Chapter 1 - One Day You'll Meet Him
Submitted March 22, 2004 Updated March 22, 2004 Status Incomplete | about a girl who had a dream
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Chapter 1 - One Day You'll Meet Him
Chapter 1 - One Day You'll Meet Him
One Day You'll Meet Him (comics)
Page 1
“I had a dream. A dream about a guy. I was about to fall when he catches me. He smiled at me and walked me home.”
Michelle: that’s a very nice dream! I wish I could dream about him too.
Irish: I don’t want to dream about him anymore… I want to meet him!
Michelle: but where in this campus can you meet him?
Irish: I don’t know…
Michelle: are you alright? You look…
Irish: yes… I’m ok… maybe I’ll have to take some rest. I feel dizzy.
Michelle: I just hope you’re fine. Take care! Bye.
Page 2
Irish: I almost forgot! Mom told me to buy some vegetables for dinner.
Irish: I wish I were home. I feel very dizzy…
Irish: (ah! I’m falling!)
Irish: (huh… just like my dream… it’s like my dream…)
Irish: (I won’t fall coz a guy will catch me.)
Page 3
Irish: (ehi! I just fall!)
Irish: (stupid!)
Lance: huh? What happened over there?
Lance: excuse me, are you alright?
Lance: maybe I’ll just carry her home. She looks dizzy. An ID can lead me the way.
Lance: …
Page 4
“I just fall. I can't imagine. I’m so ashamed! But, someone helped me… someone’s carrying me…”
Irish: ah! Who are you?! What happened to me?!
Lance: I’m sorry. I saw you fall in the market. I'm sorry again.
Irish: ah… ok… it doesn’t matter. Thanks by the way.
Lance: I'm Lance Bryant. Call me Lance.
Irish: I'm Irish Snow. I thank you again for being such a gentleman. I must go now. See you next time! Bye!
Page 5
“I called Michelle and told her everything about what happened.”
Irish: believe me. It’s like my dream! It was just like my dream, but not exactly. No, it was more than my dream!
Michelle: oh really, that happened.
Irish: he was such a gentleman! He carried me home!
Michelle: I'm very happy for you my friend.
Irish: thank you. We’ll see tomorrow. I have something to do. Bye now.
Page 6
“The next day after classes, I was thinking about Lance.”
Irish: hey Lance!
Irish: (but, what if Lance has a girlfriend?)
Lance: hi!
Irish: hi… oh! Hi! (oops!)
Lance: do you feel well now?
Irish: yes, I’m only thinking… (of you)
Lance: thinking what?
Irish: nothing!! Really.
Lance: oh, coz I was also thinking… (of you)
Irish: of whom?? I mean, of what?
Lance: aahh… if you’re okay.
Irish: oh! I feel fine. (now that you’re here)
Lance: can I walk you home?
Irish: sure, no problem. (my pleasure!)
Page 7
“a month had passed. My life has become more colorful since I met Lance. But one day, mom received a letter from her work.”
Irish: a promotion?!
Mom: yes dear! At last! We can now go to England.
Irish: what?! When?
Mom: this month, I was scheduled there this month.
Irish: but, how about my studies?
Mom: no big deal. You’ll transfer.
Irish: but…
Mom: from then on, we’ll be a citizen of England! you might be a princess darling!
Irish: (oh no! how about Lance?)
Page 8
“at school, I told Michelle and Lance about it”
Michelle: what?! England!!!
Irish: uhuh…
Michelle: wow! Everyone in England treat themselves as princesses! You can be one!
Irish: and? So what? I want to stay here… with you… (with Lance…)
Michelle: but, you have no choice my friend.
Irish: you’re right. I should be happy for mom coz she was promoted.
Lance: hey irish!
Michelle: hey, I must finish my notes or else our professor will get mad. See yah!
Irish: okay.
Lance: are you alright Irish?
Irish: ya, maybe.
Lance: why? Have you received a bad news?
Irish: kind of.
Lance: why?
