Lucille Bolton

**Lucille Bolton** is the wife of Jack and the mother of Troy, and a nurse at a local hospital.

## **Role in Series**

* Season 1
* Season 2

### ***Pilot***

"Troy, you have guests! Don't make me come up there to get you... *again*. Hi, Gabriella." Troy’s mother’s voice floated up to them. The teenagers froze. Troy knew that she wouldn't be able to see them from her position at the bottom of the ladder, but this was not a time he wanted to be interrupted... particularly by his mother. "We'll be right down, mom." Troy replied.

"Troy, open up!" Lucille called, banging her hand on the door. Troy slowly walked to the door, making sure Gabriella was fully dressed and he saw her pick up a notebook from his desk. He couldn't risk taking the time to ask her about it and he opened the door to his mother who had a perturbed look on her face. "Hey, mom. What's up?" Troy asked. "What exactly do you think you're doing up here when your championship party is *downstairs*?" Lucille asked sternly. Troy knew that tone in her voice. She wasn't happy. "Sorry, Mrs. Bolton... I had forgotten a notebook here the other day and it has my scholarship essay in it." Gabriella chimed in, holding up the notebook in her hand. "Troy read over it for me while we were up here." she finished. "With the door *locked*?" Lucille questioned suspiciously. "Rocket Man had already been up here once. The kid creeps me out a little. I didn't want him in my room again." Troy added, trying desperately to get himself and his girlfriend out of his bedroom before his mother could make the situation more awkward. "Well, do get back down to the party now. Chad and Taylor were wanting to see you before they left." Lucille said. "Thanks, mom." Troy said, keeping a watchful eye on his mother as he escorted Gabriella out the door. Gabriella started down the stairs and Lucille grabbed Troy, holding him back for a moment. "You better have been responsible." she told him under her breath, a death glare looming in her eyes. Troy went beet-red. "Mom, she told you that—" Troy started but was cut off. "*Troy*..." It was a warning, a warning not to lie to her. "We *were*." he told her, unable to look her in the eye. "And you better be *good* to her." Lucille said. Troy let a small smile break. "I sure try to be." Troy responded. Lucille gave her son a look that Troy didn't quite recognize. She gave him a hug and shooed him down the stairs. Back outside, the party had died down significantly, though there were still several partygoers mingling about.

"Troy? Troy Alexander Bolton, are you up?" Lucille called out. He stopped and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. "Yeah, ma! I'm up." Troy replied. "Troy!" the woman yelled. He groaned at the sound of his mother's voice at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah?" Troy called out. "When you get down here, I need you to eat breakfast." Lucille called out. Troy moved toward his room. "And don't forget -- you've got school in ten minutes." she yelled out. "Okay. Be down in a minute!" Troy called. Lucille saw her son coming down he stairs. "There you are..." she said as he emerged in the kitchen. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Morning, mama." Troy greeted. He looked over at the many brown bags on the countertop as he reached for an apple. "More groceries?" he asked in an amused manner. "Well, you obviously don't realize how much you eat. You and your father, that is..." she smirked as she patted her son's strong arm. "Now -- make sure you eat breakfast, then—" she pointed to the bags. "—school." she finished. "Yes, ma'am." Troy agreed in a begrudged tone. "Mom -- my truck is *not* a deathtrap!" Troy whined. Lucille's eyebrows rose at him skeptically. "It's not!" he conceded, before tipping his head to the side a little and licking his bottom lip. "It's a work-in-progress." Troy said innocently. His mother laughed as she winked at her son. "Okay, then." she chuckled. Troy chomped at his apple before beginning to unpack the groceries as he hummed to himself. When he was about half-way through, Lucille reappeared. She leant her shoulder against the fridge and just watched him. Troy slowly jogged to the kitchen to see his father reading the white newspaper. "Morning, Troy." Jack greeted warmly. "Hey, dad." Troy replied. He walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the only carton of orange juice left and a sandwich. "Someone's in a good mood." Troy mother's voice carried from the living room. She entered the kitchen. "Mom, come on, it's Monday -- beginning of a new week. Who wouldn't be happy?" Troy practically sung at her as he reached for the glass of orange juice she had set out for him. She eyed him. "You still have a whole day to get through, Troy, don't overlook a quality education for the 'new weekend, new possibilities' fad." she accused, pointing at him with a spatula. Troy choked on his orange juice before smiling at her. "I can't believe you just said fad, and don't worry, mom, I take my education *very* seriously." Troy said dramatically. "Yeah... it's a shocker, isn't it?" Jack teased, flipping the newspaper over. Troy yawned once more and laid his head down on the table, trying to mentally prepare himself for eating breakfast. He really wasn't a morning person. He sighed and slowly sat up. He stood up and finally got himself a turkey sandwich. "You have to keep the team focused. If you ever repeat this, I'll deny it, but without you, the team will fall apart!" Jack said a little too loudly. He has always been excited about winning championships. Troy smiled at his dad and chuckled a little. "Yeah, I'll keep 'em focused. And way to make me feel pressured." Troy said jokingly. A glimpse of annoyance could have been seen from Jack before comprehension dawned on him and he smiled back at his son. "Sorry, son." Jack apologized. Troy just smiled at his dad and shook his head. He turned to his mom, his mind already on dinner. It's very weird how Troy had no desire to eat breakfast or lunch, but when it came to dinner, he was too enthused. "What's for dinner, Ma?" Troy asked. His mind already wandering to chicken, beef, turkey, and everything else that his mother has ever made. Lucille smiled back at her son, glad that he so enjoyed her cooking. "I don't know yet, honey. What are you in the mood for?" she asked. Troy sighed heavily, already deep in thought. "Hmm... well I dunno, anything's good with me. I eat pretty much anything." Troy said with a grin. Lucille smiled a half-smile. Troy finished eating his sandwich and got up to put his plate in the sink while looking at the clock. "Aw, shoot!" Troy mumbled to himself before looking at his parents. "I gotta go, or I'm gonna be late!" Troy said. He grabbed his school bag and headed for the front door. He grabbed his thick red and white varsity jacket. His shoes was the last thing to go on. "See you tonight, Ma. See you at practice, Dad!" Troy called out before he exited his house.

