What are you doing to me?

Our movie fest on the couch ended up being a sleep over in the living room. But, I wasn't complaining. It was nice to do that... It felt like this is what families do. Real ones, not the dysfunctional ones.
The guys all fell asleep during the Devil Wears Prada, but I didn't sleep until I put Mean Girls in. Yes, they were "chick flicks" but, they were good movies. And what's up with society's need to assign genders to everything? They were movies, not living things.
I woke up, only to notice that I was the first one up. Ray and Mikey were still passed out on the other couch, tangled in the blankets. Gee was still plastered on my back, our legs tangled and put arms interlocked in front of me. I could feel his heart beat, and his breaths on my neck.
Just as I was dozing off again, there was a loud knock on the door. Eh, they'll come back later, I thought. But I, of course, was way wrong. They continued to bang on the door for what seemed like an hour.
I nudged Gerard. 'Baby, there's someone at the door'
He stirred 'huh?'
'There's someone at the door' I repeated.
He got up and want downstairs to get some clothes on. While he was doing that, I decided to pick up the living room and wake the other two sleeping boys, the door being banged on the entire time.
I folded all of the blankets and picked up the food, then I put on some sweat pants. And I was still done before Gerard. Go figure.

I want into our room to see what was taking him so long- and he was sitting on the bed, half sleeping and half trying to get a shirt over his head.
I shook my boyfriend and reminded him about the door.
'Huh? Oh, yeah, okay'
I decided to crawl underneath out sheets while I waited for him to get back.
I could hear the muffled voices down here, and what I heard shocked me to death...

Notes

I'll write later, but who should I have be at the door?
The Ways? Frank's dad? Steve? Someone new?
Comment who you think should be.

Have a good day/night everyone!
Xo s-omeone-els-e