Irish: we’ll go to England this month.
Lance: well, that’s good news.
Irish: do you think so?
Lance: maybe? (no of course!)
Page 10
“While our professor is having her lecture, Michelle and I was talking about Lance.”
Michelle: so Lance knew you’re leaving.
Irish: yes. I just told him.
Michelle: what do you plan to do? Tell him before its late.
Irish: tell him what?
Michelle: about your dream and your feelings.
Irish: no! he mustn't know.
Michelle: but why? What if he feel the same way for you?
Irish: no way. That’s impossible!
Michelle: how do you say so?
Irish: I don’t know…
Professor: are you both finished with your discussions? Ms. Snow? Ms. Browns?
Michelle: we’re sorry ma’am.
“Michelle Browns, my ever dearest friend. She knew my feelings for Lance even though I haven’t told her.”
page 11
“two weeks later, mom bought tickets to England.”
Irish: isn’t it too early to but tickets, mom?
Mom: no. we’re about to leave this week so pack up your things.
Irish: this week?! (oh no!)
“I heard the phone rang and I answered it. Unexpectedly…”
Lance: hello? May I speak with Irish, please? This is Lance.
Irish: oh, hi Lance! How did you get my number?
Lance: Michelle gave it to me. She told me you have something to say. What’s that?
Irish: what? Ah… we’re about to leave this week.
Lance: this week?! Really? I’ll miss you…
Irish: oh yeah? Well, I’ll miss you too.
Lance: um, can we meet tomorrow? I know you’re busy packing your things up but, it’s important.
Irish: oh sure, no problem. Where?
Lance: at the park, tomorrow night.
Irish: (tomorrow night?!) ok… we’ll meet there.
Lance: I’ll wait for you. Bye.
Irish: bye.
Irish: (yes!)
Page 12
“at the park, I feel so nervous.”
Irish: hey, sorry to keep you waiting.
Lance: no, it’s nothing.
Irish: so, what important thing are you talking about?
Lance: it’s a serious thing and I want you to know this very important thing before you leave.
Irish: tell me… I'm listening.
Lance: I… I… I like you.
Irish: what do you mean… you…?
Lance: you see, you’re leaving, and I’ll miss you… a lot.
Irish: oh Lance, I’ll miss you too. I’ll miss you so much because I like you too.
Irish: you know, before you saw me at the market, a month ago, I dream of you. Not exactly because a guy will catch me before I fall. And you know, I am very happy that you came and carried me home.
Irish: I'm happy you told me your feelings. I’ll miss you…
Lance: I hope that someday we’ll meet again… even in our dreams just to see you again. I’ll look forward for that day.
Irish: oh Lance, I love you.
Lance: I love you to, Irish.
Page 13
“I love you, Irish… I love you, Irish…”
Irish: what?! A dream!!!
Servant: princess, you’re awake.
Irish: (just a dream? It’s like for real)… what are you looking for?
Servant: your best gown, princess.
Irish: huh? For what?
Servant: don’t you remember? You’ll attend a party tonight at the castle.
Irish: I forgot… I'm still in my dream.
Servant: whatever you say, princess. But, you must get up now and prepare for the big night.
Irish: why? What’s so special?
Servant: I don’t know what you have dreamed of… just prepare or else you’ll be late.
“I lived in a castle… dressed as a princess…”
Servant: oh princess, you’re so beautiful!
Irish: do you think so?
Servant: of course! Wait here. I’ll call the butler.
Page 14
“at the castle, I'm still out of my mind, still thinking of my dream… its like it was for real. Until…”
Irish: is that him? (in my dream…)
Irish: (he’s looking at me…)
Lance: I knew we‘d meet again.
Irish: but… but how? you only exist in my…
Lance: we both exist in each other’s dreams.
Irish: what do you mean, we have the same dream?
Lance: yes, and I believe it was real.
Irish: whatever it was, I believe it. I'm happy that I’ve seen you again.
