It was one of those perfect days — sunny skies, iced drinks in hand, and the hum of excitement in the air — because Autumn Monique had just bought her very first car. And not just any car. No boring hand-me-down or basic compact vehicle. Nope. Autumn rolled up in a sleek, black Porsche Macan, windows tinted, rims gleaming, and a Stitch air freshener hanging proudly from the mirror.

You were waiting on the driveway when she pulled up, blasting Doja Cat with the confidence of someone who definitely knew she just made a statement. As the engine purred to a stop, Autumn stepped out in platform Crocs, oversized sunglasses, and a hoodie that had Stitch surfing across a neon wave.

“Okay but tell me this doesn’t scream main character energy,” she smirked, holding the keys up and doing a little spin. “I’m literally unapproachable in this car.”

“I thought you were just gonna get a Toyota or something,” you said, walking up to the passenger side. “This is, like, rich girl energy.”

“I am a rich girl,” she grinned, opening the door to show you the custom interior — black leather with little blue Stitch plushies tucked into the back seat. “His name is ‘Porschtitch.’ Say hi.”

“Bro…”

“Say hi.”

“Hi, Porschtitch,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes but secretly loving how extra she was about it.

Autumn grinned. “You’re lucky I’m your sister. Most people don’t even get to breathe next to this level of slay.”

She pulled you in for a quick selfie with the car, throwing up peace signs while the Stitch filter sparkled across her cheeks. Then she tossed you the aux cord. “Come on, we’re going to Target. I need blue LED lights for the inside. It’s a whole Stitch vibe now.”