Why not.

"Sure, I guess that's fine. I don't need to be home for anything." You stroll back to the training center and get into the car. You try to appear a bit more light-hearted by cranking up the music and humming along as you turn onto the freeway towards her house. Before long, the two of you are singing along together to Rihanna mix that Gwen made for you last week.

As you wave goodbye to her, you realize with horror that you are driving your parents' car. Would she recognize it, having dated you for half a year? They never really let you drive it much back then... It's pretty much been your runaround since G-Day and has been filled with numerous new teenage girly necessities like a makeup bag in the door pocket, along with a hairbrush, and a pair of emergency flat shoes in the trunk. You look around the interior: it's changed a lot in the last few weeks. Even if she'd been in it a couple of times before, she would probably not recognize it now... and she's certainly not the sort of person to remember a license plate. She didn't seem to notice, and with that conclusion you exhale with half-nervous relief.

What. A. Day. Life just got a whole lot more complicated. It is definitely time to go back home, update Gwen on the craziness, and ring Alex for a booty call.

Come to think of it, maybe you should do that in reverse order.