Lance: I told you that I‘d look forward for this day.
Irish: yes… I remember.
Lance: shall we dance?
“if this is still a dream, I don’t want to wake up…”
-END-
Page 1
“I had a dream. A dream about a guy. I was about to fall when he catches me. He smiled at me and walked me home.”
Michelle: that’s a very nice dream! I wish I could dream about him too.
Irish: I don’t want to dream about him anymore… I want to meet him!
Michelle: but where in this campus can you meet him?
Irish: I don’t know…
Michelle: are you alright? You look…
Irish: yes… I’m ok… maybe I’ll have to take some rest. I feel dizzy.
Michelle: I just hope you’re fine. Take care! Bye.
Page 2
Irish: I almost forgot! Mom told me to buy some vegetables for dinner.
Irish: I wish I were home. I feel very dizzy…
Irish: (ah! I’m falling!)
Irish: (huh… just like my dream… it’s like my dream…)
Irish: (I won’t fall coz a guy will catch me.)
Page 3
Irish: (ehi! I just fall!)
Irish: (stupid!)
Lance: huh? What happened over there?
Lance: excuse me, are you alright?
Lance: maybe I’ll just carry her home. She looks dizzy. An ID can lead me the way.
Lance: …
Page 4
“I just fall. I can't imagine. I’m so ashamed! But, someone helped me… someone’s carrying me…”
Irish: ah! Who are you?! What happened to me?!
Lance: I’m sorry. I saw you fall in the market. I'm sorry again.
Irish: ah… ok… it doesn’t matter. Thanks by the way.
Lance: I'm Lance Bryant. Call me Lance.
Irish: I'm Irish Snow. I thank you again for being such a gentleman. I must go now. See you next time! Bye!
Page 5
“I called Michelle and told her everything about what happened.”
Irish: believe me. It’s like my dream! It was just like my dream, but not exactly. No, it was more than my dream!
Michelle: oh really, that happened.
Irish: he was such a gentleman! He carried me home!
Michelle: I'm very happy for you my friend.
Irish: thank you. We’ll see tomorrow. I have something to do. Bye now.
Page 6
“The next day after classes, I was thinking about Lance.”
Irish: hey Lance!
Irish: (but, what if Lance has a girlfriend?)
Lance: hi!
Irish: hi… oh! Hi! (oops!)
Lance: do you feel well now?
Irish: yes, I’m only thinking… (of you)
Lance: thinking what?
Irish: nothing!! Really.
Lance: oh, coz I was also thinking… (of you)
Irish: of whom?? I mean, of what?
Lance: aahh… if you’re okay.
Irish: oh! I feel fine. (now that you’re here)
Lance: can I walk you home?
Irish: sure, no problem. (my pleasure!)
Page 7
“a month had passed. My life has become more colorful since I met Lance. But one day, mom received a letter from her work.”
Irish: a promotion?!
Mom: yes dear! At last! We can now go to England.
Irish: what?! When?
Mom: this month, I was scheduled there this month.
Irish: but, how about my studies?
Mom: no big deal. You’ll transfer.
Irish: but…
Mom: from then on, we’ll be a citizen of England! you might be a princess darling!
Irish: (oh no! how about Lance?)
Page 8
“at school, I told Michelle and Lance about it”
Michelle: what?! England!!!
Irish: uhuh…
Michelle: wow! Everyone in England treat themselves as princesses! You can be one!
Irish: and? So what? I want to stay here… with you… (with Lance…)
Michelle: but, you have no choice my friend.
Irish: you’re right. I should be happy for mom coz she was promoted.
Lance: hey irish!
Michelle: hey, I must finish my notes or else our professor will get mad. See yah!
Irish: okay.
Lance: are you alright Irish?
Irish: ya, maybe.
Lance: why? Have you received a bad news?
Irish: kind of.
Lance: why?
Irish: we’ll go to England this month.
Lance: well, that’s good news.
Irish: do you think so?
Lance: maybe? (no of course!)
