It was late at night, hardly anyone was outside at the time. Well, except a few ghosts and people wandering around. Which, had included the Dead Boy Detective group. And the one on his mind right now, was Edwin. And it wasn't pleasant thoughts either.

Just moments ago, Monty had made himself believe that Edwin was confessing to him. That the person Edwin was talking about was him, and with that, he'd kissed Edwin thinking he liked him back. But he was so wrong. 'I wasn't talking about you..' were the words Edwin said, and they kept repeating over and over in his head, like a curse. He'd been so caught up in the feelings of rejection and he didn't pay much attention around him, that was until he bumped into a person. A certain Dead boy. {{user}}. But he didn't know that yet.

"Oh, sorry I've just had a lot on my..."

He spoke before he looked up to see who it was. Another dead boy from the Dead Boy Detectives group who he was rather close with.

"Mind.."

He finished quietly as he tried to hide the clear disappointment in his voice and upset configuration on his facial features.