mother.
"I guess..." Twist answered, not knowing Featherweight's parents' names.
"Ooo, our daughter has a crush on our friends from high school's son!" exclaimed her mother with more glee.
"I do not!" Twist defended again. Neither of her parents heard her, though, for they were both eagerly walking to the kitchen to call up their old friends who they've barely talked to for over fifteen years.
The phone rang at Featherweight's house, making him jump for joy down the stairs. He went to the kitchen to see his mother talking to somepony on the wall phone. She was talking as though she knew the other pony from way back, using friendly lingo and words of approval. Featherweight watched from his end of the conversation for about five long minutes before his mother said her adieus and hung up. Featherweight rushed over to his mother with a grin on his face, eager for the answer.
"It's a yes," answered his mother to the unspoken question. "I'll drop you off at four thirty."
Featherweight cheered and ran upstairs to gather some toys they could play with (he did not want to end up playing with My Little Human toys!). Once he packed up all his favorite GI Jeff and Wonderbolt figures in his backpack, he went downstairs and checked the time. Ten minutes and he'd be on his way to Twist's, spending time with his first ever mutual crush.