Song by London and Nesmith
Don't call on me
When you're feeling footloose, and fancy-free.
You've done that before,
And like a fool I came back for more.
It's all over now,
I've finally seen my way.
I need you no more,
Not now or any other day.
Okay, little girl, live for yourself
In your own little world.
I know that you'll find
Someone who'll play and love you,
Be just your kind, be just your kind, be just your kind, be just your kind.
Part One: Don't call on me when you're feeling footloose, and fancy-free.
As Micky sat there, not saying anything and listening to the occasional static, and watching Rachel, who was supposed to be his date, some advice of Mike's came ringing back to Micky's ears—stupid voice-overs!
Everything doesn't always turn out alright, and there's nothing you can do about it.
At least it wasn't the apple seed one, Micky thought.
Mike's voice entered his thoughts again. Five thousand years ago—stop that!
"Micky?" Rachel and Gia called for him at the same time. Decision time.
"Gia, I'm kinda busy right now. Could you call back in a little while?"
There was a choked sniffle on the other end of the phone line. "Later? But Micky—I bet it's that Rachel," Gia spat out with disdain.
"Don't talk about her like that. But for your information, it is. If you want to talk later, you can call me later." Micky hung up the telephone.
"Micky, you hung up on her. Why did you do that?"
"Be-because I wanted to be with you."
Rachel sighed. "C'm'ere."
Micky did as he was told.
"Tell me about your break up with Gianna."
Again, Micky did as he was told and related the whole story to her.
Autumn could tell Gia had been crying. "Can we come in?"
"Mike, Olivia, Peter and me."
Autumn and company entered the room—those locks had never been fixed!
"Gia, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sure, Autumn, fine."
"No, you're not," Peter astutely observed.
"You're right. I called Micky a little while ago, and he hung up on me because Rachel was over at his place."
"Oh, Gia, I'm sor—good heavens! I've got to warn her!"
"Rachel—Micky could just be using her to get back at Gia."
"Warn her? What about me?"
"It's too late for you."
"Too late? It's not too late."
"Oh, I hope not. . . . But I don't know. Gia, I hate to desert you, but I need to go wait in the hall for Rachel."
Gia knew she had to—it might even get her and Micky back together. "Well, if you're gonna go, take the others with you."
"Well, when you put it like that—"
"Okay, guys, we know when we're not wanted."
"Out we go. Good luck, Gia."
Don't Call on Me Part Two