~ Armita <3 ~

Part 1

Armita flopped down on the bed and sighed. "SHELLLLLLBY!" she called from her relaxed position. She slid to the floor as Shelby leaned her head in through the doorframe.
"What do you need, nerd?" she chuckled.
Armita grinned. "Do you wanna go rob a store?"
Shelby groaned dramatically and flipped her headphones down to her neck. "Do I have to...?" she whined jokingly.
Suddenly the sound of a shattering window came from downstairs.
"The fuck was that?" Armita asked, pushing herself into a standing position and moving herself towards Shelby.
Shelby frowned and went into the closet of the adjacent room, grabbing a shotgun.
They crept down the stairs, Shelby in front. She peeked her head around the corner, and there was a panicked husky hellhound standing outside their now destroyed window.
"Oh Satan, I am so, so sorry," he said, flustered.
Shelby hoisted her shotgun and jabbed it at the hellhound. "What the fuck were you doing?"
He pinned his ears and put his hands up. "Don't shoot! I was just tossing around a ball with a buddy and it went through your window! I'm so, so sorry, I'll pay for it!"
Armita took a look around at the dump they both could barely afford the rent for and frowned. He'd better pay for it.
Shelby cocked her shotgun.
"WAIT, Shelbs. We can't afford to fix this and he's offering to pay. We're on the brink of getting evicted anyways. We need him alive."
She groaned. "But I realllllly wanna shoot him."
"Look... Shelbs, is it?" the hellhound asked, inching towards the open door next to the window so he could have a clear view of the two imps. "Here's some money to pay for the window. I'll go."
"ONLY ARMITA CAN CALL ME THAT, BASTARD-" Shelby screeched as she squeezed the trigger.
Armita launched herself into Shelby, causing her to miss and hit the ceiling above the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK, SHELBY?"
The hellhound, having jumped and hit his head, was out cold on the floor.
"What's wrong with you? Usually you're the one killing folks."
"I just feel bad for him," the other imp muttered, blushing and dusting herself off.
"No way," Shelby said, narrowing her eyes. "You psychotic bitch- you like him, don't you?!"
Armita shook her head as her face went crimson. "Like him? N-no, that's crazy talk.."
Shelby growled. "Well, go ahead. Make sure he's okay."
Armita obliged and bent down over him. He seemed uninjured for the most part, but there was a nasty bruise that had started to swell where he hit his head. She retrieved ice to reduce the swelling and laid him on their broken down couch.
She sat in a chair in the living room, reading a book, but soon was passed out asleep.