So by the end of freshman year, Dex and Nursey have kind of got their acts together right? Like, they don’t actually fight. They bicker. Like an old married couple.
ANYWAYS - Nursey puts most of this towards the fact that he’s reached the acceptance stage of having a crush on the most annoying, obnoxious person he’s ever met. It’s cool. He’s dealing with it in ways other than starting unnecessary fights. For the most part.
So then summer comes, and they text a lot more than Nursey expected, even though Dex is basically working all the time, but at some point Dex invites Nursey to come up and hang out on the fishing boat for a week. Obviously, Nursey agrees, because he has zero self control and hasn’t actually seen Dex’s dumb face in like two months.
He can handle this.
He cannot handle the boat, or the waves that splash over the side or the way his stomach churns with every swell. He cannot handle the way the life jacket feels like it’s choking him (Jesus Christ Nurse you do not need to wear a life jacket right now, what is your problem), or the way Dex’s uncle looks just like Dex, only older. And handsome. Very handsome. And he definitely cannot handle the fact that Dex spends the majority of his time in tight tank tops, with the freckles on his arms so thick it almost looks like a tan, and the bridge of his nose peeling with a sunburn. It shouldn’t be attractive but god, Nursey’s knees went weak when Dex first met him at the docks (now they’re weak because of this fucking boat but whatever).
After day 1, when the sea sickness subsides, Nursey almost wishes it was back, because now he’s got to actually pay attention to Dex hauling lobster pots over the side of the boat and laughing when he gets splashed in the face with a wave and goading Nursey when he won’t jump off the side and go for a swim (I’ve seen Shark Week Poindexter, I know there’s great whites up here sometimes, you couldn’t pay me to get in this water).
It’s the worst week of his life, but he’ll never forget the way Dex hugged him when he left, and he relishes in the way the smell of salt water clings to his skin for days. And then he spends the rest of the summer writing poems about hair the color of sunsets and trying to figure out how to make William Poindexter his boyfriend.
(meanwhile, back on the lobster boat, Dex is pretending he doesn’t look at the picture he took of Nursey in his dumb ass life jacket every night before he goes to sleep. it’s whatever.)