Frankie had secretly loved Wilt for as long as she could remember. She just wouldn't admit it to anyone. Wilt had secretly loved Frankie for awhile too. Every year the whole Fosters crew would go down to the beach on the 4th of July and watch the fireworks that exploded far out beyond the sandy shore. It was such a beautiful scene...and a romantic one too. Think, you are at the beach and it's night you can hear the waves beating and crashing against the eroding shore, you can see the colorful lights against the dark sky. Evoryone stares in awe at the loud yet beautiful fireworks...exept for two people. Wilt and Frankie. They looked every which way exept for up, where the fireworks boomed in the sky. Everywhere they looked the would see at least one couple kissing, or hugging, or just snuggling up as they watched the colorful lights move around in the sky like ballet dancers dancing gracefully across a large stage. Wilt couldn't help but wonder if that would ever happen to him and Frankie, who he never thought would like him because he was imaginary and she wasn't. And on top of that, he was broken, with only one arm and a wonky eye. Frankie wished that those couples on the beach were her and Wilt. However, she knew that they were not meant to be...or so she thought. They watched the pretty fireworks or tried to anyway for they kept on glancing at each other, and each time their eyes met, they quickly looked away and blushed. And every time thy did that they moved closer and closer untill their bodies were snuggled up against each other. Frankie looked up into Wilt's soulful eyes, and Wilt looked down into her's. Without any warning, they both felt their lips meet, and the sharred a long passionate kiss.