British Twins?!?! WHAT AM I THINKING?!?!

My name is Timothy Brendan Halliday. But, you can all me Tim! Well, you’ve heard this story from Molly’s point of view but now you can hear it from mine. So, it wasn’t my first choice to move from my hometown, London, England. But noooo! My parents just had to move! Not that I care anymore. My part of the story is going to start a couple of days before we moved.
“Vanessa, we need to talk.” I said and she just gave me a confusing look, and if you didn’t know Vanessa is my girlfriend at the moment.
“Are you breaking up with me?!” she screamed at me.
“No, now sit down.” I tried to calm her down.
‘This is going to be harder than I thought!’ I thought.
“Fine! Hmp!” She said and pouted, oh how I loved her pout!
“Okay, so my parents want to move to the United States. And I have to go with them. This doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“So. Let me get this in check. You equals moving and a long distance relationship??” I heard clapping.
“Good job, Vanessa! You know how to do math! Do you want a treat?” Alex, my twin, said.
“Yes, I do know math. I’m not dumb like you!” she shot back.
“Ha ha ha! VERY funny! You’re dumber than that door!” he said and pointed to the door.
“Guys! Stop it! I am so sick of you guys ALWAYS yelling and, or fighting with each other!” I butted in.
“Well if you didn’t have such a slutty girlfriend. We wouldn’t fight so much!”
“I’m not slutty!”
“If you’re not a slut then I must be American! And I know I’m not.”
“Alex! Tim! It’s almost time to go!” Our mother yelled.
“Thank you!”I heard Vanessa and Alex say.
“I’ll be in my room.”I said, in a monotone voice.
“I’ll come with you.” Vanessa said seductively.
Like anything is going to happen. I’m not like that. Now, Vanessa always tries to come onto me, like now.
“Vanessa! Stop it!”
“Whhhyyy??!!” She whined. “You never want to do anything!”
“Ugh!”
-------Couple of hours later--------
-------On the plane----------
“So what’s going on with you and Vanessa?” my father asked me.
“Nothing.”
“Are you still together?” My mother asked.
“Yes.”
“Ugh!” I heard Alex groan.
“You don’t like her? She seems like a really nice young lady.”
“Very funny Mom. She’s a slut! She’s cheated on Tim many times! But, he doesn’t want to believe me.”
“You guys are talking like I’m not even here!”
“Sorry honey-bunny.”
“Ugh! PLEASE don’t call me that!”
*Ding*
“Please buckle your seat belts.” The Pilot said.
‘Time to start a patricianly new life!’ I thought to myself.
-----At the new house-----
“Het Tim. Look at the cuties walking down the street!” Alex said.
“Wow.” Was all I could say.
“I know. They look weird actually.”
“Not really.”