"Troy!" Lucille exclaimed as she heard the front door open. She rushed over to him and caught him in a choking hug. "Mom-air-none-let-go-Ma-suffocating!" Troy coughed out. Finally Lucille let go. Troy took huge and deep breaths. "If I didn't know any better, I thought you were going to kill me, Ma!" Troy gasped. He took his sneakers off and dropped his bag on the couch, then himself following the same action. Lucille frowned, hands on her hips. "I would too, if you had came in a minute later." she said in a stern voice. Troy looked down, feeling guilty. "You're almost late for dinner, Troy, and you have to go do your homework. You *have* to eat something!" Lucille scolded. "All right, ma." Troy sighed out. He got up from the couch and ran up the stairs. **REST IS TBA.** "Troy, dinner is ready! Come down here." Lucille called out. "I'll be right down, ma." Troy yelled back. He made his way down the stairs. "I made macaroni and cheese tonight." Lucille said, smiling gracefully. Troy sat down in his chair, letting out a sigh of delight. A large plate was placed in front of him filled with macaroni and cheese. "Eat up, Troy. Dessert afterwards!" Jack announced. The family started on their dinner. They talked and laughed through the entire meal. "Oh, mom, this tastes great!" Troy said excitedly. She smiled at Troy, but looked a little tired. Troy noticed this. "How was your day, mom? You look really tired." Troy said sympathetically. She nodded as she sat down and served herself some food. "Yeah... it was a long day. We had a very pugnacious patient today and I had to keep him happy all day." she sighed and started eating. "Aww, mom, that sucks. But at least you're making good money nursing, right?" Troy said with a laugh. Jack smiled a little at his son's comment. He looked up from his plate and smiled at his wife. "Hey, Lucy, you're home with a family that loves you. You get to take a breather tonight before you have to go back to work tomorrow and do it all over again. But remember, you can do anything for eight hours. Hey! You can even look forward to coming home to see Troy and me." he finished and looked at his wife. Troy just smiled at how in love his parents were, just so long as they didn't start having sex in front of him. *It's bad enough he knew they had to create him at one point*. "So how was school today, Troy?" Lucille asked casually. "It was good. Long story short, there's a new kid who transfered to East High today. His name's Charlie." Troy said. Jack nodded his head. "Well, I really want him to be himself around the gang, Gabriella and I, you know? I just feel like he's putting up this shy exterior because he doesn't want to show his true self." Troy said. "Hmm." Jack said simply.

**REST IS TBA.**

## **Appearances**

* 1.01 - ***Pilot***
* 1.02 - ***Now Or Never***
* 1.03 - ***Right Here, Right Now***
* 1.04 - ***I Want It All***
* 1.05 - ***Can I Have This Dance?***
* 1.06 - ***A Night To Remember***
* 1.07 - ***Just Wanna Be With You***
* 1.08 - ***The Boys Are Back***
* 1.09 - ***Walk Away***
* 1.10 - ***Scream***
* 1.11 - ***We're All In This Together***
* 1.12 - ***High School Musical***
* 2.01 - ***The Start of Something New***
* 2.02 - ***There's No Place Like Home***
* 2.03 - ***The End of the Beginning***
* 2.04 - ***Live Free Or Twi-Hard***
* 2.05 - ***The Betrayal***
* 2.06 - ***When There Was Me and You***
* 2.07 - ***Paranoia***
* 2.08 - ***Farewell, My Bunny***
* 2.09 - ***Lights, Camera, Action***
* 2.10 - ***Home Alone***
* 2.11 - ***Into the Woods***
* 2.12 - ***Black Swan***