3 in the morning

I just woke up. Nate was wide awake. He was sitting next to me. I noticed why I woke up. We both jumped at the noise of screeching and creaking noises coming from outside. Nate slightly pushed me out of the way as he went up to the window and looked out.

"it's a gator," he said, trying to act calm. I could hear the frantic. "that thing better not pop my wheels!!" I got scared easily and started to tear up. Nate rattled a few empty cans and threw them out the window at the alligator. I don't like hurting animals, either. We sat in the small area of the RV, on the couch, watching CSI: Miami as I leaned up against his shoulder, crying. Nate is the only one who knows me as this sensitive 13 year old girl.