Punisher

Chapter 14

Ribbon

Marinette was practically falling into the box of fabrics as she frantically searched. Shoving different scraps and clothes aside as she looked for lace. Tikki floated above her looking at the girl sympathetically. She had woken up early and been looking for the lace ever since.

"Where." Marinette started. Going into the next box, "Is." She mimicked her actions from the last. Digging into the boxes as if she was on a treasure hunt for diamonds. "That." Tikki could hear the ravenette scowling from inside the brown cardboard. "Goddamn lace!" She yelled. Leaning in further before falling into the box with a squawk. Shuffling until the box fell over, leaving the freckled girl covered in different kinds of fabrics and excess clothing.

Marinette groaned. Sitting up as she took some fabric off of her head. Looking at Tikki as she floated over to her. "Marinette, you only have a few minutes before helping your parents."

"I know, I know. But I need to find it." She sighed, cleaning up the fabrics and placing them in the box. She was going back to search but then her mother called for her. She sighed with frustration and made her way down the stairs.

She stumbled to the kitchen. Grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist. She put her hair up in a bun.

"Marinette! Please deliver these macaroons to the table!"

"Yes, Ma!"

Marinette took the Macaroons in the box her mother gave her. Walking over to the table.

"Thank you for orderrrrrr-" She trailed off. Looking at the girl and gaped.

She felt the box slipping out of her hands. The girl, the girl looked so similar to her, with a few differences. She had paler blue eyes. Her skin was slightly tanner compared to her. And her hair was in double ponytails.

And her hair was somehow navy blue?!

Marinette snapped back into reality and saw she ever so rudely dropped the box on the table and staring at her as if she came in the store in a clown outfit. She fumbled with the box before handing it to the girl, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to s-so I'm sorry, i-I'm j-just gonna..." Marinette looked at the ground. The stranger smiled. Taking the pastries and putting them down. "Hi! I'm Bridgette!" She grinned. Marinette looked at her. But before she could say anything the other teen took her hand and shook it rapidly.

Marinette tensed until she let it go. By the look on her face, she was waiting for her introduction. Marinette's eyes returned to the ground. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ears shyly. "Um...My name's Marinette." She trailed off.

"Oh wow! I've never met another "ette" before!" She grinned widely. Catching Marinette's attention once again. Though she didn't say anything. "You are so pretty and dainty. Has anyone ever told you that?" Bridgette complimented. "You look a little like me! Strange, but pretty shorter and your hair isn't blue." Marinette blushed, but didn't have a chance to say anything. Bridgette began slowly circling her. "You seem a little athletic." She commented. Before returning in front of Marinette. Who looked flustered.

"I-I Thank y-you?" Marinette's tone was confused. Bridgette giggled and turned away. Getting out a pen and a napkin. There was a sound of tearing before Bridgette was handing over a piece of paper with a number on it.

"Here! You seem nice, and I'd like to be friends!"

Marinette was at a lost of words. It was surprising to see how energetic the girl was, and she quickly jumped from one subject to the other one. And it was a lot to comprehend. But she felt herself just taking the number without saying anything.