Where Your Tastebuds Fall In Love
Twist slowly opened up her eyes and let out a loud yawn. The muscles in her arms stretched out relaxingly, a few pops here and there as the bones woke up. Twist rubbed out all the "eye boogers" and blinked rapidly to readjust them to just waking up. Twist let out another small yawn, and reached out a hand to her side to find her purple glasses, smiling slightly when it finally laid upon them.
Slipping them into place, she pulled the covers off her body and got out of her bed. She went across the room to her giant closet and picked out her clothes for the day, a subtle beige sweater and blue jeans. She quickly brushed her teeth and combed her mane, which was silky and straight with a couple of curls. Twist smiled to herself in the mirror for a moment, thinking back in time. There were those bullies Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon. Strange how Diamond changed, not completely though, as she was a businessmare. And how she and Silverspoon ended up as friends.
Silverspoon's friendship was good for her business, and she had also earned a friend in Dinky. The filly left Ponyville years back because of her mother's promotion to royal mailmare and moved to Canterlot, which was a surprise to everypony. Dinky had almost mirrored Princess Twilight's life as a filly. She hatched a Rockodile, (no pun intended) not a dragon. Named it Pebble. Celestia knows that will not be how everypony thinks of it when it grows up.
She became Luna's protege later and earned her cutiemark. Suddenly, Twist's ears perked up to the sound of a bell jingling. Thinking it might be a robber, she quickly bolted down the stairs to the main floor, where her store was located. She almost tripped on her hoof as she rounded the corner, but sadly when she finally reached the bottom she tripped on box instead. . .Why had she put that there?"AAAAaaaAaHhHhh!!!!" The pony who had entered turned around and tried to move out of the way of the flying earth pony, but to no avail. Twist's muzzle smashed into the pony's gut, knocking the wind out of it, and both tumbled painfully onto the hardwood floor.
"Oww..." She made a muffled groan in pain on the pony's stomach. A finger tapped weakly onto her head, signaling her to get off. Twist slowly got her head off the pony's gut, her glasses crooked on the rim of her muzzle. A gasp came from the pony. Wondering why, Twist looked up to see the pony's face."Featherweight!?" "T-Twist!?"
The two looked at each other in surprise, years of never seeing each other since back in their youth in Ponyville's only schoolhouse. She noticed a pink blush creep its way onto his muzzle, still staring at him in confusion. Snapping back to reality, she realized she was still awkwardly on top of him and quickly removed herself from his waist.
"W-well what b-brings you here F-Featherweight?" Twist's awkwardness seemingly made the blush seemed to disappear a little from view, but still visible if you looked long enough. But then it came burning back."Uhh. . .Twist y-you might w-want to p-pull down your. . ." She looked at him as if he were crazy for a moment before realizing what he meant. Blushing furiously, she frantically pulled down her shirt, which had been revealing 'some parts'.
"What are you doing down here this early!? We haven't even opened up shop yet!" Twist gulped. It was her mother. Her grumpy in the morning mother."Featherweight, if you know what's good for you, leave before she tears you limb from limb" No need to tell him again, he rushed out the entrance leaving a light trail of dust behind him.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a paper flew onto Twist's face. Taking it off, she quickly scanned over it. Looks like I should return this to him. Maybe tomorrow though, he might come back today even, if he was here just now.
"Twist, you know I like to sleep in on Saturdays." Twist's mother grumbled from the store's cafe eating area."I know, I know." She stood over a delightful smelling pot cooking and bubbling on the stove. After mixing, stirring, and taste testing the soup was done. She picked up the pumpkin soup and (picking up a ladle)headed over to her mother."You made some pumpkin soup. Is it for me or the customers?" Twist giggled."It's for both of us mom!" Playfully punching her in the shoulder.
She pretended to be hurt and rubbed her shoulder as if it was wounded. They both shared a good laugh at this. Twist reached for two bowls from a nearby cabinet. Taking hold of her ladle, she poured them both the delicious orange-yellow liquid. After cleaning up both of their breakfast, Twist set up shop for the day and switched the sign around to OPEN.
Customers went in and out of the shop, buying different sweets located all over the shopping area. Some sat down to eat their chosen prizes, maybe with a partner, child, or friend. In other words, the store was alive and full of happy faces. Twist simply sat back while her mother worked the cash register, much to her annoyance though.
The shop continued on into the day with it's lovely atmosphere. The end of the day soon approached the daughter and mother much to their disappointment, so they retired for the night. Luna's moon slowly ascended into the night sky, blanketing Manehattan with it's silvery moonlight.
Twist put on her denim jacket, and left a note next to her blissfully sleeping mother. A calming, nice blast of fresh air made it's way over Twist. She inhaled the wonderful oxygen, slightly humid in the wonderful Summer night. Looking ahead of her, her thoughts drifted to Featherweight. Her hand absentmindedly making it's way towards her pants pocket, gently gripping the paper Featherweight had left behind.
Unfolding the paper, she found Featherweights address. I should return this to him. . .what could I use this for anyway? Quickly making sure she had the address burned into her brain, Twist hailed a taxi to Featherweight's home.
Author's Note
Brutality with honesty is always appreciated. 
Originally going to be a oneshot, but decided to go with a cliffhanger. . . .Even though I hate those in stories. And if you're wondering, Bon Bon is Twist's mother. I have headcanons too! 