Page 10
“While our professor is having her lecture, Michelle and I was talking about Lance.”
Michelle: so Lance knew you’re leaving.
Irish: yes. I just told him.
Michelle: what do you plan to do? Tell him before its late.
Irish: tell him what?
Michelle: about your dream and your feelings.
Irish: no! he mustn't know.
Michelle: but why? What if he feel the same way for you?
Irish: no way. That’s impossible!
Michelle: how do you say so?
Irish: I don’t know…
Professor: are you both finished with your discussions? Ms. Snow? Ms. Browns?
Michelle: we’re sorry ma’am.
“Michelle Browns, my ever dearest friend. She knew my feelings for Lance even though I haven’t told her.”
page 11
“two weeks later, mom bought tickets to England.”
Irish: isn’t it too early to but tickets, mom?
Mom: no. we’re about to leave this week so pack up your things.
Irish: this week?! (oh no!)
“I heard the phone rang and I answered it. Unexpectedly…”
Lance: hello? May I speak with Irish, please? This is Lance.
Irish: oh, hi Lance! How did you get my number?
Lance: Michelle gave it to me. She told me you have something to say. What’s that?
Irish: what? Ah… we’re about to leave this week.
Lance: this week?! Really? I’ll miss you…
Irish: oh yeah? Well, I’ll miss you too.
Lance: um, can we meet tomorrow? I know you’re busy packing your things up but, it’s important.
Irish: oh sure, no problem. Where?
Lance: at the park, tomorrow night.
Irish: (tomorrow night?!) ok… we’ll meet there.
Lance: I’ll wait for you. Bye.
Irish: bye.
Irish: (yes!)
Page 12
“at the park, I feel so nervous.”
Irish: hey, sorry to keep you waiting.
Lance: no, it’s nothing.
Irish: so, what important thing are you talking about?
Lance: it’s a serious thing and I want you to know this very important thing before you leave.
Irish: tell me… I'm listening.
Lance: I… I… I like you.
Irish: what do you mean… you…?
Lance: you see, you’re leaving, and I’ll miss you… a lot.
Irish: oh Lance, I’ll miss you too. I’ll miss you so much because I like you too.
Irish: you know, before you saw me at the market, a month ago, I dream of you. Not exactly because a guy will catch me before I fall. And you know, I am very happy that you came and carried me home.
Irish: I'm happy you told me your feelings. I’ll miss you…
Lance: I hope that someday we’ll meet again… even in our dreams just to see you again. I’ll look forward for that day.
Irish: oh Lance, I love you.
Lance: I love you to, Irish.
Page 13
“I love you, Irish… I love you, Irish…”
Irish: what?! A dream!!!
Servant: princess, you’re awake.
Irish: (just a dream? It’s like for real)… what are you looking for?
Servant: your best gown, princess.
Irish: huh? For what?
Servant: don’t you remember? You’ll attend a party tonight at the castle.
Irish: I forgot… I'm still in my dream.
Servant: whatever you say, princess. But, you must get up now and prepare for the big night.
Irish: why? What’s so special?
Servant: I don’t know what you have dreamed of… just prepare or else you’ll be late.
“I lived in a castle… dressed as a princess…”
Servant: oh princess, you’re so beautiful!
Irish: do you think so?
Servant: of course! Wait here. I’ll call the butler.
Page 14
“at the castle, I'm still out of my mind, still thinking of my dream… its like it was for real. Until…”
Irish: is that him? (in my dream…)
Irish: (he’s looking at me…)
Lance: I knew we‘d meet again.
Irish: but… but how? you only exist in my…
Lance: we both exist in each other’s dreams.
Irish: what do you mean, we have the same dream?
Lance: yes, and I believe it was real.
Irish: whatever it was, I believe it. I'm happy that I’ve seen you again.
Lance: I told you that I‘d look forward for this day.
Irish: yes… I remember.
Lance: shall we dance?
“if this is still a dream, I don’t want to wake up…”
-END-
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