The school bell rung, signaling the end to another hellish school day. Featherweight threw on his satchel bag and fast-trotted out the door. He was eager to get home, but not before hanging out with Twist and Dinky for a bit.
The three teenage ponies had made it a ritual to see each other after school for about half an hour, considering they only saw each other at lunch. This ritual had started freshman year, and they've now been doing it for about a year. They'd normally talk about their day so far, what was going on at home, and so on.
As Featherweight was going to their meeting place outside the school grounds, he passed every one of his notable peers: Snips and Snails, who were both talking about how hot some of the fillies were; Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, who were being their normal bitchy selves; the former Cutie Mark Crusaders, who were complaining about what they got for homework (well, all but Sweetie Belle, who had finished hers during her study hall); and Pipsqueak, who was at his locker with three teenage fillies at his side, each one wanting him more than the last. Pipsqueak being a maresman made Featherweight chuckle every time he saw him.
When Featherweight stepped outside, he saw two other fillies: Twist and Dinky, who were both talking to each other like the best friends they were. It warmed most ponies' hearts that the class nerd and class photographer was friends with the class clown and daughter of the half-witted mailmare. The three hit it off the very day in middle school where Twist and Featherweight both sat with Dinky, who was sitting alone (sound familiar?) in a sad state (turns out she had just dealt with Diamond bitch-of-the-year and her friend Silver right-hand-bitch calling her mother names). Since then, the three had been their own little trio of friends, sharing story after story of their lives.
Featherweight approached the two young mares and greeted them in his normal friendly way. He was gladly included into the conversation and brought up-to-speed with what it was about.
"Dinky was just about to tell me something big. You came just in time!" laughed Twist.
"Oh really? Tell us, Dinks!" Featherweight demanded friendly.
"Okay, so you won't believe this," started Dinky. "I have... a coltfriend!"
"A WHAT?" exclaimed her friends in unison.
"I know, I can't believe it either!" said Dinky, who was smiling from ear to ear. "I mean, who would've thought that I, the daughter of Derpy, would get a coltfriend before her friends? I'm still in sho-"
"Who is it?" interrupted Featherweight, surprised his friend was now dating somepony.
"Ooo, that's surprising, too!" answered Dinky, still smiling. "I call him Squeaks, but you may know him as the one and only-"
"Ello Dinky!" Dinky was interrupted again, this time by...
"PIPSQUEAK?" Featherweight and Twist exclaimed, again in unison.
Pipsqueak trotted over to his fillyfriend and era wrapped his left hoof around her. He pecked Dinky's cheek, causing her to blush and her friends' mouths to gape. Pipsqueak turned to the two others and chuckled a bit. He found their looks of shock amusing, even though he expected it from just about anypony.
"I know, it's funny, right?" commented the young earth stallion. "How could I get such a piece of cuteness?" He again turned to Dinky and kissed her cheek.
"Oh, stop it!" Dinky said gleefully, yet again blushing.
Featherweight and Twist were dumbfounded. Not only was their friend dating a younger colt, but Pipsqueak, the very colt who could date almost any filly he wanted, perhaps even any colt if he swung that way!
Pipsqueak continued the conversation, ignoring his friends' silence. "So here I was today, eating lunch with Snips and Snails, talking about who's hot and who's not, when all of a sudden this fine filly walks past me! I took one look at her and decided she just had to be my fillyfriend; she was too cute not to be! So I walked up to her after lunch period and ask her out. And as you can obviously see, she said yes!"
"I nearly fainted when he asked!" agreed Dinky.
The two lovebirds nuzzled each other for a bit. Once they were done with their little display of love, they again turned to the two still-dumbfounded sophomores. After a half-minute of awkward silence, Pipsqueak spoke up.
"Well, I think we aughta get going, Dinky. There's a movie I wanted to see in an hour, and you'd better ask your mother beforehand. I'd hate to piss her off!"
Dinky bounced in glee. "OhmyCelestia a movie?! Tonight?! Ohmy I love you!" She kissed Pipsqueak, and the two departed together afterwards, on their way to their homes.
Featherweight and Twist turned their heads to each other, still gaping. What just happened? Their friend had just left with Pipsqueak to go see a movie, and they were left alone to process this information.
I guess this is the time, Featherweight thought. He and Twist had promised years ago that they would not date until both agreed that they were ready. Everypony else in their grade had recently started dating: Snips and Snails had Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were going through coltfriends like oxygen, and now their friend Dinky was dating the most sought-after colt in the entire Ponyville High! The first two were his first sign that maybe now was a good time (he may have even asked today or tomorrow), but the recent episode had just confirmed his suspicions.
He was ready to date Twist.
"So, uh, Twist," he started, "Do you think you're ready? I mean, to-"
"Yes," Twist interrupted. "I am ready."
Featherweight's heart raced at her answer. "Well, alright then. I guess I'll see you later," he paused, then added, "...fillyfriend." He'd always wanted to call her that, and was ecstatic that he could now do it.
"You too, coltfriend," Twist replied, also happy she could now call him that.
And so the new couple parted for the first time, only seconds after confirming their relationship. Both walked to their homes in dead silence, hearts racing as they went over in their heads their last words to each other. They were now in a relationship with their foalhood crush, and the world was perfect.
