4. The House.
The house was massive, bigger than I think any of us had imagined, and the garden was probably big enough to fit a small concert, and about four more of the medium-sized swimming pool that was placed very neatly at the back. The driveway was huge, complete with a little swamp-ish style pond off to one side, and a narrow strip of a road that lead to the back car park down the other end of the house.
I wasn't surprised, though. Nirvana was the one who picked it out for everyone, and she was one of the best chaotic-yet-organised people to make decisions. The first day there we spent choosing our rooms, redecorating those rooms, and sweeping away all the unwanted dust and spider webs from every open space. Then, we all spent the night dancing and drinking and listening to songs that none of liked, but listened to anyway, in the coolness of the open garden. Some of the others had slipped inside to place all-too revealing bikinis and shorts that were far too tight or far too big on, and splash around in the murkiness of the untouched pool. I hate to admit it, but I was one of them, but only because Nirvana had somehow persuaded me to get changed.
We all must have been a bit tipsy, because none of us remembered what happened after the swimming pool, and how we all got splitting headaches the next morning.
Least of all, I don't remember how I ended up in Nirvana's bed the next day.