A group of women sat at a round table, leaning close to each other, whispering amongst themselves.
"Look at those two!" they cried.
"I know! Can you believe it?" they replied.
"Who would have thought that he could get a girl like her?" some asked.
"Who would have thought that she would get a guy like him?" others interjected.
"She's such a sweet girl! She deserves so much better," one observed sadly.
Another nodded and sat back in her chair, "She deserves a real man."
"Well," another added haugtily, "he deserves a real woman. Someone who can give him more than that girl."
"I think you're all wrong," the outcast of the group said quietly. "Look at them."
All eyes returned to the pair out on the dance floor- a young girl, dark black hair twisted up on the top of her head, one hand on her partner's shoulder, the other clasped in his, smiling up at him while her blue dress fluttered gently with their swaying and a young man, bright red hair as messy as ever, one hand on his partner's waist, the other holding hers to his chest, grinning down at her and holding her close. Occasionally, one would say softly say something to the other and they would both laugh gently, sharing secrets only for them to know.
"They're happy," the youngest of the group said. "Let them be kids and be happy." Because happiness never lasts.