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So my best friend has had a crush on her brothers best friend for years, but it was more of a crush when she was younger she kind of just finds him attractive now, she's not too interested in him. But whenever he was around I could tell he liked her but she never noticed and whenever I mentioned it she's blow it off and act like she didn't care. BUT last night (Christmas night) he was at her house for dinner and everyone got drunk (her words not mine) and they slept in the same bed together? I don't know weird right? Seen as she's 16 and he's 19. She said he didn't do anything inappropriate he just kissed her and was sweet! But the part I find alittle bizarre is that he let her go on his phone and apparently he had a album on his phone of pictures dedicated to her. The picture album was called "troubled kristine" (an obvious joke) but he had pictures from her snapchat story that he screenshot and saved. Pictures of her and some of me at parties that we had posted to her snapchat story. We always wondered why he screenshot her snapchats (because snapchat tells you if someone has) and that's why, because he saved them to an album on his phone. I think it's really creepy and weird and my friend finds it cute, any other different opinions? Comments? I'm alittle worried and weirded out! I want to be a cop so I have an extra protective/cautious side and I personally find this weird I don't find it funny or cute

Ok so here is my life story sorry if it is boring. I was born in Iran and when I was six America finally said they will let us be refugees. I had no idea. I have two older sisters and they knew. I had no idea we were going to leave Iran. One day we just did. After hours and hours of strange airports full of people that touched eachother and didn't cover their bodies we made it to Vienna Austria. I'm not Muslim and that is why America agreed. We were religious refugees. Austria was terrible. The children at school were mean to me and I didn't understand a word of it. I didn't even know what Christmas was until then but we didn't celebrate it. At age aix I developed a stress disorder that made me so sad I became physically sick and spent a lot of time in a hospital. After a year of being bullied, living in a dirty apartment with no personal rooms wear the whole family slept in one bed, and the hospital we could finally come to America. We moved into some ghetto cuz that's all we could afford and my father that was an engineer and a professor in Iran was now working at good will. After two years in the ghetto I had finally learned English and my father got a decent Job. We loved into a nice house. I still remember the children at my elementary school calling me a dirty terrorist and. Not playing with me. It really hurt. It's been 10 years since we moved out of Iran. And I watch terrible things happen to my family there while I sit here in America. We act very American but my marriage will still be arranged when the time comes and it will be an Iranian man. But my family and I have come far. I'm just glad I'm alive. I'm still depressed and traumatized because what I saw as a child in Iran but I'm trying my best.