She loved him because he was able to make her laugh, but that wasn't just it really. There was more to it than that, kinda like how although he was known to hug others with her he was especially...romantic. In the sweet, truthful sense. Many guys could do that though, and after a while it got annoying. All sop and no actual fill, you know? He was...special though. They were fast friends before anything romantic had ever started and although she didn't laugh aloud at much, (all anyone usually got from her was a wry smile at the most) he kept her entertained for hours on end by doing nothing special per se, just by being himself and thinking aloud, thoughts which had made her laugh until she cried.
It was what she needed really, it's what made him so perfect for her. Her childhood had been blackened by an alcoholic and workaholic father, and then the death of her mother in that car accident when she had been 12. High School years had been clouded by teasing and few friends, and it had been hard for someone so young to move countries, but she just wasn't able to stay there with all the memories. Moving to England had been hard, really really hard, but oh so worth it, especially now. She owned a shop along with her best friend, and she finally knew people like Fred existed. Even if they never settled together and started going out officially, even if they never kissed, she would still know that people like him existed in the world and that made it just that bit more liveable.
"You're such a dork." Tararyn giggled as she pulled the carpet off Fred's head. In an effort to 'surprise' her, he had hidden himself under the rug, which wasn't exactly the best person since a large lump had been in the middle of the room when she had entered. Still, it had given her the excuse to tackle him and just touch him, fixing his ruffled hair after he had emerged.
"Only for you, I am." He replied seriously, pulling a small orange bag from his pocket. "Here, another trick in working." He winked, tipping out a few tri-coloured sweets into his hand, letting her pick one out and put it in her mouth immediately, making him smile. Few people trusted him absolutely, whereas she did without question, despite his antics.
"You inspired this, actually." He informed her as she giggled, still sucking on the sweet. "We're going to call it a Funny Bone, and change the look of them a bit."
She couldn't stop giggling, and collapsed next to him on the carpet.
"I love these things." She laughed, meaning all the creations Fred and his brother made. "I like the ones that don't make me pass out." She teased, making him poke her ribs.
He made her laugh, and she trusted him with all her soul, and that was why he loved her.