Hello everyone and thank you for your curiosity! I just want to say that I'm new to this and I have no idea how this site works. I got this idea from a picture (which I cannot seem to insert here but will put on my page). I'm not familiar with blindness and I don't mean to offend anyone. Anyway I'll shut up and let you read. Just don't kick me; I'm a baby to fanfiction!

Disclaimer: I do not Own Life With Derek. If I did, it would not be a kid's show…

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The first time she asks to' see' him, he laughs. They are at their parents' wedding reception and he was given the job to be her eyes. That way they could get to know each other (the sugar coated version for forced to by George).

She was sitting adjacent to him at the restaurant, eyes off towards his left. They had been bickering about the choice of seating and something about food selection (Derek) when she suddenly brought up the topic.

"So when are you going to let me see you?" she asked, her eyes moving to his shoulder. Casey couldn't help herself, the girl was curious. His voice was appealing and he spoke with wit that was opposite of hers. When she first met him briefly at the café, he gave off this vibe she had never felt towards her before. It was exciting and dangerous at the same time. Her mother tried to describe him to her, but she couldn't picture him. It wasn't until Lizzie said he was considered cute that she became interested.

So now here at the wedding reception where he was no doubt forced to spend time with her and be her guide, she decided to ask the question.

" So when are you going to let me see you?"

If she could have observed him, she would have detected the hesitation in his eyes. But Derek being Derek, laughed at her inquiry and patted her hand on the table.

" In your dreams McDonald" his leaning form exclaimed, causing her to furrow her brows.

" You do realize that to me you're just a faceless head," she protested, slipping her hand out from under his. When the hell did he leave it there?

" And why would that bother me?" he asked, flexing his fingers under the table to remove the tingling sensation from his previous actions. The girl was all dolled up for the wedding. She looked even better than she did at the café and rehearsal dinner. The idea of Casey looking beautiful should not, he kept telling himself, be in his head.

She smirked, a genuine smirk that could top off his if she were able to see it.

" Well from what I found, you're an egotistical hockey jock that takes pride in his physical appearance. Faceless is not in your definition," Casey leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and legs in the process. (He tried not to stare at the black strapless dress curve to her movements). The eyebrow above her right eye ascended as her orbs gazed at his chin.

" And you learned all this in three meet ups? Either you're stalking me or you're just plain weird," Derek smirked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his seat. Casey straightened up, giving him a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me expression.

" I'm blind, dumbass. How can I stalk you?" she retorted, eyes moving higher up his face. She still couldn't get to his eyes though, and for a brief moment he wondered what it would look like if she got the correct position. Her milky gray-blue pupil less orbs were captivating enough, but having them stare directly into his brown ones must seem like he was staring the blue planet from a zero gravity perspective.

" Right, then you're just weird" he stated, keeping his eyes on her cheek to restrain himself from looking any higher. She may be blind, but those orbs were intense.

Casey huffed in annoyance, eyes rolling to the ceiling in the process. He may sound interesting, but he was a big pain in the ass. And she came to realize that she would be living with him.

" I have to go to the bathroom," she said, standing up and feeling her way around the chair. Derek smirked to himself, never having so much fun getting under someone's skin. Allowing her to take his elbow, he lead her to the bathroom doors, Casey threatening to castrate him if he sends her into the wrong one. She reads the Braille by the door before entering. He just laughs and shakes his head before leaning on the opposite wall to wait.