Secret

Iggy tapped his foot impatiently; waiting for Fang to finally respond to his question. However, after minutes of anxious waiting…he still never answered.
"Fang!" the blonde yelled, kicking his friend in the leg which gained a very grumpy "Damn it!" from the victim.
"I'm thinking, Ig!" He yelled angrily, rubbing his leg lightly. Iggy huffed out a breath, blowing his hair from his face and shrunk back into the couch cushions. Fang rubbed his chin where an invisible beard sat and Iggy rolled his eyes, pegging a brown pillow at his head.
"Just tell me!"
"Stop being so damn abusive!"
Iggy groaned loudly, rubbing his temples in fake migraine. This only gave him a pissed off look from Fang that he happily gave back. Fang thought some more about his response to his close friend.
Did he even have any secrets he kept from Iggy?
Fang didn't think so, but if he told Iggy that, the blonde would continuously bug him about him lying and being scared to tell him.
Which he certainly wasn't.
"Alright, Iggy, I'll tell you one." Fang finally stated, making Iggy lean forward from the couch. Fang gave him a very serious look and moved his finger, motioning for him to move closer. Iggy followed directions and moved until his ear was near Fang's lips.
"The secret is…" Fang made sure to wait a nice long time before finishing his statement, "Angel can read minds, but don't tell anyone!"
Another pillow whacked him in the face.
"Ugh, you're impossible!"